2 comments/ 66502 views/ 3 favorites Foreign Exchange By: Dakota_North During the entire flight, Lena wondered what she was getting herself into. Spending a semester abroad hadn't been her idea, but it was something her brother had pioneered, and she was expected to follow suit. She was nervous, and already a little homesick, but most of all Lena wondered how she'd fit in. Prior to her departure, she'd read up as much as she could about America, and the places she'd be, but none of that told her how the other students would be, or how they'd treat her. Her phone conversations with the girl who'd be her roommate were reassuring, Racheal seemed to be quite nice and very understanding. From the way she sounded, Lena hoped she'd be one of the more popular girls, and able to help her fit in. They'd also exchanged photos, so each one knew what to expect the other to look like. Lena's final thoughts were interrupted as the stewardess came over the intercom, announcing that their flight was in it's final approach. Lena listened carefully to the well spoken words, wondering when the next time she'd hear her native German again would be. Once Lena got off the plane, she struggled a bit with the airport's directional signs regarding her luggage. She knew that she had to act quickly, for her new university shuttle bus was scheduled to leave soon. It was a frantic rush to make her way through the unfamiliar airport, and Lena was beginning to worry that she'd be stranded here. Finally she found the baggage carousel, and she searched through the bags to find her own. Just as she managed to wrestle the last of her bags off the conveyor, a familiar voice called out her name, "Lena! Hey, Lena, is that you?" Lena's eyes scanned the crowd to see who it was that knew her. It took her but a moment, and she recognized Racheal calling and waving to her. Those phone conversations and their exchange of photographs had been worth it. Lena waved back, "Hello, Racheal, here I am." Her English was colored with a slight accent, not the comical German from Hogan's Heroes, rather a very refined voice, well studied in languages. Racheal saw her and hurried over. "Hey, there, how was your flight?" asked Racheal. They embraced in a hug, so common to young girls, and Racheal moved to help Lena with her bags. "I am tired, so dead tired," was Lena's reply, although she was happy to see her new roommate cared enough to come meet her. This was starting out so much better than her first year in the university back at home. Racheal certainly seemed friendly enough, and the two of them soon had all of Lena's bags in tow and were heading out for Racheal's car. "I thought you might be tired, it's a long flight isn't it?" asked Racheal. Lena nodded in response, and Racheal continued. "So anyway, I figured you'd rather get a ride to campus instead of getting crammed on that shuttle bus. Besides, it gives us a chance to get acquainted, right?" Lena had to agree with Racheal's thinking, and the two girls got everything packed into Racheal's care and headed off. Along the way, they discovered that they shared many common interests. Chief among them was swimming, Lena and Racheal would both be on the women's team at the university. Otherwise, they chatted about how life at the school would be, it seemed as if Racheal was involved with anything and everything, for she was very outgoing. This was very much unlike Lena, but she was glad to have such an extroverted new friend who could show her around and introduce her to lots of new people. Soon enough, they reached the dorms and got the car unpacked. Lena was off on her grand new adventure. Several weeks later, Lena was still a bit unhappy. The only place outside of class that she really seemed to shine was swimming. There was no doubt that she was one of the best competitors on the team, and it was not an unusual sight to see her sleek form gliding gracefully through the pool. Her relationships with her teammates was cordial but that was as far as it went. While she had generally fit in, she was still a little quiet and shy around the other girls. Racheal didn't seem to have that problem, and Lena was desperate to fit in like her new friend. While it would mean she'd have to be a bit more outgoing than she currently was, Lena couldn't see any alternative but to seek out Racheal's help. One night as they finished their workout, Lena and Racheal found themselves changing together. It was then that she decided to approach Racheal for some guidance. Seeing that no one else was around, Lena spoke. "Racheal," she began, "I was wondering if you might be of some help to me." Racheal looked over at her friend. Lena was already out of her bathing suit and was starting to get dressed. Already Racheal could see a lot that Lena was doing that set her apart from the group, and decided that she should help the girl rectify this. They talked while they dressed, with Lena explaining to Racheal how she didn't feel like she fit in with everyone else, and Racheal had to agree. She suggested to Lena that she be a little more outgoing when the swim team was together, and maybe they could all go out together or something. Lena agreed to that and they headed up towards the dorm. She knew that changing parts of her personality would be difficult, but Racheal said she'd help. As they walked, Racheal pointed out a few things that she believed would really help Lena fit in. To start with, Racheal noted that most of Lena's wardrobe was nearly identical. Beyond that, the colors were all earth tones, and while that worked well with Lena's fair complexion, it was a little boring. Besides, it almost seemed like the pale colors helped Lena to blend into the background, and that wasn't what she wanted. Racheal explained that because she was so quiet, Lena had come across as very distant, and very conservative. From the time Racheal had spent with her as a roommate, she knew better. Lena could be very fun loving, but that side of her just didn't show when they were out together. The two agreed that Racheal would help her work on that the next day. Lena was delighted to hear that Racheal would help her out, and they soon reached the room they shared. Both girls undressed for bed, and Racheal glanced towards her friend. Lena was rather slim, but she did have decent muscle tone. Most of this showed in her legs, and ever Racheal couldn't deny that her friend had a gorgeous ass. Her breasts were petite little things, which gave Lena a pixie-like appearance. Racheal both envied and pitied her, for her breasts were very full and heavy, however they always seemed to catch the right guy's attention. That had its own drawbacks, but Racheal liked her voluptuous figure. She was nowhere near as graceful in the water as Lena, but her curves were quite well proportioned. Both women were blondes, but Lena's hair was finer and lighter than Racheal's, who had considered bleach to enhance her hair. Facially, Lena was possessed of very delicate features, and she had lovely green eyes that sparkled. Racheal watched her stripping to her white cotton underwear, and couldn't contain herself any longer. "Lena," she began. "If you don't mind my saying so, the underwear has to go too." Lena looked at her, puzzled by that, but Racheal continued. "You're wearing the same kind of stuff you would've worn when you were twelve, and I think that some of the girls think that's kind of weird." "Weird? What do you mean weird?" "Well," Racheal continued, "no one wears stuff that plain anymore. Liven it up a bit. I'm not saying that you have to dress trashy, but everyone sees you change in and out of your bathing suit everyday. Just try something to fit in." Lena wasn't quite sure she liked the sound of that. Before she could come up with a counter, Racheal added, "Also, you don't have to dress exactly like me, that wouldn't work for you. Just a little less plain." That seemed to reassure Lena. She had seen Racheal's undies, and wasn't quite sure if she liked them, for like several other girls on the swim team, Racheal lived in thongs. In fact, the one Lena saw her wearing right now was so skimpy it barely qualified even as that. She couldn't imagine how Racheal could be comfortable in that, the material was so tight over Racheal's pussy that her lips were practically wrapped around it. Lena shuddered at the thought of having something like that on all day. In the end, she did agree to go shopping with Racheal to find some clothing that was a little less bland. The next day, after they were finished with their classes, Racheal and Lena headed out to the mall. Lena was excited to finally be able to pick out some new things for her wardrobe that were more colorful. After all, she'd spent part of the afternoon looking over her things and couldn't believe how plain they were. No one should own so much in browns and greys, thought Lena, Racheal was right. I do look boring when we go out. At last that was going to change. Racheal too seemed to be excited as she weaved her way through traffic to get to the mall. There were so many styles out there that would look wonderful on Lena, and she wanted to see her friend try them all! Racheal steered Lena towards one of her favorite stores, and the serious shopping began. With Racheal's help, Lena went on a tear. She went through rack after rack, picking out outfits that she'd only dreamed of. For the most part, Racheal steered her towards better choices in pants, while Lena's were of the current low-waisted fashion, Racheal never thought anyone would own light brown everything. So with that, she helped Lena select a few more pieces, making sure to pick colors that worked well for Lena. Mostly, she liked a couple of black pairs, and some jeans of course, but Lena also selected a pair of white pants as well. All were tight fitting around the waist and hips, then flared out around Lena's ankles. She looked hot in all of them, especially with her sweet buns being so tight. Racheal had to admit to herself that while she herself filled out a pair of jeans nicely, Lena seemed to be made for them. After Lena made her purchases, Racheal led her to another store that specialized in youthful fashions, and turned Lena loose on its inventory as well. Shirts were the name of the game here, and Lena tried to find some that helped to accentuate her slim figure as best she could. Racheal picked out a couple for herself that Lena liked also, but there was quite a difference when they tried them on. Racheal's was nearly bursting at the chest, while Lena's showed only the barest hint of cleavage. She got the tight fitting top anyway, because it was still flattering on her even if she didn't fill it out as nicely as Racheal did. Racheal and Lena continued to cruise the mall, stopping in at a few more stores to add to Lena's new and improved wardrobe. Racheal could tell just by looking at her friend what an incredible boost that this had been to her, and she fervently hoped that this would help Lena to fit in with everyone else as well. They were just about done with their shopping trip when the two of them walked past the mall's lingerie store, and stopped to take a look. In particular, Lena was doing some serious window shopping, something that got Racheal's notice. She had a feeling her friend would want to give this place a try, but might need a little prodding. Carefully, she took Lena by the arm, and led her inside. Lena protested a bit, but she really did want to give this place a look, privately she was glad Racheal had taken the initiative. Once inside, Racheal selected a few delicate items for herself, then turned her attention to her roommate. Lena seemed to be a bit overwhelmed by the choices before her, and Racheal tried to help her as best she could. While it was tempting, Racheal steered Lena away from the dressier pieces of lingerie, figuring that for starters, some nice bras and panties would help. Lena pored over the available selections, nearly overcome by the myriad options she had to choose from. In this, her conservative background kicked in, for in the end, the pieces she picked out were fancy, but not overtly sexual. At least they weren't as racy as the couple of thongs Racheal picked out for herself. Lena did try one on, to be sure, and she wasn't quite certain that she liked the feel of it. Nevertheless, with some prodding from Racheal, Lena got a couple of them as well. Perhaps later she'd ask Racheal how she could stand it. Her friend's tastes were definitely different than her own, but her help was valuable. With guidance from Racheal, the sets that Lena picked out were a huge improvement over the plain cotton undergarments she was used to, and the colors were mostly subdued. Rachel figured that pastels like lavender, pale pink, and light green were more suited to Lena's personality. She did acquiesce to Lena purchasing a black satin panty set, but steered her roommate away from bright red. That could always come later, when Lena had someone to undress for. This store was the last one on their list, and when Lena was done paying, the two happy girls headed back home. They had shared a good time, spending the night and their parent's money at the mall. The time they'd spent together really worked to solidify their friendship, and Lena had an idea now of how the American girls thought, and how she could fit in better. Racheal and Lena sat up talking for hours that night, which was something else new for Lena, who was usually one to turn in early. Eventually, she did realize that it was getting late, and she started getting ready for bed. Racheal followed suit, and before long both girls had stripped down to their underwear. Lena noticed Racheal was wearing one of her thongs, and she finally broke down and asked "How can you stand to wear that thing?" "What, you mean my thong?" "Yes." "Well," began Racheal. "It does take a little getting used to." "I imagine it does. It just looks so uncomfortable," continued Lena. "It can be," Racheal continued. "But it can have a nice effect too. Didn't you buy one today?" "Yes," said Lena. "But I wasn't sure if I like the feel, so I only got the one. What I've got on was nicer, I think." She was wearing her black panties, which were made of a shimmering satin. The back gave her full coverage, but the sides were more like a string bikini. Racheal had noticed that the contrast between Lena's fair skin and the black material was very appealing. She had Lena turn around so that she could see all of it, and Lena peeled her top off, inadvertently giving Racheal a show. It was very impressive, and Racheal felt her pussy moistening at the sight of Lena's tight body so tantalizingly close. Her figure was so slim, yet her curves beckoned to Racheal. As Lena turned, she got a wonderful view of her tight little butt, and Racheal ached to see even more. Her fingers were drawn to the crotch of her thong, slowly creeping over her thatch when an idea hit her. Without taking her eyes from Lena's trim body, Racheal asked "Lena, have you tried on that thong again?" "No, but I was thinking about wearing it tomorrow. Why?" was the answer Lena gave, and also the one Racheal wanted to hear. Thinking quickly, Racheal came up with a reasonable excuse. "Well, if you are, you should try it on now. We might have to see, to see if, uh..." Her fake stammering was perfect. "We have to see if what?" queried Lena. She stood facing Racheal now, hand on her hip and a very inquisitive look on her face. Racheal continued to pretend she was embarrassed to ask. "We have to see if anything will show," and she added raised eyebrows as a flourish. Her body language was perfect, for Lena didn't suspect a thing. When she caught Lena's eye again, Rachel gestured slightly towards her crotch. That got the blonde's attention, and Lena looked a bit horrified. "Oh, my God, Racheal, I never would have thought of that. Thank you." With that, Lena turned and reached for the bag her purchases were in. With her back turned towards Racheal, she peeled off her panties, then bent over to remove them. Racheal sighed as she saw the barest hint of Lena's pussy lips framed by that lovely ass. She turned away quickly when she thought she saw Lena's head coming back in her direction, as it was she turned away just in time. Lena pulled her thong into position gingerly, trying to adjust it as best she could. Without warning, Racheal reached over to help her. While Lena looked on, shocked, Racheal slid the white lace front into position, and ran her hand along the back to make sure that was situated correctly as well. Her hands wandered freely as she did so, caressing Lena's bush and ass liberally. That drew a barely perceptible shudder from her friend, but no complaint. Lena followed Racheal's guiding hands and sat down on her bed. Wordlessly, she spread her legs at Racheal's bidding, allowing an unrestricted view of her barely concealed pussy. Racheal let her eyes scan over the thin white thong, and she traced a finger over the edge of it. With a smile, she looked at Lena and said, "Good news, doesn't look like you need to shave." "Shave? Do you have to shave, Racheal?" "Yes, I do," came Racheal's reply as her finger slowly hooked under the waistband of Lena's thong. "But it would be a crime to shave such a lovely bush." Racheal peeled Lena's thong back off of her, revealing the soft downy hairs of her little blonde bush. As the white lace peeled back, revealing more of Lena's crotch, Racheal leaned in closer. Soon, Lena's soft pink pussy lips could be seen. A gentle finger brushed over them, pulling Lena's pussy apart slightly before Racheal leaned all the way in, darting her tongue out to touch her. The feeling of Racheal's hot wet tongue on her pussy surprised Lena to say the least. She gasped out loud as the wet probing tongue darted inside her tight slit and ran along its length, only to pause on her clit. She remembered feeling slick fingers caressing her sweet pussy on occasion, often her own, but a boyfriend back home as well, yet nothing compared to the feeling of Racheal's tongue as it glided over her. For whatever reason, Lena kept her legs spread wide for Racheal, silently begging her to continue. She had heard of women doing these things together, and while she'd never really been curious, Lena couldn't bring herself to make Racheal stop. Instead, she sighed contentedly as Racheal's nimble fingers played with her clit while her tongue worked its way all over Lena's cunt. From the skill Racheal was displaying as she licked and sucked Lena's pussy, it was clear that this wasn't her first time making love to another woman. Rumors had abounded about certain members of the ladies swim team, but Lena never dreamed that her dear friend was one of them. She didn't care either, surrendering her moistened pussy to Racheal's desires. Racheal definitely seemed to be enjoying the taste of Lena's sweet pussy, for she couldn't tear her mouth away. That cute little blonde pussy was so pink, so sweet looking, Racheal knew she had to have it. Lena's pussy hairs tickled Racheal's nose as she darted her tongue deep inside, feeling that tight pussy surrounding her, and Racheal knew Lena was ready for more. She expertly slid her tongue along Lena's swollen lips, smoothing the way for her fingers to slip inside. "Oh, oh!" moaned Lena. Racheal's fingers gently probed their way into her cunt. Her lips had found Lena's hard clit, and she was now sucking on it gently while finger fucking her. Lena's pussy was tight, and although Racheal knew she was no virgin, she was certain no more than one or two cocks had found their way inside this sweet young treasure. By now, Lena's own juices and Racheal's saliva loosened her cunt enough so that Racheal could dare slip a third finger inside. It was a tight fit, and Lena writhed a bit, but started moaning out loud once again as Racheal eased her fingers together, then slowly pumped them in and out of her hot pussy. Lena wiggled her hips a little, trying to move in time with Racheal's hand. Her own hands had wandered by now, and she'd pushed her bra cups out of the way to let her fingers squeeze her puffy little nipples. The sensation of her breasts being manipulated coupled with Racheal's probing fingers was too much for Lena to take. She tried to keep from screaming out loud, but the feeling of Racheal sucking her pussy while finger fucking her drove her completely wild. What had started out as soft moans steadily grew louder and louder, until Lena was clamping her thighs together against Racheal's head while screaming and moaning with sheer delight. Nothing would stop Racheal's mouth, however, in fact Lena's cries enticed her to suck her clit harder and harder, and to finger fuck her harder as well. It wasn't until Lena's cries reached a crescendo that Racheal slowly subsided, kissing her clit gently and finally sliding out her cum soaked fingers. She took one last taste of Lena's pussy by licking off her fingers before meeting her roommate in a warm, loving embrace. Foreign Exchange The foreign exchange student who lived next door (well, actually a block away) moved in right after my 18th birthday. It was the middle of summer, before my senior year in high school. Olivia came from Switzerland. I happened to be acquaintances with her host family (through my parents), though I didn't know she was even here until she had lived in America for about 3 weeks. She came earlier than expected (the foreign exchange companies screwed up) and her host family was going to be busy for a few weeks. There were a few things she had to do in America to get some culture, and some perspective, etc. My parents volunteered me to drive her some places, because, as I said, her host family was caught up in a lot right now (something about a wedding and a retirement party for someone's dad). I begrudgingly accepted to drive her 2 hours south of here one day to visit a state college (for some reason) and to go to a science museum. I picked her up that morning. I hadn't seen her yet, but I didn't expect to be impressed. At first, all she had to offer was a pair of really nice legs and a decent rack. But that was about it. We got into the car and started driving. She took off her sunglasses and looked at me and said in a very attractive accent, "Listen. I know we're supposed to be going to a college and a museum, but I don't care. I need clothes, I need makeup, a new hair style, and better bras." "Fine by me," I said. We found our way to the nearest shopping center. To make a long story short, she came out with an absolutely stunning hairstyle, great makeup, and colored contacts to start with. This gave her face a much more exotic look, with stunning blue eyes and beautiful long strawberry blonde hair. She was starting to look very, very fine. Olivia next went to Victoria's Secret. I didn't mind that... it's a wonderful place to be when you're 18 and in your prime. By the time she left, she was wearing her new bra, and it definitely helped. Her breasts looked fine before, but now they had definite shape and contour, and stuck out better for my viewing pleasure. And when she put it all together with the flattering clothes... well... the whole package was amazing. She found pants that better flattered her butt, clothes that showed off her incredibly toned, supple body. Whereas before I was moderately attracted, now I was completely turned on. Olivia was extremely friendly and outgoing-- even a little bit flirty. This was from the get-go. By the time we had spent the day together, she was very friendly, rather touchy-feely, and now showed off a to-die-for body. We got to her house, and she offered to model her new clothes. I, of course, agreed (what else did I have to do?) and she showed me all of her sexy clothes. "Would you like to see the bras I got as well?" she offered in her incredibly cute accent. "Sure," I replied, expecting her to bring them out on a hanger or something. Boy, was I surprised. It turns out she bought several pairs of bras and panties-- and wanted to show each ensemble off. First, she would run to the bathroom and put each new pair on, but after about 5 or 6 pairs, she just began to strip in the living room and put the next set on. This gave me one hell of an opportunity to take in her great curves, including her 30C breasts. "Will American boys find me sexy?" she asked, innocently. I gulped, and almost choked on my words. "Sexy? Of course. Yeah, definitely!" I sounded like a moron. But what was I supposed to do, while trying to hide my 8 1/2 inch hard-on in my pants. "Do you find me sexy?" "Yeah. Sure, I guess I do," I paused. "Why?" "I have had sex only in Switzerland. I want to have sex with an American boy. I want to see what it is like." "Oh. I see," I managed to mutter. "Are you seeing someone?" she asked, now starting to sound a bit impatient. "Uh, no. No I'm not." She looked at me with her big blue eyes and asked, "Please. I know we haven't known another for very long, but I think I need it. Please? Can you?" Olivia didn't wait for an answer. She simply approached me slowly and took off my pants. When she slipped off my boxers, my dick sprang out, pointing right at her. She was on her knees right now, on the soft living room carpet. She pushed me on to one of her parent's plush couches and took me in her mouth. First, she wrapped her soft lips around the head, and then slowly worked her way down as far as she could. She came back up and massaged my head with her tongue. As Olivia got more comfortable with the blowjob she moved faster. Soon I told her, "I am going to cum." She only sucked harder and moved faster. I couldn't take it anymore, and I shot my load right into her mouth. She swallowed it all, sucking my head to get every last bit of giz. My cock softened a bit as she sat on my lap. I reached around behind and took off her bra. Her tits were right in my face, and I sucked, fondled, and played with them. She slid next to me on the couch and laid her head on the armrest. I slipped off her panties to reveal her shaven pussy. She spread her legs for me, one leg was propped up on the couch, and the other was on the floor. I dove right into her, taking in her musky smell. I lapped up her taste with my tongue, tickling and rubbing against her clit. I worked faster and harder. Olivia started to gyrate her hips, and I noticed she was fondling her tits. They bounced and jiggled more and more as I moved faster and she got closer to her first American orgasm. She licked her fingers and massaged her own nipples, tweaking them ever so gently, apparently to get a better orgasm. She bit her lip and started pushing and pumping her pussy into my face even harder. She kept one hand on her tits, but propped the other one up to brace herself. I lashed at her clit even more now and could tell that the orgasm was coming. Now she came, squeezing the sofa as each wave of erotic pleasure washed up over her body. I was completely hard again, and had to reposition my package a couple of times while I was eating her out. Presently, I was sitting on the couch again. Olivia whispered something in another language. My cock was standing straight at attention and it didn't take long for her to take notice. Immediately, she gently worked it into her pussy, sitting down my lap. Once again, her titties were right at face level, begging for attention. I used my hands on her stomach to guide her up and down my shaft as I used my mouth to suck and nibble on those two mounds in front of me. Her hands were on my arms, and we both fucked gently (each of us a bit inexperienced). We both started working a little faster and harder now, our skin slapping gently against each other. She waved her hair back behind her face and licked her lips, all the while keeping her eyes closed. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh yes, oh fuck me!" she cried, smiling at the pure erotic pleasure of it all. "I can't hold out much longer," I said, feeling the pressure of cum swell up inside me. "Don't ever stop. No, don't ever stop!" she panted. I could tell she was coming closer too. We both sped up, and started going really quickly. Our bodies made a rhythmic slap each time they collided, over and over again until I couldn't hold back any longer. We both came at the same time, as evidenced by our screams and moans. I went as long as I could until I went soft. She flipped her hair back again and collapsed into my arms. Sweat ran down our bodies. She kissed my neck, then looked up at me. "Do you want more?" she asked through her panting. "Uh huh," I said, wondering what she had in store for us next. "Come with me," she said almost playfully, "we must get cleaned up." Olivia took my hand and led me to the bathroom, where there was an upright shower stall. My cock was beginning to stir again, excited by the possibility of a third orgasm, fucking this Swiss beauty in a shower. "Would you like to fuck me in here?" she asked. I didn't say a word, just led her into the shower and turned on the water. One thing I had learned from masturbating in the shower 100s of times is that the heat gives me a lot of stamina-- I would be able to go for a longer time. I wanted Olivia to experience complete erotic pleasure at my hands that night. I was going to give her what she wanted in a way that no one ever had or could. What could I say, I was young and arrogant? Anyway, I stuck two fingers into her snatch immediately. We were both standing and our bodies were completely inseparable. "Ooh yeah. Oh, it feels good. Now fuck me. Please, fuck me," she pleaded, staring those big deep-blue eyes deep into mine. "Not yet, baby. I will, but not yet," I softly replied, still working my fingers in her pussy. The water was dripping on both of us; steam was rising from the floor. Continuing my finger-fuck, I kissed and sucked on her neck a little bit. She orgasmed relatively quickly this time, and as soon she did, I lifted one of her legs to allow my throbbing member access into her cunt. I slid in while she was still orgasming and moved up and down. She was almost screaming in some other language, and I just kept pumping her full of my cock, as the water kept hitting us. With one leg propped up against the glass door, she gripped me and pushed at my crotch with hers, trying to get the most sex out of me as possible. I could tell by her voice that she was still cumming as I fucked her. Now she lifted her head towards the ceiling in a scream of extreme sensual pleasure. "Don't stop. Don't stop!" she yelled out. She now gave me access to her bouncing wet breasts, and I worked my tongue and mouth down there, sucking and doing the best I could while still focusing on filling her cunt with my dick. "Ahhh!" she was screaming, evidently still in orgasm. Her fingers were trembling and her knees were shaking. I kept on doing her, increasing the speed. I also sucked harder on her erect nipples. We continued like this for quite some time until I finally climaxed, exploding cum into her throbbing snatch. After I pulled out, her wet body collapsed into my arms, shaking all over. She kissed my skin where her lips were, and tried to speak. "You were so good," she finally managed. I kissed her hair and carried her out of the shower. Drying her off, I noticed cum was still dripping from her vagina. She later told me it was the longest, hardest, best orgasm she'd ever had. I told her I aimed to please. Foreign Exchange "Where the hell is Cavtat, Croatia?" Carl asked. "Southern Croatia. Across from Italy. In Europe, stupid," he wife Angela replied. "Whatever happened to foreign exchange students coming from Toronto, or Nassau?" Angela frowned. "It's a smaller world now. Some of these countries produce very bright kids because of the Internet, better schools, you name it." "What do we know about...Nela?" Carl asked, thumbing through a stack of papers Angela had on the table. "She's eighteen; the daughter of a doctor and an educator," Angela said. "They are fairly well-to-do by Croatian standards and..." "Whoa!" Carl's bark of excitement was made clear to Angela when she saw the picture he was holding. It was a shot of Nela and her family. She stood between her father and strikingly beautiful mother. They were all dark haired with deeply tanned skin and rugged features that only added to their attractiveness. Nela's mother was just under average height but with a lusciously curved body that she obviously passed down to her daughter. Their hair was shoulder length, thick, and wavy. Dark eyes seemed to penetrate the camera and invite the viewer of the photo into the scene. "NOW do you feel better about going over and interviewing them so Nela can live with us for a year?" Angela asked. "When do we leave?" Carl said. In a house on the other side of the world, overlooking the Mediterranean, Lidia and her husband Ivo were equally excited and frightened by the prospect of Nela spending the next year of her life so far away from them. They knew that the organization in charge of the student exchange was well known and had been doing exchanges for decades. That wasn't the issue. "This is really important for Nela's career," Ivo said seriously. "This could get her into an American university where she can study whatever she wants. And then come back and teach others, here." Lidia nodded. "I know. But it's so far.... And we don't know anything about these people that she's staying with other than the packet of information sent to us." "But they are coming here," Ivo said with enthusiasm. "We can meet them and ask them questions and..." "What if they don't like us?" Ivo stared at his wife. "We must MAKE them like us, Lidia. We must do whatever is necessary to make them like us." She couldn't remember him ever looking at her in that way, but she understood. She said, "OK. If you say so, darling. And if it will help Nela." The flight to Dubrovnik, Croatia was fifteen hours with two layovers. The drive to Cavtat was another half hour on some of the most treacherous, yet beautiful, roads Carl and Angela had ever been on. More than once, they looked out the window of their taxi and saw only a steep drop straight down to the rocky shore of the Mediterranean. They tipped the driver generously when they were outside Nela's house, primarily for arriving alive. They retrieved their bags from the trunk and didn't even make it to the front door before Nela came out with a big smile and raced to greet them. Carl immediately came to the conclusion that the photo had not done her justice. She was a doll. Hugs were exchanged and Nela invited them inside. The two story house was upper middle class by American standards, but after the drive from the airport Carl and Angela knew it was among the nicest in the area. The inside wasn't as open as most modern houses in the States, but clearly it was well maintained and the art on the walls was obviously selected by an expert. Nela was talking rapidly in her nearly perfect English as she led the guests down the hall. They turned into a family room and Nela's parents were standing and waiting. This time both Carl and Angela did double-takes. Ivo wore a sport coat over a crew neck shirt and along with his Dockers struck a dramatic figure for Angela to inspect. Likewise, Lidia in her figure-hugging dress caught Carl's eye. During the introductory small-talk, Carl and Angela each guessed the other couple's ages as around forty. They, themselves, were not yet fifty and, while not quite as striking as Ivo and Lidia, were hardly considered repulsive by the people they knew. In fact, the blonde hair, blue eyes, and fair skin on Angela was quite the contrast to the host and hostess. The Americans were fit and even athletic looking, in keeping with the cycling and running they enjoyed as hobbies. Nela remained with the group through dinner. Then the adults retreated to the back deck with a view of the nearby mountains and lush valleys. Drinks were served, including some local specialties that Carl and Angela eagerly adapted to. Ivo was prompt in leading the conversation towards what Carl and Angela had in mind for Nela during her visit. They had briefly discussed the topic at dinner, but the parents wanted to know more than just the fun stuff her host family planned for her. Carl and Angela were prepared for the 'grilling' and seemed to provide enough information to satisfy the parents. "So tell us about you," Carl said at one point. "What was it about the exchange program that made you sign up Nela?" "We are a new country, Carl," Ivo said with apparent pride. "We want to be known as more than a stop for cruise ships. Our young people have opportunities some of their parents never had. I was lucky. I got to study in Italy and make a good living here. The same with Lidia. But for Nela to have a chance to go to the United States and maybe enter a school there...well, that would be very special." "She's a good girl," Lidia added. "Very smart. You'll find that out quickly. We'd do anything to let her have this chance." Carl doubted that Lidia had any other meaning behind her words, but the glance she gave him when she spoke could have implied otherwise. "It would be extremely disappointing to come all the way here and then have to go home and report that we can't take Nela," Angela said. "I really hope that the two days here will convince us that we are all compatible." "We hope that, also," Ivo said. "How about some more baklava?" The two couples snacked and drank until darkness forced them inside. "Will Nela be joining us again tonight?" Angela asked. "Oh, no," Lidia said with a chuckle. "She goes to bed very early, in my opinion. And quite a sound sleeper. You should be happy with that." Angela and Carl smiled as everybody settled into seats in the family room. More conversation filled another half hour and the atmosphere was clearly less nervous than before. At one point, two separate conversations broke out: one between Ivo and Angela, and another between Lidia and Carl. Angela found the man to be intelligent and charming. They discussed his career and current medical practice. He asked about her life and listened attentively. In time, they continued the exchange alone in the kitchen while Ivo poured new drinks. "Your husband seems to have stolen the eye of my wife," Ivo said with a devilish grin. Angela looked upset. "Oh, I hope you don't mind..." Ivo laughed. "Of course not. It was a compliment. I would like us all to get along very well...for Nela's sake." "Me, too." Ivo looked into the other room. "If Lidia's attention to Carl is too, uh, friendly...then you'll let me know. Correct?" Angela grinned nervously. "I don't think it will be a problem, Ivo." "And if I find you too...attractive?" "No problem," Angela nearly whispered, moving closer to him as she spoke. On the family room couch, Lidia also was moving closer to Carl. Their conversation had become similarly personal, with the added disclosure by Lidia of her and Ivo's occasional 'sharing' of friends. "Sharing?" Carl inquired. "We meet a lot of people in our jobs and socially," Lidia said, her leg now lightly brushing against Carl's. "It's surprising how many of them are looking for...let's call it, new relationships in their lives. Perhaps you and Angela are the same." "Oh, I don't know if Angela would, you know..." Lidia used her eyes to point Carl in the direction of the kitchen. He turned to see Angela and Ivo leaning against each other, lightly kissing each other. Their arms hung at their sides, but the effect was the same. Carl turned back around to find Lidia moving one leg on top of his. Her dress rose more than half way up her thighs. "Like I said. It's surprising," Lidia smiled. "Maybe you, too, are looking for somebody." Lidia took his hand and placed it on her leg. Carl wasn't sure what excited him more: Lidia's unexpected move or Angela's even more unexpected encounter with Ivo. Carl didn't disapprove of either and was actually intrigued by his wife's reaction. Over the years they had laughed about what they would do in such a situation. Their answers had always left the door open to experimentation. Now they would find out. "You must know by now how much I want Nela to go to America," Lidia said, leaning even closer. "Let me show you how much." She pulled Carl's hand up her leg and under the hem of her dress. Then she let go and reclined against the cushions of the couch, stretching her legs out farther in front of her. Carl slid his fingers up the inside of her thigh until touching the bottom of her panties. He lightly caressed the leg, squeezing the smooth skin but purposely avoiding her pussy. "Would you take your dress off for me?" Carl said, half questioning and half ordering. Lidia smiled. "Anything for you." She stood in front of him, hastily sneaking a peek into the kitchen. Ivo and Angela were watching her, standing next to each other, their bodies touching. Lidia knew the show would be for more than Carl, and it thrilled her. Lidia pulled down the zipper in the back of the dress. Every move she made was deliberate and calculated. She had one chance to impress, and seduce, the man who potentially held her daughter's future in his hands. She trusted Ivo to deal with Angela. The straps of the dress slipped over her shoulders and onto the tops of her arms. Lidia used one hand to hold it in place above her breasts. Then inch by inch she let the dress fall lower, revealing more and more of her tan skin and a silky bra. Her breasts came into view and the dress fell to her waist. Carl stared openly at the incredible body as a pair of tiny panties were exposed. At last, the dress hit the floor and Lidia stepped out of it. In the process, she saw the first sign of Carl's reaction—a sizeable lump in the front of his pants. Without a word, Lidia reached between her breasts and unhooked the bra. She let it dangle for a moment, observing Carl's intense gaze at her ample tits. Then she lifted the bra off and tossed it on top of the dress. "Should I continue?" Lidia said. "I'll be very disappointed if you don't," Carl replied. He didn't hide the fact he had to move his stiffening cock while watching Lidia pull off her panties. One look at the very short, black hair framing her pink pussy brought him to near-full erection. Lidia completed the task by turning around and letting Carl view her gorgeous ass, with its full, round cheeks and tempting crack. In the kitchen, Ivo was standing behind Angela, letting his hands roam up and down her fully clothed body with no protest coming from Angela. She rubbed her ass against his stiff cock and watched the proceedings in the family room. Lidia was climbing onto Carl's knees, facing him. Without delay, Carl lifted his hands to the beautiful tits he had been staring at. He gripped them firmly and rolled the nipples between his fingers, resulting in a couple faint moans from Lidia. Up close, and in his hands, they were more ideal than any picture could portray. But Lidia wanted him to have more. She leaned forward and Carl moved his hands enough to let the nipple of one tit enter his mouth. Soon he was sucking on a larger portion of the tit, holding it up with one hand while the other hand explored Lidia's nude body. She wasted no time in starting to open his pants, anxious to get at the cock that was now so obviously hard. She fumbled with his belt and zipper, but managed to free the aching penis just as Carl began sucking on her other tit. The pleasure he was giving her made her grip him a little tighter and stroke the erection a little faster. They were both moaning loud enough to be heard in the kitchen. Ivo had run his hands over Angela's shirt so roughly that it was pulling out of her pants. He completed the task and began working on the buttons. Angela was rubbing his cock through his pants, in awe of what she was already feeling. Her husband was not small by any means, but Angela had never felt him get as big as Ivo...and it motivated her to let the foreplay continue. Ivo had the blouse open in record time, massaging Angela's tits through her bra. Both of them struggled to keep their eyes on the couch, but it was made easier by what they saw next. Lidia had Carl's pants pushed down past his knees and Carl had succeeded in extracting one leg. With freedom of movement restored, he positioned his cock directly under her pussy. Lidia scooted up a few inches and dropped down until the head of Carl's cock was squarely at the entrance to her cunt. It was only a matter of time before one of them caused the penetration to happen. It was Lidia. She lowered herself onto the stiff cock with unbelievable ease. Between her wetness and his erection, Carl was inside her before he realized it. Lidia sat in place to allow them to appreciate the sensation for a moment. Then they began to fuck. Carl held Lidia by the waist and watched her tits bounce in front of him, until she tilted forward far enough for him to lick her. Carl never got this treatment from the normally conservative Angela, so he tried to savor every second. Lidia was not as tight as his wife, but he wasn't complaining. There was still plenty of friction to stimulate his cock with each thrust. He moved his hands to her soft ass, feeling the cheeks expand and contract with each rise and fall upon his cock. If he could make this last all night, he would. Carl's eyes were drawn down to Lidia's pussy when she put a hand on her clit and began rubbing. Her moans grew louder and he felt the pace pick up. He, too, was getting closer to a climax. "Yes, Carl. Fuck me harder," Lidia begged. "Harder!" There wasn't much he could do other than match her rhythm with his thrusts and pull her down onto his cock. But that seemed to satisfy her for the moment. The couch creaked as the couple fucked with more urgency. "Yes. Yessss!" Lidia cried out. "Oh my God! I'm gonna...cum!" Carl hung on as Lidia's orgasm exploded through her body. She tried to muffle her howls of delight, but the orgasm took control and she rode it out the best she could without waking Nela and every neighbor. She pleaded with Carl to keep fucking her and he gladly obliged. But it didn't take long for his own orgasm to erupt. Carl's voice joined Lidia's to fill the room with all forms of sounds that can only be made during really good sex. His cock emptied load after load into Lidia's wonderful cunt and by the time they were nearly done, it dripped down the inside of her thigh. Several feet away, in the kitchen, Angela was perched on top of the counter with Ivo's huge cock ramming into her at a steady pace. Her arms were wrapped around his neck and he was holding her behind the ass. "That's it, Angela," he urged. "Cum for me." She tilted her head back and cried out, "Fuck. Yes! Oh...my..." Angela came with an intensity she never felt before. She clung to Ivo, who lifted her off the counter and drove his cock into her while he also came. Together they let their orgasms peak, and then Ivo place her back on the counter and fucked her until a second wave came over her. Ivo looked at his new blonde friend, clutched her ass a little tighter, and began a new series of blasts that deposited more streams of cum insider her. ### Angela and Carl slept well that night, confirming to each other that what happened would have no effect on their love for each other and might have, in fact, opened up a whole new world that they both wondered about anyway. They laughed when they began listing couples back home they might try to seduce. In the morning, Carl was the first to quietly make his way down the hallway into the guest bathroom. Like most of the rooms in the house, it was adequate in size and updated, but with a European feel to it. The shower was in the tub and a colorful curtain hung to the floor. Carl undressed and adjusted the water before stepping into the tub. His leg muscles still felt the effect of having supported Lidia the night before, but it was a pain he could live with. He let the water flow over him and closed his eyes. Soon, a creaking of the bathroom floor gave away the fact that Angela was in the room. Carl smiled to himself, feeling his cock respond to the thought of what awaited. He stroked it, wanting to please his wife when she was ready to join him. His back was to the curtain when he heard it being pulled aside at one end. He sensed her body stepping in with him. Carl turned. "Nela!" "Shhhhhh. Quiet!" she whispered. Carl's mouth hung open as he took in her delicious, nude body. She was everything her mother was, only much younger. The few flaws Lidia may have had because of her age were not evident in her teenage daughter. The breasts, hips, and legs matched perfectly. The dark hair on her pussy was neatly trimmed in much the same manner. Carl's semi-erection was on the road to rigidity. "Nela, you can't...you have to leave." Her fingers wrapped around his cock. "I heard you last night, Carl," she said. "I heard you and Mom. It was wonderful. I was SO horny and wanted to join. I stayed awake most of the night waiting for you." She ran her wet hand up and down the shaft, which was now throbbing. "Don't make me wait until I come stay with you. I want you now," she said. "No. We can't. It's not...right," Carl said in apparent agony. "It wasn't right that you fucked my mother the first time you were with her, either. Was it? But you did. And you both came. Now I want you to learn what I can do." Nela ignored Carl's appeals and dropped down until her face was at the level of his cock, the water streaming down onto her thick hair and bare shoulders. She placed her hand at the base of the cock and licked the underside of the large head. With each pass of her tongue, Nela took more and more of it into her mouth until, finally, she removed her hand and closed her lips around the entire penis. Nothing that happened the night before could equal what he felt next. Nela's tongue and lips worked him over until the erection hurt. Lidia's pussy had been nice, but her daughter's mouth was easily the most exciting place his cock had ever been. She combined that with an occasional stroke of the hand to bring Carl to the verge of an orgasm. Like a pro, she sensed it—with the help of a few drops of precum—and slowed her delivery. Nela nestled the cock on her tongue and sucked on it gingerly. Slowly, she pulled back until her lips were on the sensitive tip. After a kiss, she rose to her feet. Nela turned her back to Carl and leaned against the shower wall. "Fuck me, Carl." She spread her legs and looked over her shoulder in the most provocative manner. Carl couldn't refuse. One look at the youthful ass and pussy inviting his aching cock inside was all it took. Amid a torrent of water, he entered Nela with a deliberate push while holding her by the waist. They both moaned at the feel of his stiff cock forcing its way into the tight hole. When his legs met her ass, they began to fuck. He put his hands on her firm, full tits and massaged them as they hung from her chest. Nela put her own hands on top of his and forcefully pressed them onto her body until her breasts were flattened and her nipples pushed against his palms. Foreign Exchange "Harder, Carl. Play with them as rough as you want. Especially the nipples." He eagerly fulfilled her wish and pulled and squeezed the hard nipples until she groaned out loud. Their bodies smacked together and Carl's cock prepared to unload. "Should I pull out, Nela?" "No. No! We're safe. Please just keep fucking me!" His grunts told her he was close. Carl rammed into her and held his cock in place as the first shot came out. Nela rubbed her clit while Carl followed with a rapid succession of thrusts, each one pouring more cum into her. Seconds later, she began to cum and the hand holding her away from the wall gave way. The couple continued fucking, pressed firmly against the dripping tiles and Nela's hand frantically stroking her clit. Exhausted and drenched, they stood in place when it was over. Carl let his cock deflate and fall out naturally. Nela played with a tit and tried to catch her breath. "Can I stay with you in America? Please?" she murmured. "You're going to love our hot tub," Carl said, kissing her on the neck. Foreign Exchange of Fluids When I was a freshman in college my grandparents introduced me to a woman from Mexico. They had met her parents through some travel plan or elder hostel trip, though I really couldn't tell exactly what it was. Regardless, they became friends with her parents who were ranchers living a few miles outside Mexico City. They were wealthy in Mexican terms, and solidly middle class in US terms, so when it came time for their children to go to college they were able to afford to send them to US schools. That is how I met her, on a tour of Midwestern colleges, looking for a place to study the next year. She was Mexican and had lived there all her life, but that doesn't tell you what you think it does. She was tall and pale, blonde and Nordic, a perfect Viking woman with strong shoulders and large breasts. She was very pretty, though her jaw was a bit strong and her waist somewhat absent. Her heritage was German and the men of the family always traveled back to the Fatherland to pick a wife, thus the bloodline was purely northern European. Ute was a little shy in America, although she spoke excellent English in addition to her perfect Spanish and German. I first met her at my parent's house when my grandparents brought her to town. My grandfather had told us she was Mexican but not about her heritage, so we were all very puzzled to meet this blonde bombshell who was clearly not of Central American descent. He did it as a joke, of course, and it paid off well in our quizzical faces. Ute had a good laugh with it as well. Her voice was full and strong and fit her Amazonian frame. At dinner she was quiet at first, but encouraged by a friendly atmosphere and my mother's excellent cooking she slowly came out of her shell. Her English was fantastic, and since I had been taking German for a while she and I chatted brokenly in her other native tongue. She giggled at my terrible pronunciation and general butchery of her language but was kind enough to praise me. I think I noticed her looking at me a fair amount, but I am sure that is partly due to the fact that I was watching her a fair amount to begin with. At 19 I was almost as full of hormones as I am now in my 30s, but my manners were a bit worse. My eyes roamed her ample bosom through dinner and I know she noticed. She caught me a few times and we both blushed furiously. After dinner we all sat around chatting for a while, then my grandparents turned in for the night. Ute and I sat up for a while talking about college and what she wanted from her education. She was uncertain about her major but had a few ideas. Throughout the evening we caught each other letting our eyes wander, until it almost seemed natural. The evening grew late and we ended our conversation. I had given up my room for her and I slept on the couch, and that night I masturbated to a very satisfying orgasm with Ute in mind. The next morning my grandfather woke up ill with a recurrence of some exotic respiratory illness he had contracted in Asia the previous summer. It wasn't life threatening but for a man in his 70s, no matter how vigorous, precautions must be taken. We took him to the hospital for treatment with assurances that he would be fine, but my grandmother did not want to leave him. They had planned on taking Ute to my college for the next 2 days but it looked like that trip was not going to happen. Since I had to go back to school on Monday anyway I offered to take her up and bring her back myself. With a few phone calls I secured her lodging with a female friend at school whose roommate had dropped out and we all agreed that was the best plan. That evening Ute and I drove to school, chatting away again in easy conversation. She was an intelligent girl and she appreciated the lengths to which my grandparents were going for her, but she was glad to have some time away from them. I told her she would love the campus. We arrived in time for dinner and I treated her to a good Chinese restaurant. One nice thing about big college towns is the diversity and quality of the foreign food. I think we both pushed the hot sauce a bit too far trying to prove our respective tolerances for the spicy stuff, but we survived well enough. I introduced Ute to my friend Tammy who would be hosting her for the next few nights and they seemed to get on well. Ute and I made plans to meet early in the morning so she could follow me to my classes and get a feel for the college life. I know she had been to other colleges for tours but following a student is the best way to get to know the place. As I returned to my tiny dorm room I was a little sad that I was alone. My own roommate had disappeared after less than one week, having grown too homesick to continue. I had not tried to talk Ute into coming back to my place but I wished I had. Visions of her naked body swirled through my head as I drifted off to sleep. The next day was very full. My schedule was completely stacked on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, and completely empty on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Ute and I met outside my first class and so the day started. She was accustomed to a much warmer climate and the slight September chill in the morning air had convinced her that the day would be chilly. By my second class the temperature had risen to the low 80s and her heavy sweatshirt became too warm. Fortunately for me, and every other man in sight, she wore only a tight yellow tank top underneath. I think my quiz score suffered a great deal in Accounting due to the proximity and lovely view of her large, round breasts. We had a quick lunch in the student union, subsidized by some money my grandparents had shoved into my hands, and then it was back to the classes. I was glad that my labs were later in the week since I would not have been able to bring her with me to those classes. She sat next to me in every class and by 4:30 when the scholastic day was done, my head was full of her sweet, provocative odor and my eyes were bedazzled by visions of her long, strong body. As we headed off campus for a pizza, the default dinner of champions for any true college student, we finally got a chance to talk about the day. I had to assure her that this was an unusually full day and that my schedule was uncommonly skewed. We talked for an hour over the best pizza pie available in this corn-fed midwestern town, and eventually the afternoon turned into evening. Our conversation had ranged over many topics, and our eyes continued to range over each other. What had been simply uncomfortable pauses before were starting to blossom into full sexual tension. I suggested that we go back to my dorm and hang out, to which she readily agreed. When we arrived we were both quite worn out from a long day. We had probably walked 3 or 4 miles since 7 in the morning, and while that is certainly no marathon it can still wear you down. As I settled in to the chair Ute relaxed on the overlarge floor pillow across the room from me. At 100 inches wide, the room seemed more like a corridor than a home, so "across the room" was actually quite close. The conversation took a quick turn in the right direction when Ute asked me about the posters. I had forgotten about my "girlie" posters and I was suddenly a bit worried that they might offend. "Is that the kind of girl you like?" she asked, indicating the nearly nude blonde behind me, barely covering her nipples with her fingers. "She is attractive, but I like all kinds of women. I don't discriminate." "But you like blondes, yes? They are both blonde women." Both posters did indeed feature blondes but that isn't why I chose them. I chose them due to the provocative poses and fabulous bodies, but I figured a little subterfuge here wouldn't hurt. "I do like blonde hair. In fact, I've been trying to keep from staring at your hair. It is beautiful." She laughed a little and said, "Thank you, but it is not my hair you have been watching." I blushed, but it was a fair observation. I had been having troubles wrenching my eyes from her chest all day. I am normally a more considerate guy but I knew my window of opportunity was very small here so I decided to push the issue. "You are right. I have been looking at more than your hair. I apologize if I have been rude but I have to say that you are a stunning woman. You make it hard for me to think straight." She paused before answering, "Thank you. You look good too. You used to play American football, yes?" I nodded. "You look like you should still play." At this she allowed her eyes to linger on me for a bit. I was still in good shape back then, having worked hard to turn a natural tendency towards tubbiness into a thick and powerful weightlifter's body. I was strong and hard back then, though I have let myself go as an adult. "I work hard to keep myself in shape, mainly in the hopes of attracting lovely young women like you." I was laying it on thicker than normal because I knew time was a factor. "It is working." I was pleased she was responding so well, but a little disconcerted at the same time. After I know a woman for a while I can gauge how far I can go but in my very brief association with Ute I had no idea what was appropriate. I decided to push it as far as I could without being rude and just let things happen as they would. She was reclining on the pillow, legs stuck out invitingly, propped on one arm and aiming her breasts right at me. She still wore the tight yellow tank top and it looked as if it was in danger of bursting from the effort of containing her charms. The look on her face was mysterious and expectant, waiting for me to make a move. I got off the chair and slid down next to her on the pillow, too close for anything other than impending contact. Face to face now, eye to eye, she still gave me the expectant look and waited for me to start. That is about as close to an invitation as most men get, so I started. I moved in quickly and kissed her. She responded well, even smiling a bit as I committed to my move. Her lips were full and lush and tasted sweet. She was a nibble kisser, not a tongue kisser, so we nipped and bit at each other as our hands started the slow courtship with each other's bodies. At first we touched each other's arms, then shoulders and faces, hair and back, but it was all just a rite of passage to the breasts. I probably moved too fast but the spirit was upon me by then and my prick was swelling in size and influence. I palmed one of her full-sized breasts and was rewarded with renewed enthusiasm from her hungry lips. She approved. They were soft and giving but held in tight by her considerable bra. I caressed and touched though the fabric for a while but I was dying to see them hanging free. I slipped a hand under her shirt and started to work my way into the bra but she broke the kiss and sat up. I was worried that I had gone too far but she quickly took off her shirt and tossed it behind me. She reached around behind her and quickly set free her lovely bosom. They hung low and full, round and beautiful. These were natural breasts and not high and bulbous. Her areolas were very faint but her nipples were large. The look on her face was proud, and it should have been. These were exceptional and I was privileged. She lay back down and put her arms over her head, stretching out her torso and pulling her tits up high. I could wait no longer. I leaned down and put my mouth full on her left breast, engulfing the nipple. With my hands I caressed and lavished loving attention on them, and Ute responded by running her fingers through my hair. I was in heaven. I was face down is a sea of young, beautiful boob and it was wonderful. I fully understand that breasts don't make the woman, but it sure was fun at the time. I slobbered over every inch of her enormous mammaries and loved every second of it, but after a while I started wondering if maybe I was being selfish. I came up for air and started kissing her again. She responded well and was still very excited, so we continued to paw around and enjoy each other's lips. I eventually pulled away to catch my breath, and another look. "I apologize if I seem mesmerized by your breasts, but they are the best I have ever seen." "Don't worry. Every man wants them, but I only give them to men I like." "Thank you. How can I repay your kindness?" "You can lie there and let me do what I want. I broke up with my boyfriend when he wanted me to stay in Mexico. I have been lonely." She rolled over me, pushing me down into the pillow. She rose up into a sitting position, then stood completely up. She wiggled out of her blue jeans and pulled her simple white panties to the floor, completely naked in front of me. She was lovely, though a bit thick through the midriff. I wasn't about to complain about this naked Valkyrie in my bedroom. I also wasn't about to let her be the only naked one in the room, so I quickly undid my fly and started franticly pulling down my pants to get ready for her. I left my shirt on at first, until I had my pants off, and just got it off in time as she lowered herself back down onto the giant pillow next to me. I started to rise up, but she kissed me and leaned into me, forcing me back down on my back. She reached down and put her strong hand on my cock which was already nearing full volume. She stroked me firmly as we kissed and I was quickly engorged. Ute broke the kiss and swung a leg over me, straddling me and pinning me down. She reached around behind her to guide me and I was soon enjoying the sensations of her soft flesh engulfing my dick. She bobbed up and down a little to work me in but very quickly I was balls deep in her. She sat upright on me, her long torso supporting those incredible tits above me. My hands did the natural thing and cupped them, caressed them, made love to them as I had before. Ute's style was simple and direct. She worked her pelvis forward and back, grinding hard into me. She leaned forward and put her hands on my chest to support herself as she rocked back and forth. She threw all her weight into each thrust but her pace stayed steady and forceful. I like to do a good job when I make love and that usually means taking time to do things right and doing the things I know work well, but Ute was fully in charge as she rode me. I knew she would push me to an early orgasm like this and I figured I should tell her before this ended too soon. "I can't last long like this. You feel so good! I'm gonna come if you keep that up." "You need to last longer," is all she said, and never skipped a beat. I was worried because this constant grind was going to make me explode too early, but I did have some tools at my disposal. I kept it at bay as best I could but it was like riding the edge of a knife. I squirmed and wiggled, trying to vary the motion and keep my cool, using muscle control and unsavory mental images to hold back the tide, but she kept her pace like a machine and continued to grind into me. After about 15 minutes of a valiant fight I could tell it was a lost cause. "I'm gonna come," I warned, assuming she would want me to pull out since we weren't using protection, but she just kept up her relentless pace, grinding her hips into me and working my cock up inside her. I had given fair warning and all I could do now was enjoy. My back arched as the orgasm approached. Ute kept her pace with her weight on me but I still lifted her up off the floor. I put my hands on her hips and tried to pull her into me, but she resisted and kept to her own schedule. I grunted as the first contraction sent a shot of semen into her blonde-rimmed pussy, my face contorted and my body rigid. Still she rode me slow and steady, thwarting my need to thrust in time with my body's internal workings. My balls pumped out their cargo to her rolling movement as I tried to keep stable and thrust as best I could. Any orgasm is good but that one had not been great. She had been strong enough to keep her own pace and that had lessened my own enjoyment, but like I said, any orgasm is a good orgasm. As it faded, my body relaxed. I lay there feeling spent but Ute was a machine. "You need to have more than that." "Don't worry, I've got plenty left." I hoped. Her pace never wavered, even as my sperm leaked out and ran down under my balls. Her hole was sloppy and wet now but still she maintained her rhythm. I returned my attention to her breasts, trying to keep my arousal level high so my erection wouldn't wane. It's usually not a problem but I wanted to make sure. After a while Ute's breathing began to quicken and her face went from serene to intense. Her orgasm was rising. Her hips rocked back and forth on my slimy cock and she bit her lower lip as her brows knitted. Her strong hands, still on my chest for support, began to twitch and contract, driving her nails into my flesh. Her breathing turned to grunting and she bared her gritted teeth. I was back to full strength by then and loving the sight of this. I raised a hand and grabbed a handful of her short blonde hair. This had an immediate effect. Her eyes opened and she glared down at me with a wild lust. She roughly grabbed a hand full of my hair and wrenched my head to one side as she leaned forward to put more weight on her clit grinding into me. My German isn't good enough to translate what she said next, but as the flood of her orgasm took her she started shouting and shrieking, bucking on top of me like a frenzied animal. She held onto my hair with an iron grip and I reciprocated, trying to keep her from falling off. She rode me hard, throwing her long body down on me over and over as her pussy gushed and clenched around my cock. I held her down with my free hand and did my best to meet her thrusts. Her orgasm raged through her body for what seemed like 10 minutes. The quakes and shivers kept shooting through her, the convulsions kept her writhing on me, and the lust in her face kept me rock hard. She was sweating heavily and the beads rolled off her nose, chin and tits to land on me. Eventually the orgasm subsided and she relaxed. She slowly pried her hand out of my hair and lowered herself to lie on top of me, exhausted. Her lungs worked overtime to replenish her oxygen, pressing her luxurious breasts into me over and over. It had been an exciting display and normally I would be happy to roll over and fall asleep but this time I had further business to conduct. I was rock hard again and extremely excited. My first orgasm had been forced and uncomfortable and I desperately desired another. "Ute, remember when you said I needed more? I've got more." She raised her head, eyes bleary and unfocused, hair matted with sweat, and smiled. "OK. But you do the work." She rolled off me and my dick slipped out of her slimy hole with a pop. She lay there on the pillow, legs spread and chest still heaving as I rolled over and poised myself above her. I lowered myself and slid into her easily, eliciting a sigh of approval from my lusty companion. We were both tired and I made little attempt to do anything other than race for another orgasm. She lay there making little sounds and smiling at me, but otherwise barely participating. I fucked her fast and hard and before long I could feel another explosion rise within me. At the last moment I decided to go ahead and fulfill the nasty little fantasy I had had since I first laid eyes on this Teutonic goddess. As my orgasm reached the point of no return I pulled out and stood. I stepped forward and fell back to one knee, my erupting cock hanging over her enormous breasts. I'm not normally a big fan of the cum-shot but this was too wonderful to pass up. I squeezed tightly as the hot sperm boiled out of me and dripped in heavy globs on Ute's perfect tits. Thick and gooey, the first gout splattered loudly on her skin, the second merely surged, the third and subsequent oozed slowly out as I pulled hard on my cock. Foreign Exchange of Fluids I had spent most of my volume in her pussy so there was far less visual effect than I expected, but it was still damn hot. My body again felt the oppressive lethargy of post orgasm, but this time I could let it wash over me. I fell back and sat on the floor, breathing heavily and watching Ute dip a finger into a pool of cum between her tits. She spread it around idly for a while, watching me watch her, and together we relaxed from our exertions. She slept with me that night, a pleasant and erotic way to spend the dark hours. Pressed up against a tall lusty blonde with large breasts, I had no need of naughty dreams. The next day I had no classes but I had to deliver Ute back to my parent's house since she was leaving with my grandparents. We fucked like our lives depended on it all morning long, desperately trying to pull one more orgasm out of each other, until the time came to get on the road. I made a phone call to make sure everything was in order. "Bad news, Ute," I said after the phone call. "No! Your grandfather is OK?" "He will be fine. After another night of bed rest, that is. You aren't leaving until tomorrow." She smiled and dropped her recently packed duffel bag. "We must do more homework, then." Life is good. Foreign Exchange Slut KitazKitten has thought up the story idea and we written it together and I edited it. When it came time to post it, she wanted me to do it. Enjoy!!! --------------------------------------- Lisa was downstairs, humming to herself as she put the finishing touches on the enchilada. Having Marisol around had been interesting and exciting in a naughty way. Marisol may claim to be innocent but the way she dressed was anything but. Lisa had also caught her husband Jim giving the foreign exchange student several glances of interest and lust. And today she was eighteen years old, legal age. And they had a Birthday surprise in store for her. Their marriage was one of mutual play and swapping. They often hunted for a person together and both got satisfied. She was bisexual and proud of it and thankful that her husband loved to play her games. Of course a touch of whip to the skin never hurt anyone either. Grinning she walked over to the stairs and yelled, "Jim, hurry up. You need to go pick Marisol up from cheerleading practice. I've got everything ready so if she is willing, maybe you and I can get some play time in." "I know, I'm getting ready," Jim hurried up and got his wallet, watch and other personal effects that he needs to drive, but don't carry on him when home. He was excited about tonight's plans as he was preparing to pick up the sexy 18 year old girl living in their house. He ran down starts and grabbed the car keys off the wall. He gave Lisa a kiss on the cheek on the way out. He got into his car and left to pick up Marisol from her cheerleading practice. Marisol was talking to Elizabeth as the two left the gym and headed for the parent pick-up ramp. Marisol was thrilled that she had finally gotten the routine down and was looking forward to the first game they were going to cheer at next week. In her country, they didn't have such things and she was grateful to Jim and Lisa for taking her in for the whole school year. If she did well enough her junior year, she just might get the scholarship renewed and then she would be able to graduate with her American friends. She smiled and waved happily when she spotted her host family's car, heading for them. "I'll see you tomorrow, chic a. My ride is here." Marisol hugged Elizabeth and then opened the door to the now stopped car. "Hello, Mr. Jim," she said as she got in. "Hello Marisol how was practice?" asked Jim as she got into the car. He took the moment to check out her friend Elizabeth as Marisol was buckling her seat belt. Once she was buckled up he started to pull out onto the street to head home, where his wife Lisa made a great smelling dinner. "So, Mr. Jim, how was your day today?" Marisol asked as she crossed her legs, her cheerleading skirt riding up her leg as she got comfortable in the seat. "It was good, work went well, got home and checked my e-mail and then came to pick you up. And Lisa is making enchilada for dinner," replied Jim as he peeked at her rising skirt out of the corner of his eye. Then he repeated his question, "How was practice?" "Practice was good. I learned the routine and we will be performing it during next week's home game. I'm glad my English is good although they still tease me about my accent," Marisol admitted with a flip of her hair. She stretched a little, her shirt top pulling tight across her breasts. The other girls said she was just shy of being overly heavy in the boob area but she didn't mind. A size 38 D didn't seem all that bad to her. "They don't know what their talking about. I think it's a sexy accent with your voice. Kind of exotic, you know?" Jim replied. He took quick glances at her as he drove. Marisol blushed. "Thank you, Mr. Jim. I passed my tests today in science and math class. I wish our schools were like these here. I have learned much here and look forward to using it all," she replied as she absently ran her fingers along her chest as she looked out her window. "I think I speak for both me and Lisa when I say we are glad for you. And glad that you're staying with us. You're like the daughter we never had and if we do have one, I hope she'll be a lot like you. And please, just call me Jim," Jim said as he was turning into their drive way. "Ok, Jim. Does this mean I can all Miss Lisa, Lisa?" Marisol asked as he pulled into the garage. She uncrossed her legs, stretched again, pulling her top tight across her breasts. "Yeah," Jim said as he parked the car and turned it off as the garage doors closed as a result of his thumb pressing the button on the remote. He got out of the car and went into the house from the door inside the garage, Marisol a few steps behind him. He walked to Lisa who was setting the table and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. When she turned her head to the side he kissed her passionately. Inside the house, Lisa smiles when she hears the car pulling in. She's almost wet with the thought of them playing with Marisol. Marisol was hot to trot and Lisa truly wanted to smack that ass. Jim had a hard on since the car ride home at the thought of having a threesome with his wife and this 18 year old girl staying with them, whom is from another country. Luckily the denim of the jeans hid most of it, except a half circle knob poking out. "Ok, Jim. Does this mean I can call Miss Lisa, Lisa?" Marisol asked as he pulled into the garage. She uncrossed her legs, stretched again, pulling her top tight across her breasts. "Yeah," Jim said as he parked the car and turned it off as the garage doors closed as a result of his thumb pressing the button on the remote. Inside the house, Lisa smiles when she hears the car pulling in. She's almost wet with the thought of them playing with Marisol. Marisol was hot to trot and Lisa truly wanted to smack that ass. Jim had a hard on since the car ride home at the thought of having a threesome with his wife and this 18 year old girl staying with them, whom is from another country. Luckily the denim of the jeans hid most of it, except a half circle knob poking out. Lisa returned the kiss and then turned to look at the gaping Marisol. "Enjoy the show?" she asked in a seductive undercurrent to her tone. Marisol gulped, blushed and looked away. "I'll go put my things away and come eat dinner," she said in a rush before fleeing the room. Lisa chuckled and turned around to face Jim. "I do believe our little student is ready to be taught." Jim grinned, "I agree with that!" Marisol put her books on her desk and used the bathroom before coming downstairs. She would worry about changing clothes later. "The food smells good, Lisa," she said, stumbling slightly over the use of the first name before recovering and smiling as she sat down in her seat. "Thank you. I wanted to make it authentic and not some poor imitation that we like to call Latin food," Lisa replied with a pleased grin on her face. Jim smiled as he got ready to eat, his eyes darting back and forth to both of the ladies. Jim tasted some that was on his plate, "Mmmmmm, that's good honey!" Lisa beamed and Marisol smiled. "Yes it is very good. It tastes just like it does back home. Thank you for this meal," Marisol said sincerely. "You're welcome." They continued to eat and talk and discuss the happenings of their day. All the while Lisa kept eyeing Jim and Marisol, her gaze growing hungrier with each passing moment. She took her foot and stroked up and down Jim's leg. Jim grinned to his wife as he ate and started playing footsy with her under the table. His eyes went back and forth to his wife Lisa and Marisol. Only he and Lisa knew what they were planning for tonight. He couldn't wait to start, but he needed to be a good boy for his wife and finish the meal she worked hard preparing today. Finally they finished dinner and cleared the table. Lisa grinned. "And now, dessert," she announced as she brought the sapodillas with ice cream over to the table. She only brought two bowls. She put one in front of Jim and one in front of her seat. She sat and smiled brightly at Marisol. "Would you like some?" Marisol was a little surprised at Lisa's behavior and question but she answered truthfully. "Yes, Lisa, I would please. It is one of my favorite dishes." Lisa beamed. "Jim, feed her a bite of yours please. And dear, have fun," she admonished as she turned to watch him. Jim complied as he got a spoonful and fed it to Marisol almost like feeding a baby. She took it into her mouth, licking the spoon clean as it exited her mouth. Lisa began circling one breast with her fingers as she watched her husband obey her command. Marisol's eyes were on Jim but they shifted to Lisa and watched avidly as Lisa stroked her breast. Marisol felt her mouth go dry. Could this mean what she thought it meant? Her host family was hot, even the other kids at school said so. She had been feeling horny but had been afraid that if she made a pass at them they would scream foul and get her scholarship canceled. Now it looked like they wanted to fuck her just as badly as she wanted to do them but she was going to let them make all the moves. Lisa saw the look in Marisol's eyes and knew they had her. She would probably even make a willing sex slave if they trained her right. "Jim, feed her again, and dear, you are allowed one touch." Jim smiled brightly as he fed Marisol another spoonful. His other hand went under Marisol's cheerleading skirt, rubbing her pussy through her panties. Marisol swallowed the bite and then moaned as he rubbed her through her skirt. She felt her body tensing in response. She wasn't a virgin but she had never had sex with a married couple or with a woman before. "Mr. Jim," she moaned as her legs opened a little to give him more room. Lisa loved the look on Marisol's face. So wanton, so sexy. "That's enough love. Now, get the chocolate syrup and escort our little kitten to the play room," Lisa instructed before eating some more of her dessert. Jim went to the kitchen for the chocolate syrup and came back out. He helped Marisol out of the chair and walked with her to their 'play room'. Marisol had wondered what was in this locked room and her eyes grew large when she saw the hot tub, the tables, the chains, the glass case with dildos, cuffs and other assorted bondage materials. How had she not realized that Jim and Lisa liked to play this way? Her mouth was still dry but her pussy was not. It was starting to get wet. She wanted Jim to touch her again. "Jim, please, I want you to rub my pussy again," she said. Jim held up a finger in the 'uh-uh' gesture, "We can't do anything without the approval of Mistress Lisa." Marisol pouted but she stood by him and waited. Lisa made them wait for ten minutes before she left the kitchen and came to the 'play room.' She walked up to Jim and stroked his arm before pulling his head down to her and kisses him roughly. "Good boy. Glad to see you are making the kitten mind." Lisa slapped him on the ass before walking to stand in front of Marisol. "You will address me as Mistress Lisa when we are in this room. Any other time you can call me Lisa. You are not to tell others about what we do in here unless given permission to do so. I am giving you this one chance to back out." Marisol looked at Lisa and then at Jim. They were both hot and she wanted to have them love her. "I understand the rules," Marisol replied. Lisa frowned, walked behind Marisol and slapped her hard on the ass. "I understand, Mistress Lisa. SAY IT." Marisol winced at the slap but obediently repeated, "I understand Mistress Lisa." "Very good Jim, undress her and both of you get into the hot tub." Jim smiled as he started undressing the 18 year old girl. He pulled her cheerleader top up and off. Then he pulled her skirt and panties down together so she was naked. He then stripped down to the room's dress code, naked. He escorted Marisol into the hot tub. The both stepped in together. Marisol let out a gasp of pleased surprise and slid into the water. The jets of water massaged her back and she smiled. "This is wicked!" Lisa smirked and undressed, her toned body, ready and able for the session ahead. She grabbed some bath oils and got in the water, sitting on the other side of Marisol. "Jim, take this oil and rub her shoulders, make sure you give her a good shoulder rub. If you do it well, I will let you rub her breasts next." Jim took the bath oil and put some in his hand. He mixed it in both hands for a second and started massaging Marisol's shoulders, rubbing them firmly. Marisol closed her eyes. "Oh, oh, this feels good." She began to relax, her nipples starting to perk up. Lisa watched intently for a few minutes and then said, "Good boy. Now, take this oil and rub her breasts. You may even suck each breast two times but no more than that." Jim took the oil and started massaging Marisol's breasts. He started sucking the nipple of the one closest to him. He sucked her breast like a baby wanting milk. Marisol moaned and clutched at the edge of the tub. "Oh, oh Jim!" Lisa watched as she changed into her "Mistress" outfit, consisting of a corset and crotch less panties as well as spiked stiletto heel boots. She picked up two spiked collars and put one on Jim and one on Marisol. "That's enough sucking, Jim. Can't have the kitten thinking she gets this treatment every time." Jim stops sucking on Marisol's breast as ordered and pouted, "But Hun that was still my first suck. I've got three to go." Lisa's hand snaked out and she delivered a stinging slap to his face. "You will do as ordered, SLAVE, or you can be punished and denied the young cunt. Is that what you want?" "No Mistress," replied Jim as he sat still next to Marisol and looked up at Lisa like she was the teacher and he was paying attention in class. "Marisol, I want you to straddle his lap, pinch Jim's nipples and with one hand stroke his cock. Jim, you will not help her. I want both hands holding on to the tub." "Yes Mistress," Jim responded as he placed his hands on the tub edges, one on either side of him. "Yes, Mistress Lisa," Marisol said as she followed the instructions and began pinching Jim's nipples and stroking his cock. Lisa reached down and fingered herself, already wet from watching the two of them. Jim sat still in the position he was ordered and just enjoyed the sensations of this 18 year old girl giving him a hand-job. He watched his wife Lisa fingering herself as she watched the girl jacking off her husband's cock. Marisol wanted to feel his hardening cock in her pussy, not in her hand. Forgetting Mistress Lisa's orders, she tried to slide Jim inside her. Jim moaned as his cock head touched Marisol's pussy lips. He wanted in her as much as she wanted him in her. He looked down at her pussy bouncing on his cock head through the water. Lisa saw his look and knew what it meant. She picked up her riding crop from the table, positioned herself at angle and then brought the crop down hard along Marisol's back, eliciting a cry from the teenager who pushed away from Jim, tears in her eyes as she looked over at Lisa with a hurt expression. "I told you what to do and you will do it or be punished. Jim, out of the tub and bring her with you to the chair," Lisa ordered. "Yes Mistress," Jim obeyed his wife as he got out of the tub while grabbing Marisol's wrist. He went to the chair with Marisol in tow. His rock hard cock bounced up and down in the now cold air. It was cold because their skin was wet. "In the chair, tie her up well and make sure you tie her legs at a bent angle and spread-eagled so that we can see her pussy," ordered Lisa. Jim smiled as he tied the naked 18 year old girl to the chair. Her legs spread wide to give whoever stood in front of her the best view of her young teenage pussy. Jim remained rock hard in the cold air as he imagined himself eating that young cunt in his mind. Lisa walked around the chair and then up behind Jim. Marisol had a good view from her position because the chair was tilted at angle, allowing the girl a view of all that was in front of her. Lisa stood behind Jim, and with one hand trailed it down his chest, to his stomach and then to his cock where she stroked it and grinned at Marisol's wide eyes. "He's such a fine specimen isn't he?" Marisol could only nod for her eyes were riveted on Lisa's movements. "Jim, tell our young kitten what you want to do to her." Jim laughed, "A shorter list is what I don't want to do to her. But at this particular moment I was thinking of eating that young pussy of hers, Mistress." Lisa smirked when Marisol moaned. "My, my. I think our little kitten got wet just at the suggestion. How badly do you want to eat her, my love?" "So bad that it take the rest of my life to pay you back for the favor," Jim replied as he stared at the 18 year old pussy in front of him. His mouth watered at the sight of it. Ohhhhh the things he could do with that young pussy. To bad Marisol was only here for a short while. She was like a daughter to them. Although Jim could always get Lisa pregnant, in hopes for creating a real daughter. But it'll be quite a few years before she'll be old enough to be initiated. These were the thoughts that raced through his mind in only a few seconds. Back on track he focused on Marisol's pussy again. "Would you be willing to whip that pussy with my riding crop and then have your ass spanked?" Lisa asked coyly. "Yes Mistress," Jim replied with a grin. Now she was just getting naughty. He liked it when she was in her naughty moods. But as Mistress, she didn't get punished for it, he did. He submitted to her to be her male slut since before they were married. "Very well, you're first. I want to make your ass so red it would attract attention in space," she purred as she pulled over another chair and gestured for him to place his hands on the arm rests. She picked up one of her paddles and smiled. Marisol gasped. Would she get spanked too? Jim did as he was silently ordered. He prepared his ass for the pain, clenching it instinctively. He grabbed the armrests to the chair. He looked over to Marisol to see what her reaction was. Lisa took the paddle and circled it around his ass three times before delivering a blow. It was nowhere near as stinging as it would get for she liked to take her time when playing. She hit him again and again, each time increasing her swing as she hit him. He naturally tightened up with each hit not knowing when that hard one that starts the hard ones will be. His hard cock just bounced up and down in front of him each time she hit his ass. He watched Marisol's facial expressions. Marisol was pretty much drooling so turned on was she by the spanking. Her own cunt was wet in anticipation of the whipping Jim was going to give it. She moaned and struggled against her bonds. She wanted to play with herself so badly it almost hurt. Lisa upped the sting and the pain as she neared the twentieth spank. Jim's ass was nice and red, just the way she liked it. Me: Jim smiled at Marisol as he watched her try to fight the bonds. He knew what she wanted. He groaned in mixed pleasure and pain as his wife beat his ass red. It stung with every slap now. Lisa gave him another ten slaps before standing back to admire her handiwork. "Jim, go and check Marisol's pussy. See if it's wet yet." Jim grinned as he crawled across to Marisol and felt her pussy with his hand, "She's dripping wet Mistress." "Take the riding crop and whip her clit and pussy with it ten times. We'll go easy on her since it is her first time. After you have whipped it. You may finger fuck her for ten minutes. If both of you perform well, I'll let you fuck her," Lisa said with a happy grin. "Yes Mistress," Jim grinned as he took the riding crop and whipped Marisol's cunt. He counted as he slapped the 18 year old girl's pussy with it, "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10!" Foreign Exchange Slut Marisol gave little cries of pain with the sting of the riding crop but she also felt more cum dripping from her. The pain she wasn't used to but she did like it. "More, please," she groaned. "We have our orders," Jim reminded Marisol as he stuck his finger into her pussy and started finger fucking the 18 year old girl. He then slid in another finger. Pumping his fingers harder, faster and deeper. Marisol arched her hips to the best of her ability, her cries of pleasure growing louder. Lisa circled and watched them both, a smirk on her face. Her husband was so a ho and Marisol a slut but she wouldn't have it any other way. She wasn't worrying about having an orgasm. She was going to enjoy watching Jim get Marisol off. "More fingers. And don't be gentle. A little pain and screaming never hurt anyone," she ordered Jim and then took the paddle and slapped his ass hard to make sure he obeyed. Jim jumped up a bit to the slap. He added more fingers as he finger fucked Marisol's young pussy. After several minutes he was fist fucking her cunt. Marisol screamed when he put his whole fist into her but then she moaned and panted and begged for him to ride her. Lisa took the riding crop and promptly used it to lay six stinging slaps, three to each of Marisol's breasts. "He will fuck you in three minutes slut and not a moment sooner. Jim, I want to hear her scream again. Take your fist all the way out and give it to her again, HARD. Failure to do so will mean no fucking for you." Jim pulled his fist all the way out of Marisol's pussy and forced it back in as deep as he could push. He pushed as hard as he could. Marisol didn't have to fake a scream it was wrenched from her. Her pussy throbbed painfully but then the pain was gone and she felt herself getting wet again. Jim fisted at her hard and fast with each pump of his arm. Getting a little deeper each time. Lisa watched for a few minutes and then she stroked Jim's shoulder. "Time's up. You can fuck that pretty cunt now." Jim smiled up at his wife, "Yes Mistress. Shall I leave her tied during or take her to the bed?" "Leave her tied. Naughty girls always get tied up." "Yes Mistress," Jim squads into position above Marisol in the chair. He places his cock head on her 18 year old pussy lips and shoves his rock hard dick into her. He starts fucking the teenage girl in and out. Thrusting harder, faster and deeper. Jim looks to his wife as he fucks the young high school girl. Lisa licks her lips and lifts up a breast and begins sucking it while fingering herself with the other hand, her eyes locked on Jim's as Marisol's moans and calls out his name over and over. Jim watched his wife fingering herself, desiring to fuck her when he was done fucking Marisol. As he watched his wife, their eye's meeting with lusty looks. He fucked the teenage girl harder and harder, faster and faster, deeper with every thrust into her. This was heaven; they finally initiated this girl, something they both wanted to do since they first laid eyes on her. Lisa was happy to feel the wetness run down her hand. She knew Jim would give her a good ride once he was done with their new slut. She smiled at Marisol's moans and occasional whimpers of pain. Nothing like a good mix of pleasure and pain to get the juices flowing. Marisol felt the orgasm about to hit and she screamed out Jim's name when it hit, her body tensing and arching as she rode the wave. Jim fucked Marisol wilder and harder as he neared climax. Feeling Marisol's tiny 18 year old pussy squeezing his cock even tighter forced his first load of hot potent seed to spray deep into the teenage womb. He kept watching his wife Lisa through every second of it. It was obvious she enjoyed the show of her husband fucking the high school girl that lived with them. He fucked his sperm deeper and deeper into the young girl. Marisol felt him cum and she let out a low cry of happiness as she felt a second wave hit her. Her body was on fire and every muscle was so tense she thought she would break. It had never been this good, ever. "Now pleasing us sexually will be your chores around the house for as long as you live here. Right Mistress?" Jim said as he pounded Marisol's pussy harder, faster and deeper. Thrusting in and out as he started nursing from her young breasts. "Please, I can't take any more," Marisol moaned, her eyes going to Lisa. "You are correct Jim. I'm thinking she will have to wear a different outfit each day and that her pussy must always stay shaved as well. She will have to be able to fuck at a moment's notice and she has to bring home friends every now and then that are willing to play as well," Lisa said as she walked over to a different table and selected a size 10" dildo and a strap on. She would let Jim finish first and then she would fuck the slave while he fucked her. "Especially Cheerleader friends," Jim added with a grin. He fucked her harder and harder, deeper and deeper until he was about to explode again. He shot another load of hot cum deep into the teenager's cunt. He pulled out and moved so Lisa can take position, "I need to save some for the Mistress." Lisa walked by and swatted his ass as she went between Marisol's legs and took her time sliding the dildo slowly into Marisol who moaned happily as she was stretched and filled. Once she was in, Lisa, snapped her fingers and spread her legs a little so Jim could fuck her. Jim got behind his wife and shoved his cock into her pussy doggy-style as she was fucking Marisol with the strap-on. He thrusted into his wife harder and harder, faster and faster, his hands on her hips to help her thrusts. Marisol was crying out wildly as she felt the double whammy of the thrusts of her Mistress and Master. She could get to like doing this all the time. It appealed to her on some elemental level. "Oh yeah, Jim, you've gotten better. You're hitting the spot. Oh yeah baby," Lisa moaned. "MMMmmmmm, you've trained me well, Mistress Lisa," Jim moaned as he fucked his wife/Mistress harder, faster and deeper. Ramming and slamming his cock into her wildly with every thrust. Lisa and Marisol were moaning in sync but Lisa came first, her vagina walls squeezing her husband's cock hard, forcing him into cumming early. She knew how to make him jump. Jim shot his load of cum deep inside his wife's womb, fucking his seed deeper and deeper into her. Marisol came again, another cry of pleasure wrenched from her. Her body was glistening with sweat and her mouth was opened partly, giving her a sultry just fucked look. Lisa pulled out and then turned to push Jim back and out of her. "Lick the slut clean and then untie her." "Yes Mistress. Give her the full body licking clean?" asked Jim as he knelt beside Marisol. "Yes, take your time if it makes you happy," Lisa crooned and went to the sink to clean off the toys. "Yes Mistress," Jim replied and grinned as he started licking Marisol at her ankles, up her legs. He planned on having his tongue touch every part of the teenage girl's naked body. From her ankles to her face. And of course taking his sweet time on her pussy, ass, and tits. He got all the way up both legs and was licking paths from Marisol's asshole to her clit. Marisol moaned and writhed and begged him to put his tongue in her pussy. "Please, senor, please!" For once this evening he complied with what the young girl wanted, besides, he wanted to do a thorough job. Jim started probing his tongue inside her pussy. Started tongue-fucking her. Marisol, moaned and cried his name. Her body tense as her juices flowed. Jim drunk her juices as he tongue-fucked her pussy. Lisa hummed softly to herself as she watched Jim, pleasuring their new slut. "Shall we untie her now, Mistress?" Jim asked his wife. Lisa thought about it and nodded. "Yes untie. What did you have in mind?" Lisa asked, seeing the look in his eyes that always meant he was going to suggest something very naughty. "We sandwich this slut between us and both double-pound her," Jim grinned wickedly. Lisa smirked. "I love your devious mind. Yes, let's." Lisa picked up a different strap-on and a different dildo. And put it on. Jim untied Marisol, "On the bed, slut." Marisol's legs were wobbly and she had to clutch at Jim before she managed to get her balance. She was going to be very sore but she didn't mind. She went to the bed and sat on it, her eyes on Jim. "You get to be the boss," Lisa purred as she walked over with the ten inch dildo strapped on. Jim laid on the bed next to Marisol, he pulled the 18yo girl on top of him to straddle him, sliding his rock hard dick into her pussy as she sat on him. Jim's fingers pulled Marisol's ass cheeks open showing Lisa a good view of the girl's open butt-hole and even a view of her husbands cock deep inside the young girl. He grinned to Lisa, "Fuck her ass, hon." "With pleasure," Lisa purred as she rubbed the lube on the dildo and slid into Marisol's ass. Marisol gasped and cried out, "Dios mio!" Never had she felt anything like this before and she loved it. Jim moved Marisol's hips so she was riding up and down on his cock. Once she got going he let her control the thrusting motions as she was getting double-fucked. Lisa was content to let Jim play Master. It was fun to switch every now and then. Marisol rocked her hips and either way made her moan and cry out their names as she got it from both ends. "That's it sluts, after our fucking I'll let you two share my cock together to clean it up real good," Jim moaned out. "Yes Master," Lisa said as she stroked the underside of Jim's cock even as she slapped Marisol's ass. "And Marisol, for as long as you stay with us I want you to call me 'Daddy'. Got that?" ordered Jim as he thrusted up against her thrusts. "Yes, Daddy," Marisol moaned. "That's a good lil slut for Daddy," Jim moaned as he played with her breasts as they fucked. Lisa kept the spanking up, Marisol's ass turning red. And it excited her so that she thrusted harder. Jim hands went around Marisol and onto Lisa's ass pulling all 3 bodies together hard. Marisol screamed and Lisa laughed and then purred as she reached between them and pinched Marisol's nipples, grinning as the young girl cried out. Jim fucked Marisol harder and deeper as if attempting to fuck Lisa through Marisol. Marisol's nails dug into his shoulders and she gave an endless scream as she orgasmed, the muscles in her ass and pussy tightening. Marisol's squeezing pussy forced the seed from Jim's cock deep into Marisol's womb. He fucked his cum deeper up the young girl's birth canal. "Careful husband, don't want her knocked up," Lisa warned. "What if she's 'accidentally knocked up' from a 'boy at school'?" Jim asked with a grin. "Then we will fix her. I will not have our fun spoiled by her being with child." "Yes Mistress. Maybe just before she leaves us and then she can fuck around when she gets home and blame it on them?" Jim asked. "That is an idea," Lisa said as she slowly withdrew from Marisol's ass. "You want a turn at getting double pounded, honey?" offered Jim. "Not today. We will have to teach her how to wear everything but I'm sure she would like to lick you clean, just like I want to." Jim grinned as he leaned back with his hands behind his head and smiling, "Ok ladies. Be nice and share!" Lisa pushed Marisol's head down. "Lick him bitch," Lisa ordered as she took her time licking his balls. "Do a good job and I'll see if I can muster up another load of cum for you two to clean off and drink," Jim moaned as his cock and balls was being licked by both women. Marisol licked his cock cleaned while Lisa finished off his balls. "Mmmmmmmmm, God yes, accept your treat," Jim moaned as he shoved Marisol's mouth back around his cock and released his load inside her throat. Marisol fought him for a brief moment and then swallowed. "Mmmmmmmm, yes. Enjoy that?" Jim asked. "Yes, Daddy," Marisol replied. "That's Daddy's lil girl," Jim smiled down at her. Then added, "Let's shower and go to bed." "Yes Daddy," she said as she and Lisa obediently followed after him. Jim started the shower and stepped inside, he was a gentle-man and helped the ladies into the shower. Each of his hands soaping up their skin. Lisa sighed happily, as she leaned in against his hand. She and Marisol both washed him clean as well. He held the girls slippery wet skin to his as he soaped them up, washing them both. Once they were all washed up Lisa announced, "Time for bed." The trio got out of the shower, dried up and hopped into Jim and Lisa's bed. Jim and Lisa snuggled with Marisol in between then as they drifted to sleep. Foreign Exchange Student I was into my 3rd year of college and had been living with 3 other guys I met while living in the dorm the year before. We were renting a two-story house with 4 single guys so naturally there was a party going on any given day of the week. We were quite popular with the women and had no problem bringing them home for the after-parties. One of my roommates had been dating a foreign exchange student he met at orientation. Students tend to bond quickly with each other in unfamiliar places so they quickly went from hanging out to fucking in his room. She was a 5’5 foreign exchange student, shoulder length brown hair with highlights, blue eyes, nice round firm tits and a wicked smile that would melt a man. She knew she was hot and would wear low rider jeans with her tong showing to prove it. The first thing I noticed were her hips in the tight jeans. They were the kind you could grab onto and fuck doggy style for hours. My roommate had been dating her for a couple of months now but also had a bad habit of meeting other women while still in a relationship. She soon found out and didn’t come around for a few weeks but eventually made her way back to the house since we were the only ones she really knew. She would still come over to hang out because they were still “friends”, or, as guys like to call it “back burner girl”. It all started one night at a big party my fraternity was hosting. She stopped by the house that night to hang out but everyone had already left. It was a Friday night and he didn’t even bother to tell her about the party. I could leave her high and dry with nothing to do or be a gentleman and invite her along. I chose the latter. We arrived at the party and made the rounds of shaking hands and chatting with people we knew. We would have a drink, chat for a little bit then mingle with the other partygoers. A few hours passed and I was getting pretty hammered with the beer and shots. I was standing over a drinking game when someone brushed up against me. I looked over and it was her smiling with a shot of tequila in each hand. It has always been my experience that when the tequila comes out, the night gets interesting. We took the shot, and smiled at each other’s tequila face. She continued looking and smiling at me when I realized there was more to her smile. I’ve seen that smile before and I knew what she wanted. Roommate or no roommate, this girl was hot and I wanted her bad. On our way back to my truck I decided to make my move. I grabbed her hand, pulled her towards me and started to kiss her. She wrapped her arms around me and returned my kiss by putting her tongue deep into my mouth. All I could think about now was fucking this girl on my bed. I sped home with her rubbing my hard cock through my jeans the entire way. I had my hand on her thighs squeezing and rubbing them in turn. We finally made it back to the house and headed straight to my room. Once In my room I pinned her against my wall and held her arms above her head. I breathed into her ear and started slowly kissing her neck occasionally nibbling on her ear lobe. I pulled her shirt off in one motion and pushed her onto the bed. I started kissing her neck and worked my way down to her swollen tits. I would nibble on her nipples through her bra to hear her moan her and heave her chest up to meet my mouth. I ran my hand down her stomach until I reached her thighs. I could feel the heat and moisture seeping through her pants. She was soaking wet by this time. By this time the smell of sex was driving me crazy, I had to taste her. I kissed her stomach all the way down, teasing her by going back to her tits when I got to her thong line. I couldn’t resist swirling my tongue around her lick brown areolas. I pulled the rest of her pants off while she made short work of getting her panties off. I took my thumb and gently rubbed her clit up and down until I my thumb slipped down between her lips. I rubbed my thumb up and down her slit causing them to open up just a blooming flower. I got down on my knees at the edge of the bed, lifted both her legs up and put them over my shoulder. She quickly crossed her legs behind me and pulled my head down straight into waiting pussy. She was dripping wet by this time, I sucked on her inner thigh while she started to rub her swelling clit. I stuck my tongue out and began to lightly lick around her open lips. After a couple of minutes of tracing my tongue around her lips I licked my lips and stuck my tongue on her hole and licked all the way up to her clit. When I reached her clit I had to swallow because I had so much of her juices on my tongue. I took my thumb and started to stroke her clit while pushing back her hood exposing more of her swollen pink clit. I gently licked her clit making small circles around it while I worked my free hand towards her opening pussy. In one motion I sucked her clit into my mouth and slipped my first finger in her. She reached down, grabbed my hair with both hands and pulled me hard into her. I sucked harder on her clit and almost swallowed it when she thrust her hips up into me. I knew she was getting ready to cum because she raised her head up to look down at me but closed her eyes tight and threw her head back into the bed. While I continued to suck on her clit I slipped another finger into her which caused her to start fucking my face. I was finger fucking her pretty fast and could feel the walls of her pussy starting to swell in on my fingers. With a little whimper she started to come. I just stuck my tongue out and tried to lap up all her juices as they flowed out. I swallowed 2 times before she started to slow her bucking hips. I slowly pulled my fingers out of her swollen quivering pussy watching her cum run down my fingers into my palm. Stroking my cock with her juices in hand, I rolled her over onto her front, pulled her hips up so that she was in the face down doggy position. Her ass was straight up in the air; her arms were crossed in front of her head. There is nothing more erotic than a woman with her ass up and face down in the bed. I could see that her lips were swollen pink and I could see a glistening drop fall from her throbbing pussy onto my bed sheet. I positioned myself behind her pointing my hard cock towards her opening. She raised her ass while dipping her back down, I knew she was ready and couldn’t take anymore teasing. I grabbed my cock and a drop of precum quickly formed at the tip of my crown. I guided my pulsating head towards her pussy and slowly rubbed my bead of precum up and down her slit mixing our juices together. On the second stroke I positioned myself at her opening and pushed just the tip of my head into her. With just the tip of cock being held in place I grabbed her hips and pulled her back. She gasped as I pushed 8 ½ inches of my cock into her with one motion. She quickly swallowed me up while I savored the feeling of entering a woman who had just cum. I pulled back and could see my shaft glistening with her cum. I started slow at first but then I started fucking her faster and harder. All you could hear was the sound of my balls slapping her wet pussy. Every now and then I would drive deep into and hold her hips tightly in place until she would buck her ass and moan. It was her turn now; I wanted to watch this beautiful girl ride me. No sooner had I lain down than she was on top of me guiding my cock back into her. My dick was so hard I had no problem sliding all the way into her. She gasped as she leaned back and started to wildly grind on me. It didn’t take her long to cum in this position. All of the sudden she tensed up and started shaking all over. I could feel her cum running down my stomach making a little puddle in my belly button. When she finished she rubbed her juices all over my stomach and told me it was my turn. I had been fighting for some time not to cum and was more than willing. I sat up and pushed her back so that I was now on top of her. It didn’t take long before I could feel my balls start to tingle. Since we didn’t have a condom she told me not to cum in her but on her stomach. I started fucking her really deep until I knew I was going to blow my load. I held my last thrust deep inside her until I felt my balls starting to pump. I pulled out, grabbed my cock and pumped my first shot up to her neck. My second and third shot of semen landed just under her breasts. I stoked my cock until I watched the last of my cum drain onto her stomach. To my amazement she reached down, touched the puddle of cum on her stomach and carefully tasted her fingers. We lay there talking and joking about what her ex would do if he knew we were fucking right above his room. Although we didn’t last very long, I do have more to this story. This is the first in a series of true stories I would like to share. Names have been left out to protect the guilty. I’ve read many of the stories already and seem to be a little more heated when I know the words on the page describe an actual act. Hopefully you will too! Comments, suggestions and ideas always welcome. Please email comments to the link below. Foreign Exchange Student I never won any arguments with my wife. If Cathy said it, then it was happening. I was treated like a child in my own home. Cathy was only 5'5, but she was a force to be reckoned with. Even at 40 her body was lean and toned, she went to the gym daily like it was her job. She kept her hair in a honey blonde bob with sharp slant that framed her face. None of this really mattered to me since my wife was also a frigid bitch. The only time I saw any play was if she'd had one too many martinis at her weekly ladies' night. In fact the last time she put the moves on me was when the twins were conceived---14 years a go! Now, Cathy was telling me a foreign exchange student from Brazil would be staying us the second half of the school year. Jeanie, her 18-year-old daughter from her first marriage, was in her senior year at Our Merciful Savior Catholic High School and Cathy thought it would be a good idea for Jeanie's college applications if she participated in the Foreign Exchange Student Program. As the host family not only would we be expected to house, feed and clothe the foreign exchange student, we would also be paying for her airfare and her half-year tuition to Merciful Savior. Although, I did fairly well as a top lawyer at a successful law firm, I was getting tired of being treated like an ATM. I paid Cathy's gym memberships, for the boys' braces, for Jeanie's schooling and now this, without even so much as a thank you. "Just give the check to Jeanie to take to school tomorrow." Cathy said as she headed out to her tennis lessons, her short white tennis skirt swaying across her firm round ass and her pert 34C breasts, also paid for by me, standing high and proud in her tight pink polo. I gritted my teeth, biting back on my discontent with the whole situation. The door to Jeanie's bedroom was partially open as I approached with checkbook in hand. She was lying on her stomach in her bed flipping through a magazine, bubblegum pop blaring from her radio. Jeanie had the same honey blonde hair as her mother, but she wore it long past her shoulders with shaggy bangs that always seemed to be in her big blue eyes. At 5'9 Jeanie was much taller than her mother and most of her height was in her legs. I admired her long legs, bent at the knees, she was crossing and uncrossing her legs at the ankle in time to the music. I followed her legs up to the tiny terry cloth shorts that stretched across her ass. I could almost make out the outline of her pussy lips. Jeanie's breasts were naturally a D-cup and the stretchy cotton tank she was wearing was having a hard time keeping them from spilling out the top. I entered her designer pink bedroom. Pink curtains, pink sheets, pink carpets and matching all-white furniture. She had photos of her friends wedged in the frame of her mirror and clothes galore scattered all-over her floor and thrown across the back of her desk chair. As I neared Jeanie turned her head towards me. There was a cute smattering of freckles across her small up-turned nose. She smiled, "Hi daddy!" She said brightly. Unlike her mother, Jeanie always seemed genuinely happy to see me. Maybe it's because I'd raised her since she was three and was the only male role model she had. "Mom wanted me to give you this check for the exchange student." I said extending the check to her as I sat down on the edge of her bed. She jumped up excitedly, her braless breasts bouncing heavily. She flung her arms around me mashing her soft, supple boobs against my chest. "Oh, thank you Daddy! I can't wait for her to get here!" I shifted uncomfortably trying to hide the growing erection in my pants. It's not everyday, not for me at least, that a nubile 18-year-old flings her arms around you. I hugged her tightly in return and left as quickly as possible. ***** "Drew!" Cathy bellowed, "We're home! Come meet Natascia." I peeked my head into the entry. Cathy was standing there in a pair of large oversized sunglasses, a button-down with the top few buttons undone to show off her cleavage. The twins, Robby and Bobby, each held a large suitcase and Jeanie and Natascia were coming through the door behind them. I didn't know what to say. Natascia was far hotter than I expected. She was very petite about 5'2 and what looked to be around 115 pounds. Her skin was the color of warm caramel and her dark chocolate hair had warm auburn streaks in it. It flowed wildly over her shoulders, down her back and brushed the top of her very nice ass. Her eyes were almost cat-like and a deep green with hazel specks. She wore only a thin black cotton slip dress that stopped a good five inches above her thighs. As she stepped in from outside, I could see her nipples go rock hard through the thin fabric as the air conditioning swept over her body. Jeanie eagerly dragged her over to me. With both hands on her shoulders, she introduced us, "Daddy this is Natascia and Natascia this is my Dad, you can call him Mr. Roger." "Nice to meet you Mr. Roger." She said, her Portuguese accent skewing the sounds of the letters in my last name. "Alright, Daddy, I'm going to show Natascia my room." And with that Jeanie began leading Natascia up the stairs and out of my view. "Boys take Natascia's suitcases up to the guest bedroom." My wife's sharp voice brought me back to attention. I absent-mindedly gave her a peck on the cheek before heading back to my office for some much need alone time. ***** Somehow I'd survived an entire month of having a hot, young foreign exchange student in my home. It'd been damn near impossible to watch Natascia shuffle down the stairs every morning in her Merciful Savior uniform. That uniform was definitely worth every penny. Natascia had learned quickly to roll her plaid green and navy pleated school skirt to show off her slender legs. Sometimes, if I positioned myself just right by the stairwell I could catch a glimpse of the naughty underwear she liked to wear. Unlike Jeanie, who stuck to plain Jane cotton panties or boy-cuts, Natascia liked to wear thongs. Silky thongs that tightly cupped her clean shaven pussy and bisected her tight little ass. I often wondered if she ever subjected her pussy to the famed Brazilian wax. I'd like to, just one time reach under her skirt and find out for myself. Most mornings I got a boner just thinking about what that short swishing skirt was concealing. However, this particular morning was a Sunday, so I wasn't expecting a show. I'd gotten up early to go for a jog. I knew everyone would still be a sleep so I quietly slipped back into the house and avoided the squeaky step on the stairs. As I walked past the bathroom Jeanie shared with the guest bedroom, I noticed it cracked ever so slightly and could hear a soft almost mewing sound. Out of curiosity I snuck up to the door and pressed it open just a little more. In complete shock, my entire body froze. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Natascia was sitting on the toilet with the lid down with one foot up on the edge of the tub. Her night slip lay on the floor near her other foot. With one hand she dangled one of my Play Boy magazines a few inches from her face (July, an excellent issue). With her other hand she was furiously rubbing on her clit with all four of her fingers. Her small honey-colored pussy glistened with moisture and it was completely bare, just as I imagined. I couldn't see her face, but I could hear her moaning softly. Instinctively, I began rubbing my cock through my running shorts, bracing myself with my arm against the wall. Her pussy lips were puffy and looked incredibly sensitive. Finally when she couldn't take it anymore, she plunged her fingers into her sopping wet cunt, the magazine fell from her hand, her head went back, her eyes closed and she bit into her lower lip as she released a deep groan. I felt hot sperm splatter all over the inside of my running shorts at the sight barely B-cup breasts hanging like dew drops. Her small nipples like perfectly placed tiny Hershey's kisses. A bright red post-orgasm flush ran from her cheeks down her throat and across her chest. I slowly eased away from the door, pressing my back against the wall and trying to catch my breath. I had just watched my hot 18-year-old foreign exchange student get off to one of my old Play Boy magazines and it was certainly more invigorating than the run I had just completed. Now there were two reasons I needed a cold shower! Foreign Exchange Student I am twenty-nine years old and have been married for eight years. After eight years of marriage, life has become incredibly stagnant. Wendy spends most of her time at her sister's house. She thinks if she is home while I am here I will spend all my time trying to fuck her, she's probably right. If she is not at her sister's house then she is working part time at the University helping foreign students with their visa applications and finding host families for foreign exchange students. Wendy over the last five years has turned into a cold bitch. She has the emotional warmth of a three day old corpse. I am lucky if I can get her to have sex once a month and forget anything really erotic. Usually she just lays there with a look of 'hurry up and get this over with.' I tried to remember where things had changed. Wendy use to be one sexy little number. At five feet six, a hundred and fifteen pounds, with long brown hair and a nice set of tits, I guess she still was. Her cold demeanor was just too hard to ignore and could not compensate for her good looks. She use to be fun to hang out with and loved to have sex almost as much as I did. Somewhere over the last few years that had changed. Now she had no respect for me and only seemed to tolerate me. Thinking on it more, she seemed to have changed when I became more accommodating to her. Slowly giving in to more of her demands over the years had caused her to lose a lot of the respect. As if she could sense I was thinking about her the frigid bitch walked into the kitchen where I was drinking a cup of coffee. I watched her as she walked to the refrigerator and grabbed a vitamin water. She didn't even acknowledge my existence until she turned around and walked up to the opposite end of the breakfast table. "Frank, I was at the school yesterday and the director of student admissions approached me. He asked me if I would act as a host family for a foreign exchange student." I have to admit I was a little surprised she was even talking to me. Maybe I was just mad and overreacted about her pinion of me. "Well, we can certainly talk about it." "I already told him I would do it. I just wanted to let you know so you wouldn't be shocked when a student came to the front door and said they were going to be living here. It was too good an opportunity to pass up. The director hinted that if I helped him with this I would be able to go full time at the University in the admissions office." Bitch. Any thought I had of her seeing me as an equal partner in this relationship vanished. "Thanks for letting me know." I said sarcastically. "You're welcome," she said as she grabbed her drink and headed out the door. Just like Wendy had said, two weeks later she showed up at the door with a girl carrying two large suitcases. She had a beautiful young face with long blonde hair, high cheekbones and impossibly long eye lashes. "This is Arabelle; she is a French exchange student in her first year at the University." Wendy said making the introduction. All the preconceived notions you may have about young French eighteen year old girls is completely true. She was absolutely gorgeous. She was five feet four inches of teenage sexiness. She was thin, probably weighing only about ninety-five pounds and had a nice pair of tits. Smaller than my wife's size C but still perfectly proportioned to her slight frame. "Welcome to your new home Arabelle." There was no sense in taking the frustration I had for my wife out on this gorgeous girl. Wendy took Arabelle to the guest room and helped her get situated. I went straight to the bathroom in our bedroom and jerked off. The thought of that beautiful piece of ass staying under our roof was more than enough to get me hard. After I had finished beating my meat, which had taken less than ten minutes, I went to the kitchen and started to prepare dinner. At eighteen years old, Arabelle was driving me insane with lust. I had discovered over the last couple of weeks that she was one horny little slut. I cold tell she was in a number of ways. I had gone into her bathroom a few times to pick up the dirty towels to wash and had seen her panties. Tiny little thongs which in and of themselves was nothing, but several of them were crusty where her juices had soaked them thoroughly. I had also heard her on a few of occasions moaning softly as she demonstrated a clear understanding of autoeroticism. It wasn't too loud and I did have to put my ear to the door, but once I did it was clear to me what she was doing. As soon as I had heard her climax, which wasn't that quiet, I had gone straight to my bathroom and jerked off. The horny little French girl was fingering herself all the time. She would be in her room two or three times a day and anytime she was in there and I called her for dinner or some other reason, her response was always the same. 'I will be there in a few minutes.' I should know, I jerk off at least thee times a day. It was Saturday and as usual Wendy was over at her sister's house. Arabelle had told my wife she wanted to stay home so she could study. As usual the little French tart had her door closed. I placed my ear to the door and heard what I had expected, the soft moaning of a teenage girl masturbating. My cock immediately went to its full seven inches. Rubbing my cock through my shorts, I had finally reached the breaking point. After all, there is only so much a man can take when it comes to having a cute teenager fingering herself five feet away. "I went into the living room and grabbed a dime out of the change cup. I then walked back to her bedroom door and placed the dime in the safety lock. The safety lock is standard on most bedroom doors. It allows a parent to open a door if a child has accidentally locked themselves in. I twisted the dime and heard the faint click as the door unlocked. As I silently opened the door I saw what I had been hoping for. There she was, lying on the bed with two fingers buried deep in her wet pussy. Her eyes were closed and she didn't notice me come in. I admired her body for a moment. She was beautiful and as I suspected a little skinny. Her tits were about a size B and her pink erect nipples stood out against her white skin. When she did notice me she jerked her hands out of her panties and tried to cover up her breast with her arms. "M'sieur, what are you doing? You should not be in here." "I am watching a sexy little French girl playing with herself. I know you touch yourself all the time." I said as I approached the bed. "M'sieur Frank, you should not be in here. If your wife comes home you would get in trouble." Arabelle said as she tried to push her back through the headboard of the bed. "My wife is at her sister's house and she will not be home for several hours. If she did see us, while I might get in a little trouble, you would certainly get sent back to France." I said as I sat down on the edge of the bed and reached for her leg. She tried to pull it back but I gripped it tightly and held on. "If you are going to be playing with that beautiful little pussy of yours all the time in my house, it's only fair that I get to play with you." I ran my hand up her smooth leg and then to her inner thigh. When I reached her soaking wet pussy I sank two fingers deep inside her. She wiggled around a little and tried to squeeze her legs shut. This only caused them to go a little deeper inside her. "M'sieur Frank please, you should not be doing this." Arabelle protested weakly as her host sank two fingers into her wet pussy. I was completely correct about her, even though she was protesting she had spread her legs apart a few inches and I could see her hips lifting up to take in more of my fingers. I started rubbing her clit with my thumb and was rewarded with a long soft moan. She was so horny that in less than two minutes she had quit protesting and resisting completely. Not wanting to lose the momentum I spread her legs and placed my face an inch above her pussy. It was shaved except for a thin strip of hair an inch above her clit. I inhaled deeply and smelled a mixture of her sex and strawberry body lotion. She had a warm neutral taste as I ran my tongue over the length of her pink pussy lips. I ran my tongue spreading her lips and reached her clit. This got an immediate response. "Oh M'sieur, right there," she said as she thrust her hips and pussy further into my face. I gripped a hand on each of her butt cheeks and pressed my face hard into her. I sucked on her clit with abandon. Her soft moans had turned into full cries of passion and lust. "M'sieur, my pussy has never felt like this before. Don't stop, keep eating me." Arabelle said as she fought for breath. As she requested, I continued my oral assault on the fresh young pussy. I sucked and slurped all the juices her sweet pussy had to offer. I removed one hand from her ass cheek and sunk two fingers inside her to the knuckles. I attached my lips to her button and sucked hard. Arabelle squeezed my head with her legs and shot off like a cannon. Her cum covered my chin in the hottest, wettest orgasm I had ever seen. Arabelle who had been arched during her orgasm collapsed back down on the bed. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was labored. Seeing her lying on the bed naked, her legs spread and her pussy glistening with her juices and my saliva was more than I could resist. I quickly took off my shorts and t-shirt. Now completely naked I crawled onto the bed and between her skinny legs. Arabelle had opened her eyes when she felt the bed move and saw me kneeling between her legs and placing my cock at her entrance. To my delight and surprise, I felt her heel hook around my butt and pull me into her. She was a tight fit but with her pussy already lubed up, my cock slid right in. I watched as all seven inches of my hard flesh sank into the little foreign exchange student. When I slid my cock out it glistened with a mixture of her cum and juices. "Arabelle that is one tight little pussy you have. I am really going to enjoy having you stay with us. As long as you are here I will see to all the needs that overheated pussy of yours has." "M'sieur can see to my needs as well as his." Arabelle said as she lifted her ass off the bed to get more cock. "Does M'sieur Frank have a condom? I am not on birth control." "My wife Wendy hates taking birth control and made me get a vasectomy. We don't have to worry about babies." "That is good. Will you be sneaking into my room often M'sieur?" "Arabelle, I am going to be fucking you at least twice a day. For the next year this tight little pussy is going to belong to me." "Then take it M'sieur Frank. Fuck my little pussy hard. Make it yours." I began to pound my cock in and out of the obliging teenager. "I hate to admit it, but this is the first time I don't really mind that bitch making a decision with out consulting me." "Oh yes, M'sieur Frank. Fuck me, fuck me hard. Give it to me. Your wife should respect you M'sieur Frank. Why do you not make her pussy yours as you have mine? You feel so good inside me." "It's going to feel even better when I cum inside you. You're going to be my little French slut. You want my cock don't you Arabelle?" "Yes M'sieur Frank cum inside my pussy. Fuck me with that big fat cock of yours. I want your dick to fill me up all the time. Fill my little French slut pussy with your cum." "That's it darling; M'sieur Frank loves when you talk like a nasty slut." "Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck my slut pussy..." Arabelle became lost in cock-lust. She bucked back and forth so hard I didn't know who was fucking who. Her small breast rocked back and forth violently in unison with her movement. She gripped the post on the head board, thrust her hips hard into me and let out an ear piercing scream as an orgasm consumed her body for the second time. Unable to last any longer I gripped her tiny waist and shoved my self as far into her as I could and shot off my load into that wonderful tight wet pussy. I pulled my cum covered dick out of the exhausted girl. Her hands reached between her legs and pressed against her pussy. I removed her hands and pulled her up. I then stood up on the side of the bed and pulled her over so that she was sitting down on the edge of the bed and I was between her legs. I grabbed a handful of her blonde hair and guided her mouth to my cock. "I want you to get use to the taste of cum. You will be eating a lot of it in the future. Go ahead and put you lips on my cock and clean it off." Arabelle licked the entire length of my shaft and then sucked on the head. She ran her tongue up and down, getting all the sticky fluid off and replacing it with her saliva. "I like the taste of your cum M'sieur Frank." "That's not just my cum Arabelle, that's yours to. I am glad you like it, you will be getting to taste it everyday." Wendy came home later that night and found Arabelle and me sitting on the sofa. "Did you two eat yet?" Wendy asked. "Oui madame, M'sieur Frank made me something to eat earlier." "I am glad to hear it." Wendy said. Looking at her husband she said, "Frank, I'm tired tonight so I will be going straight to bed." "Good night honey. I will be in bed later." Frank said glancing over at Arabelle. ***** Frank spent the next couple of weeks living up to his promise to Arabelle. He would fuck her once in the morning after Wendy went to work and once in the afternoon when she got home before his wife. He also fucked her whenever Wendy left the house. It was early Tuesday morning and Frank was standing by the breakfast table. He watched as Arabelle, who was sitting on a chair sucked his cock. She was only able to get about three inches into her warm wet mouth. The rest of his cock she stroked up in down in a steady rhythm. She was completely naked as he had told her to be whenever Wendy was not home. Frank smiled at the slurping sound that came from her lips as she sucked his cock with all the enthusiasm of kid with a new toy. Arabelle withdrew the cock from her mouth and stroked it, using her saliva as a lubricant. "M'sieur Frank, your wife does not suck your cock for you whenever you want?" "No Arabelle, which is why I am glad you are here, you are a good cocksucker." "I enjoy having your cock in my mouth. It's so warm and smooth and I love the way you taste when you cum inside it." "I am glad you like it Arabelle. There is nothing a man likes more than to see a sexy little teenage slut suck his cock and then swallow his load. Speaking of, her it comes." Frank said as he gripped her head with both hands and released a hot jet of sperm into the young girl's mouth. Arabelle opened her mouth to show Frank his sperm and then closed it and swallowed. She opened it again to show him that it was all gone. "That's a good little French slut." Frank said as she stroked his cock and got the last couple of drops out and into her mouth. When she was done she got up and grabbed the edge of the table. She leaned over and wiggled her ass at him. Frank playfully swatted her bottom. "You already got your fucking this morning. You need to get ready or you will be late for school." Arabelle yipped at the spanking, frowned and went to her room to get ready for school. Arabelle got home an hour before Wendy did. I was sitting on the sofa going through bills when she stood in front of me and stripped down to her birthday suit. "I'll be with you in one minute," I said as I licked an envelope and closed it. Arabelle not wanting to wait lay on the sofa and began to finger herself. Rubbing her small breast with one hand and fingerfucking herself with the other, she smiled at me. I had to admit, I loved having this little French fuck-doll horny and ready to fuck whenever I wanted. I could have watched the lithe little eighteen year old masturbate all day, but the ice queen would be home in an hour. I threw the bills on the table and called her over. "Why don't you come here and sit on my lap?" I said to Arabelle, who bounced up and quickly sat on my lap. "That's a good girl. I want to play with that sweet pussy of yours." I turned her slightly so that he back was pressing against my chest. Her legs automatically straddled my lap and I reached down and shoved two fingers into her already wet snatch. Arabelle moaned like the slut she was. With my right hand on her pussy I grabbed her tits with my left. I then started to shake my right hand up and down and back and forth. I loved the way she got wet, I don't mean a little moist, I mean torrential down pour. I could feel her juices start to leak out of her and soak my shorts. After a couple of minutes of fingering the little slut, I pulled out my fingers and put them in her mouth. "That's a good girl. I love seeing you lick your own pussy juices off your fingers. Why don't you hop up and undo my shorts?" Arabelle got up and stripped off my shorts as quickly as anyone could. As soon as she was done she straddled me and placed the head of my cock at the entrance of her soaking wet cunt. She slid down and moaned for all seven inches. As soon as she was down, she grabbed my shoulders and started bucking wildly. I took the middle finger of my right hand and stuck in her mouth. Her lips spontaneously started sucking on it. "No baby, lick it and get it nice and wet." Arabelle licked my finger like she was told. When she was done I reached both hands underneath her and lifted her up. With Arabelle impaled on my cock I made my way to her bedroom. On the way I took my middle finger and placed it at the entrance to her ass. Rubbing her button for a second I slid it in. I removed my left hand under her ass cheek and Arabelle was now being held up by my cock and a finger in her ass. Arabelle didn't even make it to her bedroom before she started to have her orgasm. I could feel her pussy grip my cock and her ass grip my finger as she started to shake. "I'm cumming M'sieur Frank. Put me against the wall and fuck me hard. Drive that cock into my pussy and your finger into my ass." I gave the little French whore what she asked for and pushed her up against the wall in the hallway. I pounded her up against the wall so hard I was actually worried I might break through the sheetrock. "Fuck me M'sieur Frank, fuck me. Fuck my pussy hard. Oh god, I'm cumming. Fuck me like the slut I am. Fuck me like the slut you wish your wife was." I drove my cock deep inside her. I had to move my finger out of her ass because the wall was starting to hurt my hand as it slammed into it repeatedly. Arabelle came violently and I could feel her girl cum leak out of her, onto my balls and then drip on the floor. This sent me over the edge and I sent a hot burst of jizz inside the battered pussy. "M'sieur Frank, I think I will not be wearing a short shirt for a few days. I will probably have a couple of bruises." Arabelle said with a satisfied grin. Wendy had come home about ten minutes later. We had spent the day watching television and talking to Arabelle about the differences between France and the United States. Wendy ignored me completely and only talked to Arabelle. Wendy asked what it was like growing up in France and Arabelle asked if Wendy was going to visit her sister tonight. I had to smile at the hidden meaning of her question. She was one horny little slut. It was after dinner that I decided to change things around the house. We had just finished and Wendy told me she had a headache and was going to bed and didn't want to be disturbed. "Poor m'sieur Frank, I can not believe she acts like that. You are such a good lover; she should want to have sex with you all the time." Arabelle said as she watched Wendy turn down the hallway to our bedroom. I looked at Arabelle for a second and got up. "You're right; I am going to fix this right now." I kissed her on the lips and followed after my wife. Foreign Exchange Student Wendy was in the bathroom already dressed in her robe. She was brushing her teeth when she saw me come in. I didn't even bother to close the bedroom or bathroom door. "Frank, I told you I have a headache." Wendy said to me. She must have seen a look of lust on my face. I reached around her waist and grabbed the ties on her terrycloth robe. She tried to shrug me off but only succeeded in making the tie come off quicker. "Frank, I said no. I'm not in the mood." I grabbed her by the shoulder and pushed her against the bathroom counter. "You're never in the mood. This is going to change right now." I undid the button on my shorts and pulled them and my boxers down. My cock was incredibly hard and hurt a little as it strained outwards. "No Frank, what are you doing?" My wife asked with concern in her voice. "Did you really think you could just hand out your pussy like a treat whenever you felt like it? That I was just suppose to be grateful for the twice a month courtesy fuck. I'm taking what's mine." Still holding her against the sink with one hand I moved her robe to the side and ripped her panties down. Reaching underneath her, I gripped her pussy and began to rub it hard. She struggled a little but was unable to get out from my weight. "Damnit Frank, you better stop right now or..." "Shut up!" I said slapping her hard on the ass and cutting her off before she could finish the threat. I returned my hand to her pussy and could feel the moisture building quickly. "I am glad to see you are not just a dried up cunt." Once she was wet I jammed three fingers inside her wet pussy and worked them in and out. "You're going to start acting like a wife again and I am going to fuck you like this every night until you do." While she was not moaning with pleasure, she was not trying to get away anymore either. I thrust my cock inside my wife with one hard violent thrust. Wendy let out an earsplitting scream. I thrust my cock in and out of my wife as she was bent over the bathroom counter. I punished her sloppy wet pussy for all the times she had denied my needs. With Wendy no longer struggling to get away, I removed my hand from her shoulder and gripped her waist. I pulled her into me and buried my cock inside her as far as it would go. "We are going to start fucking a lot more Wendy. In fact, we are going to be fucking every night. You are going to start sucking my cock and I am going to be shooting my load into that mouth of yours." After ten minutes Wendy's grunting turned into more of a moan. Seeing my wife's beautiful ass got to me, I licked my thumb and shoved it unceremoniously into her tight ass hole. Wendy let out a small yell at the suddenness of her sphincter being violated. I worked my thumb in and out and then shoved in two fingers. I worked them around and could feel the smooth wall of her anal cavity. "You know, I think I am going to start doing all the sexual things I have wanted to do but had been afraid to ask." I removed my glistening cock from her pussy and put against her ass. "Frank, please. We can have sex more often, just don't do this." Wendy pleaded. "I didn't tell you we were going to have sex more often, I said every day." I thrust my cock into her ass about two inches. Wendy cried out in pain as my cock penetrated virgin territory. I worked it in and out of her ass for a minute until I was able to get all seven inches inside her ass. I began to have anal sex with my wife for the first time. I loved the way her sphincter tightened and gripped my cock. I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up a little, until she was only slightly bent over. I then reached around her and gripped her soaking wet pussy. Three fingers slid in without effort. With a three finger grip on her pussy and my cock buried to the hilt in her ass, I fucked and fingered my wife hard. It didn't take long before my wife had an orgasm. She leaned over a little more and gripped the edge of the counter. I could feel her pussy squeezing my fingers and her ass increased its' grip on my cock. Her body began to shake fiercely. "Oh god Frank, don't stop. Keep fucking me. Fuck me harder. Please don't stop, I will fuck you whenever you want." Wendy's stopped breathing for a good twenty seconds as her body was racked by an intense orgasm. "I know you will baby. You're going to be my fuck toy from now on. You will lick suck and fuck me whenever I tell you to and even when I don't." Seeing and feeling his wife cum like that sent Frank over. He shot his load deep in the recesses of his wife's ass. Frank took his dick out of his wife's ass and removed his dripping fingers from her pussy. He walked to the shower and turned it on. He turned around and saw his wife leaning against the counter looking at him. "I am finished with you for the night. You can go to sleep now." His wife opened her mouth as if she were about to say something and then closed it. She pulled up her panties, went to the bed and lay down. Frank fresh from the shower and wearing only a towel walked into the living room. He saw Arabelle sitting on the sofa watching television. Frank sat down next to Arabelle and leaned back with a self satisfied smile. "My wife is going to be more accommodating in the future." "Oui M'sieur, I was at your bedroom door. I saw some of it and heard all of it. You see, all she needed was a good fucking to set her straight." "You're a smart girl Arabelle." "M'sieur Frank, would you like me to suck our cock or are you to tired from fucking your wife in the ass?" Frank undid his towel with one hand and grabbed the back of Arabelle's head with the other. Arabelle's head went straight to his cock without him even having to guide it there. "That's what I like about you Arabelle, you are one horny little slut." ***** Frank had spent the next three weeks alternating between fucking his wife and fucking the foreign exchange student. His wife had become a lot more accommodating over the weeks. In fact she had become incredibly obedient. She would drop to her knees and suck his cock whenever he wanted and where ever they happened to be at that moment. Arabelle of course was always willing to fuck and suck at the drop of a hat and usually not even that. It was Saturday morning and frank had told Arabelle and his wife to wear a t-shirt and panties that morning. Frank was sitting at the breakfast table watching his wife make breakfast when Arabelle walked in and sat down in the chair next to him. Wendy put out three plates and started to serve the food. When she got to frank, she was standing between him and Arabelle. While she was placing a biscuit on his plate, Frank reached underneath her shirt and between her legs. "Frank!" Wendy said scandalized as her eyes immediately went to Arabelle. "Arabelle doesn't mind, do you Arabelle?" Frank replied. "Not at all M'sieur Frank. Love is a natural thing and your wife is a beautiful woman." Arabelle responded. She and Frank had talked about it earlier and they had both decided today was the day everyone knew everything. Plus Arabelle had expressed an interest in tasting Wendy. "Still Frank," said Wendy as she tried to move back a little. Frank removed his hand for a second and slapped her hard on the ass. Wendy gave a shriek at the unexpected spanking. "Stay still. You can move when I tell you." Frank reached under her t-shirt that came only to the bottom of her ass. He grabbed her thong panties and pulled them down until they fell to the floor. Wendy was looking at Arabelle to see what the teenager was going to do when she saw this. Frank thought she must have been surprised when Arabelle only smiled and watched what Frank was doing. Frank fingers were quickly coated with Wendy's juices and he slid three fingers inside her. Wendy put the pan down and leaned on the table. Wendy must have been shocked to see Arabelle lean to the side with her head only a few inches away from her ass, so she could see more clearly what frank was doing to his wife's soaking wet cunt. "Arabelle honey, why don't you crawl under the table and suck my cock?" "Frank no, she's a guest here." Wendy said quickly. "Oui M'sieur Frank." "Arabelle, you do not have to do this." Wendy interjected. "Oui Madame Wendy, it is alright. I enjoy having M'sieur Frank's fat cock in my mouth and pussy." "Frank, how long have you been having sex with her?" Wendy asked startled. "A couple of months," Frank said as he watched the horny little French girl pull down his shorts and start to suck his cock. "Frank, how could you?" Wendy said sounding hurt. "What do you mean how could I? You were acting like such a bitch for so long; I had to get off somehow. Arabelle was more than eager to fulfill my needs, weren't you Arabelle?" "Oui," Arabelle was able to get out with a cock in her mouth. "Arabelle," said Frank. "Do you still want to taste madame Wendy's pussy?" Arabelle took the saliva coated cock out of her mouth and looked up at him like an eager puppy. "Oui M'sieur Frank." "Frank, no!" Wendy said. "Be quiet." Frank said as he got up from the chair. Frank took his fingers out of his wife and sat her down in his now unoccupied seat. "Spread your legs sweetheart, I want to see Arabelle eat that pussy of yours. Frank watched as his wife meekly complied. As soon as her legs were spread the voracious teenager immediately plunged face first into his wife's dripping wet snatch. Wendy closed her eyes and moaned loudly as her clit and pussy became stimulated by the mouth of an eighteen year old French girl. He could hear the eager young girl licking and slurping. Frank grabbed his wife tightly by the hair and caused her eyes to open. He then guided her mouth to his cock where she began to suck his cock with the same eagerness the girl between her legs was showing. "That's my girls. I can tell you there is nothing sexier than watching my wife suck my cock and my teenage lover eat her pussy. We are going to all have a lot of fun together, aren't we?" "Yes Frank," said his wife obediently. "Oui M'sieur Frank," said Arabelle almost at the same time. Frank could no longer hold it. "Both of you quick, get on your knees." Arabelle and Wendy quickly responded to Frank's command and got on their knees in front of him. "Get closer, that's good." Frank said as he slowly stroked his cock in front of their faces. "Now put your mouths together and play with each others tongues." The two women put their faces cheek to cheek and played with each others tongues. Frank released the tip of his cock and a long hot jet of cum shot out and landed on both their tongues. Frank put his cock closer until it was only an inch from the mouths of the two women who looked like baby birds about to be fed. He turned his cock slightly to the left and fired a shot into Arabelle's mouth, then gripping the head quickly he turned slightly to the right and fired a shot into his wife's mouth. The rest he just shot all over their faces. "Very good both of you, now I want to watch you both lick all the cum off each other's faces. When you're done we will go to the bedroom and all three of us are going to spend the day in bed fucking and sucking each other." When Wendy and Arabelle had finished cleaning Frank's sperm off each other, he led them both to the bedroom for a weekend long fuck-fest.