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Exchange Student

By: stevey2



Hazel and I decided to take on a foreign exchange student for a week, after seeing an advertisement in our local paper. We tidied up the spare room and made arrangements with our local University. On the prearranged date Marc arrived from Germany. He was 18, blond haired, and very good-looking, Hazel said. We got him settled in quite quickly and Hazel spent the week entertaining him, taking him on shopping trips etc, while I went to work. They were getting on very well. 

Marc spoke very good English and Hazel was mothering him. Hazel is 41 and of medium/curvy build with dark brown curly hair. She has a wonderful pair of tits and her skin is smooth and white.

One day Marc opened the bathroom door, which Hazel had accidentally left unlocked as she was getting a shower. He apologised, she told me later, but before he had closed the door again he had got a good eyeful of her fleshy naked body, big tits, hairy fanny, the lot. She said he'd been very sheepish afterwards.

The next day it was Hazel's turn for a show. She'd made Marc a cup of tea while I was getting dressed for work, taking it up to his room. She'd thought he was sleeping but when she'd opened the door she nearly dropped the cup! Marc was lying naked on the bed, eyes shut, masturbating a very thick circumcised cock. He opened his eyes as Hazel stepped into the room, and groaned aloud, in both surprise and pleasure. "No!" he gasped, and his eyes glazed over. A fountain of white sticky spunk gushed from his pulsating knob, flying up into the air and landing on his hairless chest and belly. Hazel stood transfixed as young Marc came, his hips bucking as he spurted his sperm over himself. He was staring into Hazel's eyes all the way through his climax. When he had finished his orgasm, Hazel calmly walked into theroom, set down his cup, and marched out again.

Downstairs she told me what had happened and admitted she'd felt strangely excited at the sight of a muscular young lad wanking himself and getting off whilst staring at her.

Marc came downstairs later and apologised to both of us. He said "I am not having a girlfriend and when I see Hazel bare-skinned in shower yesterday I get very excited. Hard. You know." He glanced downwards. I need to make climax.....orgasm. I full of sex...spunk you call it? It make me uncomfortable and frustrated, so I am thinking of Hazel bare-skinned naked in the shower and release all spunk from me. Feel very good. Sorry."

"It's okay." Hazel said, red faced, "I don't mind."

Didn't mind!!! She was obviously loving the idea that Marc had been wanking over her. 41 years old, yet she could still spark a young guy's sexual flame. That night she was all over me in bed. After a good long sex session, we lay cuddling in post-orgasm. We'd been very noisy and I'm sure Marc had heard us.

"I wonder what Marc's doing now? Hazel whispered as I stroked her fleshy belly and toyed with her soft breasts.

"Why do you ask?" I exclaimed. "He's probably doing what he was doing this morning when you caught him."

"Hmmm" she sighed.

"He's really got you going hasn't he"

Hazel smiled at me and nodded slowly. "He was very...big...you know."

"Do you want him to fuck you?"

She looked at me in surprise. "You would let me sleep with another man?"

"Only if I was there." I felt an excited knot growing in my stomach. I kissed her softly. "He goes home the day after tomorrow. Why don't we have a goodbye drink? A little party. You could put on something daring. I'll buy you something tomorrow."

"Okay, I'll get some booze at the shops." Was all she said.

The next day I left work early and went shopping. I settled on a white Grecian-style halter-neck dress. Very short, backless with a plunging neckline and pleated skirt. Hazel had bought a bottle of vodka for herself and a slab of beer for Marc and me. She'd already told Marc we were going to have a goodbye drink, and he'd been all for it.

When I showed Hazel the dress she nearly bottled out. "I can't wear that, she complained. My titties will be flopping about all over the place."

"That's the idea." I smiled. Eventually she agreed to wear it. I went downstairs and cracked a couple of cans. Marc and I listened to some music and chatted for a while, waiting for Hazel to come down. She was an age, but eventually we heard footsteps on the stairs.

Hazel appeared in the dress. The pleated skirt part barely covered her knickers, and her deep cleavage was exposed along with her big white thighs. She had made her face up and her curly hair spilled over her bare shoulders. She watched us both staring intently at her. "Well, do you like it?"

"Wow!!!" I exclaimed, whistling.

"It is very lovely. Very very sexy" said Marc. I could see his trousers beginning to bulge as he stared at my teasingly dressed wife.

Hazel sat between us on the sofa, stretching her legs out. She was wearing white high-heeled sandals to complete the Greek goddess look. Marc was staring at her bare legs. She took deep draughts from her glass and kept trying vainly to pull the flimsy hem of her dress down. She tried to pull the neckline together to hide her half-exposed breasts, but when she did she only succeeded in pulling it away from the sides of her tits, which meant whichever way she arranged her dress we got a view of plenty of tit flesh.

Hazel finished her drink very quickly. She was looking agitated, almost shaking. I poured her another and another. We were chatting about everything and anything. Hazel's nipples were visibly erect and she became more and more animated the more drink she had. She almost spilt it once so I placed a low table in front of her to put it on. This provided an added bonus, because every time she leaned forwards to put her drink down or pick it up, the sides of her dress would fall away, giving Marc and I a good view of her tit flesh and the occasional flash of dark nipple.

Hazel noticed us both staring when she leaned forward, and she must have tired of our stares because she suddenly leaned back and pulled the dress wide open at the cleavage, exposing her big white heavy breasts to our surprised view.

"Wassamatter, haven't you seen titties before. THERE!" she exclaimed as she jiggled them about before covering them up again.

" Happy now" she asked. Marc's eyes had nearly popped out of his head at the sight of my wife's wobbly breasts and erect nipples. We both nodded, speechless.

The atmosphere was still jovial, but the conversation became more raunchy the more drunk Hazel became.

"Have you got a girlfriend Marc?" she asked. He replied that he didn't have one and Hazel suggested that he was good-looking so he must have had plenty of girlfriends before.

"I have had girl friends, but not...close, if you understand."

"You mean you've never slept with a girl. I don't believe it." Hazel stated.

"It is true. I am being very busy with studies. There will be time later."

So Marc was a virgin! This really had Hazel intrigued. She was well drunk now, and I noticed that she was occasionally letting her hand rest on Marc's trouser-clad thigh. He was obviously sexually excited, and on one occasion Hazel 'inadvertently' let her hand brush over his straining bulge. His eyelids flickered and he drew breath sharply as she exclaimed "Oooh, a good looking boy and a big boy too!"

I let my hand stray to her bare thigh as we talked. Eventually she pushed it away.

"Hey, I don't want your hand there," she scolded, "I want his hand there." She grabbed Marc's hand and dropped it onto her naked thigh. His fingers spread out as he enjoyed the softness of Hazel's silky inner thigh. She leaned towards me and pouted "And I want your lips here"

I kissed my yielding wife hungrily, watching as Marc gently caressed her smooth thigh flesh. Her lips were so soft, and as our tongues met she whimpered softly. I knew she was very aroused. I pulled her dress to one side and clasped her exposed breast tenderly as we kissed. Hazel leaned back and her legs parted slightly. Marc's searching fingers were wandering under the hem of her dress.

"I think you should let Marc kiss you" I suggested, moving away. I watched as Hazel looked into Marc's blue eyes. He removed his hand from her thighs and leaned across her. Their lips touched and they began a long deep kiss. Marc reached up and slid a hand under the white material of Hazel's halter top until he was fondling and squeezing a big squashy tit. I stroked Hazel's inner thigh with a feather-like touch, and she parted her legs further to allow me access.

Hazel was clawing at Marc's shirt buttons, undoing them as I slipped my fingers gently up her thighs, lifting the flimsy hem of her dress. She raised one leg and draped it over my knee, and my roving fingers encountered a very damp gusset. She moaned aloud, still kissing Marc, as my fingers played over her vulva and clitoris through her white panties.

When Hazel had undone Marc's shirt she ran her hands over his hairless muscular chest, still kissing him hungrily. She pulled his short-sleeved shirt off then went for his trouser buckle. He leaned back as she used both hands to undo his trousers and pull down the zip.

Hazel pulled down the waistband of his underpants, revealing his hard thick weapon, which she grabbed and began wanking slowly. Marc responded by helping me rub her panty-covered cunt. I left him to it and undid the clasp of her halter top allowing it to fall free, revealing her lovely big tits to our gaze. I clasped one soft breast in my hand as Marc leaned towards Hazel and began sucking the hard nipple of the other one.

After a while she broke free and stood up in front of Marc, and began tugging his trousers and underpants down. As Hazel removed Marc's trousers I was quickly undressing, and Marc was reaching up under her dress. He slid Hazel's white panties down her legs and she stepped out of them.

Hazel looked at me with lust all over her face as she played with young Marc's heavy cock. He kept pushing her hand away. She pleaded "I want him. Is that alright?"

Marc was lying back, eyes half-closed, his solid throbbing prick pointing to the ceiling.

"Look at him," I said, "he won't last thirty seconds.

"I don't care. I want him. Now!" she demanded.

"Go on then." I urged, undoing the last buttons on Hazel's waistband so her dress fell completely off, revealing her magnificent naked body to our lustful gaze.

Hazel pushed Marc back on the sofa, pressing her palms against his chest while I undid her sandals and she shook them off. Marc moved his hands up between her parted thighs and I watched as he gently explored her pubic hair,then slipped two fingers into her soaking vagina, pulling them out slimy and wet.

Hazel straddled him, one fleshy thigh on either side of his slim body, and grabbed his cock, shoving the tip to the entrance of her wet cunt. She slid down heavily on his fat pole, giving a loud groan of pleasure, and Marc gasped, relishing his first ever feel of a woman's warm wet vaginal walls enfolding his young pulsating cock. I watched my wife and Marc join together in pure lust. They both had their eyes shut tightly as they drowned in the sensation.

I was right about Marc not lasting long. He opened his eyes and reached up with both hands, grabbing Hazel's soft swinging tits. She whimpered as he began fucking her from below,sliding his heavy cock in and out powerfully. After only a few strokes he stopped and gasped for air, then he gave a couple of rapid shoves into her before screwing his eyes shut and grunting in lustful gratification. Marc's body began to heave beneath Hazel's as he began to ejaculate deep into her soaking cunt. He was squeezing her full soft breasts as he squirted his young spunk into my horny wife's .

Marc's orgasm seemed to last for ages. Hazel moaned and squashed her naked body against his as he jerked and grunted and panted beneath her.

"HUUGHH Uh! Uh! UH! LOVELY!" he cried. 

When he finally came down to earth he apologised. "Sorry, I was no good for you" he said to Hazel.

"That's alright," she whispered, looking into his satisfied eyes and running her fingers through his blonde hair. She remained on top of him, cuddling him.

I stood up and when Marc's softening cock plopped out of Hazel's glistening fanny, I grabbed a big buttock in each hand and slid my throbbing penis into her hot spunk-filled hole, relishing the warm slippery feeling as I sank deep into her. Hazel was French-kissing Marc as I began plunging in and out of her. I knew I would not last long either. The sight of my wife being fucked by this young lad had got me really excited.

After only a couple of minutes I felt a wave of intense pleasure engulf me and I pushed hard and deep into Hazel's soft pliable body. I cried out as I came forcefully, flooding her with a second load of cum, shuddering and gripping her wobbling arse cheeks.

Marc was hard again and when I withdrew Hazel climbed off him and lay on the floor. Marc quickly mounted her, slipped his erect cock into her and began fucking her solidly, feeling her soft tits and arse as he plunged his thick weapon into her yielding spunk-filled vagina and began fucking my wife with a vengeance. Hazel's tits jiggled about with the force of his thrusts and her whimpers became louder and more high-pitched with each powerful stroke. I watched fascinated as his muscular arse bobbed up and down between Hazel's yielding thighs while Marc rammed his weapon powerfully into my squirming wife.

Hazel's orgasm was explosive when it finally arrived.

"Oh Marc!!! AH AH AAAAAAH" she cried and she clutched him tightly and howled in pleasure, her face was contorted and her orgasming body went into wild spasms, shuddering and shaking as she came strongly on Marc's pounding cock. Her vaginal contractions must have been too much for him and he stiffened and groaned in pleasure as he came again, his young spunk gushing into Hazel's soaking orgasming cunt.

They kissed and cuddled, enjoying the post orgasmic feeling and when I joined them on the floor Hazel kissed me and thanked me. I slid a couple of fingers up her hole and found it to be running with juice and spunk. I licked it off my fingers then kissed my way down her body and buried my face in her well-fucked fanny, licking her slimy clit and sucking the juices from her. She soon began whimpering again as I licked at her frantically, and I could feel her stomach muscles tightening. I inserted three fingers and worked them in and out.

Meanwhile Marc was kneeling above her, wanking his semi-erect cock over her tits. She grabbed it and pulled it towards her face. Hazel took Marc's cock into her mouth, something she would never do for me!

Marc was mauling Hazel's wobbly tits roughly as she wanked his hardening shaft, sucking gently on his big bell-end. I was running my tongue round and over her clit and finger-fucking her, and her hips moved in time with the rhythm of my flicking tongue.

Without warning she spat Marc's cock out and sighed in ecstasy:

"AAAHHH OH YESSSS! AH! AH! AAAAAAH!"

Her body trembled and her cunt muscles twitched rhythmically round my probing fingers as she came, whimpering and writhing, digging her nails into one of my buttocks and gripping Marc's cock tightly.

She lay there, sated, arms behind her head as Marc and I knelt either side of her and wanked over her. We came almost together, spunking over her big soft wobbly tits as she watched. I was surprised how much spunk Marc's young cock produced considering he'd just fucked Hazel twice.

Later we cleaned her off and we all retired to our room, where we slept till morning. Marc fucked Hazel again in the morning, making her come twice, as I brought myself off watching them.

Marc flew home that day, leaving us with only a fond memory of a wild and exciting evening. Last week Hazel came home with some literature about exchange students from the University....

Exchange Student



My name is Anna, and I am from Switzerland. I spend a couple of years in America as an exchange student at the University of Pennsylvania in Philadelphia. I stayed with a host family who lived outside Philadelphia. They had a nice mansion, with a tennis court and a swimming pool, and a nice, secluded back yard with a hammock, and many shade trees. It was a beautiful place.

The name of my host was Roger, and his wife's name was Dorothy. They had a 18-year old son, whose name was Kevin. I was 25 years old at that time. Roger was an advertising executive, and Dorothy ran a bookstore in the city. Roger was about 42 and Dorothy was about 37. Roger was quite handsome and in good shape although not like an athlete or a body builder. Dorothy was gorgeous, with a medium build, about my size, with firm, full breasts, and long legs. It was obvious from looking at her that she exercised regularly. This story is about my experience with this wonderful family.

They gave me a nice bedroom on the second floor of the house overlooking the back yard. Kevin and I shared a bathroom, which was in the passageway, which led to our bedrooms. His bedroom was towards the front of the house overlooking the pool. His parents lived on the other side of the second floor, and there was a large hallway in between. 

I should say something about myself. I already mentioned I was 22 at the time. I am 5' 5", 125 pounds, and have dark hair. I have always kept myself in good shape, and have a nice figure. At the time this story happened, I measured 37-23-35. I had my first sexual experience in high school, when I went out with the son of our neighbours whom I had known since childhood. Before I came to America, I had a boyfriend for a while, but when I got a fellowship to study in America, he became jealous and broke off. 

As I settled down in that house and in my work at the University, I began enjoying the friendliness of the whole family. Dorothy especially was very nice, and always greeted me with a warm smile. I like to cook, and so we spent a lot of time in the kitchen where she taught me many American dishes. I had noticed that Roger was also very friendly, and when Dorothy was not around, may be too friendly. He didn't do anything inappropriate, but would often try to brush against me, or get very close, especially when we were swimming. I ignored it because I did not want to cause trouble between him and Dorothy.

I knew Roger and Dorothy were very close, because they often hugged and kissed in front of Kevin and me. Sometimes when he thought no one was looking, Roger would try to fondle Dorothy, or sneak a hand up under her skirt when we lounged around in the living room watching TV. They were pretty casual about clothing around the house, too. It took me a while to get used to that, because often I would find Roger wearing nothing but boxer shorts, and Dorothy with a Turkish robe over nothing more than a panty. Even Kevin often walked around in his boxer shorts. I could tell he didn't wear anything inside because the shape of his cock was always visible when he walked, causing it to jiggle. The cock would slip out a little whenever he sat down on the floor with his legs crossed. His parents didn't seem to mind, and there was always a heightened feeling of sexuality in that household. After a while, I got used to it, and actually started getting aroused on seeing glimpses of naked flesh. So I also dropped my reticence, and started walking around in shorts or see-through dresses. But I always wore the undergarments.

After a while, I began to notice that Kevin was really attracted to me. He always stared at my breasts, or legs. I knew he was attracted to me by the way he would steal glances at me when his parents were not around, or trying to get physically close to me on some pretext or another. He had just turned 18 the previous month, and I had overheard some of his friends comment about what a "hot chick" I was, and asking him if he had scored with me yet or not. I saw Kevin blush and pulled his friends out of range of my hearing, and whisper something to them.

A couple of weeknds after his birthday, I was sitting in my bedroom, reading a book. After a while, I got up to stretch and stood by the window. I looked out into the backyard, and saw Kevin behind the fountain. I could only see him from waist up, and he was bare. I watched with curiosity, trying to figure out what he was doing. His back was towards me, and it looked like he was watering something with a hose. Then he stepped away from the fountain and turned around. I was surprised to see that he was naked, and was holding the hose with its powerful stream of water pointed at his cock, which was hard like a rod. It looked like he was washing himself. Then I realized that he was directing the water right on the cock and playing with himself. Then he stiffened and started jerking himself rapidly. He dropped the hose, and grabbed his cock, pumping it furiously. I saw him shudder and ejaculate, and at the same time, look up in the direction of the house. I quickly stepped back, not wanting him to find me watching him. 

That evening at dinner, he kept avoiding my eyes, and so I knew he had seen me standing at the window. Later, when I headed for my bedroom after taking a shower, he followed me. I was getting ready for bed, but he came in and closed the door, and just stood there, looking at me. I had the towel draped around me, and was only wearing a panty underneath. I told him to leave, but he said he wanted to talk to me about the situation earlier. I pretended not to know what he was talking about, but he insisted.

"Please. I saw you watching me from your window this afternoon. I was horny, and went out in the back yard to cool off. It was hot, so I took off my clothes, and sat under the tree for a while. But I kept getting hornier thinking about you. You don't realize how beautiful and sexy you are, Anna. I lay in bed every night, thinking about you. Anyway, I turned on the hose and tried to cool off. The force of the water felt so good against the skin that I pointed it to my... you know. It felt so good. Then I saw you in the window, and couldn't hold out. Please don't tell Mom or Dad."

I saw the pleading look ion his face and the hard-on in his shorts. He was just reacting to his hormones. So I motioned him to come closer, and dropped my towel. He took one step, and froze, his eyes as big as golf balls as he took in my naked breasts and the rest of it. I walked up to him, and took his hands in mine. I pressed them against my breasts, and said, "Is this what you wanted to do?"

He nodded, and licked his lips. I kissed him on the mouth, and pulled him towards the bed. I pushed him down on it, and stood before him. "What would you like to do with me?" I asked.

He just stared at my breasts, breathing heavily. So I pushed him down on his back and straddled him, feeling his stiff cock against my panty. I kissed him on the mouth, and pushed my tongue in. He moaned and started fumbling with my breasts as we kissed. I reached between our bodies and fondled his cock through the shorts. Then I worked my way inside, and pulled it out. It was hot.

I slipped off him, and knelt on the carpet as he lay on the bed, resting in his elbows. I pulled the cock all the way out, and began stroking it. I pumped him slowly, rubbing the tip, and the sensitive ring around the crown, as I watched his face. He was panting, and jerking his hips. I saw him grimace a little, and knew he was close to orgasm. I put the tip in my mouth, and sucked on it. He moaned loudly as I took all of it in my mouth. It wasn't very long, may be about five inches. He began to jerk his hips, so I pulled it out, just as he erupted. The white cum splashed on my face and breasts as he grunted, and grabbed his cock. He jerked off, squirting more cum on his fingers. I got up and grabbed my towel and wiped him clean. Then I cleaned the cum off my breasts and face. He stood up, and mumbled 'thank you', and headed for the door.

"Kevin."

He stopped, and turned to look at me. He was embarrassed.

"Don't be embarrassed. It's okay. I know how you feel. Did you enjoy it?"

He nodded wordlessly.

"I did, too. You have a nice cock. Don't worry about anything. I won't tell anyone."

He smiled, and said, "Thanks, Anna. I can't think of anything else when I am around you. I think I am falling in love with you."

"It's just a phase, Kevin. You are growing up, and noticing beautiful girls with new emotions and feelings. You'll get over this phase and fall in love with a really nice girl some day."

"Maybe. But right now, I can only think of you, and how beautiful you are."

"Thank you, Kevin. Have you made love to a girl yet?"

He shook his head. "No, I haven't done it with anyone, although I have fondled some girls on dates. I have to feel something for a girl first before I go all the way with her."

"That is very nice of you, and the right way to think. Would you like me to show you some day how to make love to a girl?"

"Oh, yes," Kevin's face lit up in a big smile, "Would you, really? Oh, Anna. I love you." He came back and hugged me tightly.

A few days later, I came home early from the university. No one was home. I changed into silk shorts and a halter top, with no bra, and lay down in bed, reading some magazines. Kevin came home from school at 3:30 and came straight to my room.

"I saw your car outside. You are early," he said as he entered. I sat up, and smiled at him.

"A couple of lectures were canceled. Sit down here. How was school?"

Kevin sat down on the bed, and looked at me. He noticed that I was not wearing my bra because the nipples were hard. I was getting horny reading the romantic novel. Kevin's parents wouldn't be home until 6 p.m. I looked at him, and held out my hand. 

He came closer. I pulled him down on me, and kissed him. Kevin pushed his hands under the halter top, and touched my breasts. He gasped, as the sensitive flesh quivered under his touch. He squeezed them and pushed the top off. With an eagerness that made him clumsy, he began to suck and kiss my breasts, squeezing them hard. I told him to go easy, and reached for his belt. 

Soon we were naked. I locked the bedroom door, and pulled him down next to me as we lay in each other's arms. Kevin just moaned with pleasure as his naked body touched mine. It was his first experience with a woman. I knew how important it was for him to make this a good experience. I was also thrilled that I would be making love to a virgin.

I kissed him, and caressed his face. Then I moved my hands slowly over his slender body, caressing his chest and arms. He just lay there, too excited to know what to do. I slowly reached down to his belly which fluttered under my fingers. His cock stirred as my hand approached. I ran my fingers through the soft bush between his legs, and wrapped my fingers around the cock. He moaned, and said, "Will you suck me, please?"

"With pleasure," I moved down between his legs, and bent down. I swallowed the whole length of it, and began sucking it. I could feel it grow in my mouth as I pumped it with my lips. Kevin closed his eyes, enjoying the pleasure. 

"Tell me if you are close. I don't want you to cum soon."

He nodded, and sat up. He turned me around, and dove under me, spreading my legs over his face. His lips soon found their mark, as his tongue hit the sensitive spot between my legs. He began to lick the juices from my cunt, and his clumsiness drove me wild. I hadn't had sex in months, and I was extremely aroused. I wanted his cock where his tongue was. I got off him, and said, "I am going to fuck you, Kevin. Just watch and learn."

I pushed him down and straddled him. He slipped in easily. I rode him until he couldn't hold out any longer. He grabbed my waist and jerked upward as he shot his load in me. He was moaning and crying at the same time. I was still unsatisfied, but I felt a lot of compassion for the poor kid. He looked so sweet in his moment of orgasm. I held him close and let him cry for a few minutes.

"Anna", he spoke after a while, "It felt so wonderful. I am sorry I am not good at this, and I don't know if you enjoyed it or not, but I feel so happy and peaceful now. I love you very much."

"I love you, too, Kevin. I am glad you liked it. Was it as good as you expected?"

"I didn't know what to expect, but it felt very good. I felt comfortable being with you like this, because I know you wouldn't do it unless you liked me and wanted to do it yourself. I wouldn't feel comfortable if it was someone who was not willing."

"Yes. I wanted to. It's been a long time for me, Kevin. You are the first and only one here in America."

Kevin suddenly smiled. "Gee. That makes me very happy. This is my first time, you know. I know I didn't do anything, but I will learn if you teach me."

"I will. You are very sweet. I like you very much. But remember, not a word to anyone. Also, don't fall in love with me, because I will be gone in another year. Besides, I am much older than you. You will find a nice girl. You learn from me, and then make her happy."

"Okay, Anna. But I will always love you, no matter what. You gave me my first experience with a woman. How can I forget that?"

We kissed and fondled each other for a while. When we heard the sound of the cars in the driveway, Kevin got out, and went to his room.After that day, Kevin would sometimes sneak into my room at night, and we'd make love. One night when he was lying in my bed, we heard footsteps in the hallway. Roger was calling him. Kevin panicked, and grabbed his clothes. Without thinking, he opened the bedroom door and ran to his room, letting the door slam shut with a loud noise. After a while, I heard faint voices coming from his room, and then there was silence. I stayed up for a long time, wondering what was going to happen.

Next morning, Roger caught me near the stairs as I started to go down for breakfast. Kevin had already left for school, and Dorothy was in the kitchen. 

"Anna, I want to talk to you for a minute before you go down." Roger stood in the doorway of the office which was next to his bedroom. I went over, my heart beating rapidly.

"I want to know why Kevin was in your bedroom last night. What was he doing there?"

"Nothing. We were just talking. He was lonely, and wanted to ask me some questions."

"What kind of questions? Why so late at night?"

I knew there was no way to get around the situation. Roger had figured out, or may be Kevin had told him. So I decided to tell him the truth.

"He wanted to experience the love of a woman. He wanted to know how it feels to make love. So he asked me. And I was glad to show him."

"I see. Thank you for being honest. His mother doesn't know any of this. You could get into a lot of trouble."

"Why? Sex is not illegal in this country, is it? I did not force him, neither did he force me. We both wanted to do it."

"It is not illegal to have sex, but you are seducing someone who is much younger than you. His mother will not put up with you trying to seduce him with your charms."

"What about you, Roger? Do you also not approve of it?"

"That's right. I don't approve. Kevin is too young for you. He doesn't know anything about sex."

"Oh. Did he tell you that? From the way he was acting, I think he knows what to do." I don't know how I found the courage to talk back at my host, but I was annoyed.

"Now look here, Anna," Roger raised his voice a little. "You are a guest in our house. I can understand that you were tempted because you have been alone since coming here. You have not mentioned any boy friends so far, so I assume that you don't have any."

I nodded.

"That would explain why you would try to have sex with Kevin. But that is not necessary. He is just a boy. If you really want a true experience, you can ask me."

I suddenly realized that Roger was trying to blackmail me. I didn't show him that I was on to his game, but played along.

"But Roger, you are married. What would happen if Dorothy found out? I don't want to hurt your marriage."

"Don't worry about Dorothy. She doesn't have to know. I know for sure that she would not like it if she found out about you and Kevin. You would have to leave and find another host family, or go back to your country."

I pretended to let it sink in. Then I grabbed his arm, and said in a pleading voice, "Please, Roger. I don't want to cause trouble. Give me some time to think about this. I'll tell you in a couple of days. I don't want Dorothy to find out that you and I are having an affair."

"We are not having an affair, Anna. I am only talking about a one time deal. What do you say?"

"Can I give you my answer in a day or two?"

"All right. But stay away from Kevin. He's too young for you. You need a man." He was smiling.

I ran down to the kitchen, and ate my breakfast quickly. I wanted to get out of the house so I could think clearly. I did not want to encourage Roger, and I did not want to ignore Kevin. He was a sweet boy, trying to cope with his new feelings. But Roger was only looking for a quick thrill. He didn't care for my feelings. I realized that I had to be honest with Dorothy, and tell her about me and Kevin. I decided to leave out the little conversation with Roger.

That evening, Dorothy got home early. Roger was working late. Kevin was out with his friends. This was the perfect opportunity.

I went to the kitchen where Dorothy was preparing supper. I told her about Kevin and me. I could see from her face that she was really upset. But she didn't say anything. I pleaded with her to say something, and told her how sorry I was that it happened. 

Dorothy put her hands on my shoulders, and smiled at me. "Sit down, Anna," she said, looking into my eyes, "I am glad you told me. First I was upset, but I am not anymore. I know Kevin is growing up. I have caught him many times staring at my breasts, and rummaging through my underwear. I know he masturbates, because I have washed his soiled bed linen many times. He would have learned about sex some day, from some total stranger anyway. So in a way, I am glad it was you who taught him."

I gave a sigh of relief. "Oh, thank you, Dorothy. I was so scared that I did something wrong."

"No, no. These things happen. You are beautiful, and very attractive. Even Roger has remarked that you are very attractive. Did you enjoy your experience with Kevin?"

I smiled, and said, "Yes. He is not experienced at all, so it was exciting because he was fumbling a lot. But he was so eager to learn. He is a very nice boy. Oh, I am so glad you are not mad at me."

"Of course not. I am glad he lost his virginity to you, rather than some teenager who might get pregnant. You are taking care of yourself, aren't you?"

I nodded. "Don't worry. I have no desire to become a mother just yet."

We laughed heartily. Dorothy hugged me, and said, "You are a sweet, beautiful girl, Anna. I'm happy for Kevin. But don't get him hooked on to sex yet."

"I'll stay away from him. I'll tell him we can't do it anymore."

"No, no. I don't mind if you two do it once in a while. He has to learn anyway, and I'd rather you taught him. Just make sure he doesn't get so distracted by it that he neglects his studies."

I hugged her again and said, "Oh Dorothy. I am so relieved. I wish my mother was so understanding." I suddenly started to cry, as the feeling of homesickness overwhelmed me. Dorothy patted me on the back, and said, "What is it, darling?"

"I suddenly feel homesick," I said between sobs.

"Now, now. You are like a family, dear. Don't be sad."

"Thank you, Dorothy. I love you."

Dorothy smiled and said, "I love you, too. You are a beautiful girl, Anna. Anyone would be attracted to you. I think Kevin is lucky to have you teach him the art of love. Come now. Let's fix dinner."




Exchange Student



A great, big burden was lifted from my mind. Now I didn't have to cheat on her to keep Roger off my back. I wondered how I would deal with him in two days when he came for my answer. The problem was solved by Dorothy. It turned out she told him that night about our conversation. The next day, Roger caught me again before breakfast, and said, "So you played a trick on me, didn't you? You told Dorothy, so now I have nothing to hold over you."

"Well, I didn't want to hurt her. And sooner or later, she would have found out. So I told her. Are you mad at me?"

"No. You are a smart girl. My offer is still open, if you ever feel having sex with someone who is experienced. Did Dorothy tell you to keep away from Kevin?"

"No. She said she was glad we did it. So I guess it doesn't bother her. Does it bother you?"

"I guess not. I was just jealous that he got lucky with you, and I didn't. You are very attractive, you know."

I felt better. He was honest. I touched his arm, and quickly kissed him on the cheek.

"I am sorry I disappointed you. If it wasn't for Dorothy, I would not mind. You are very handsome and sexy, Roger."

"Thank you. Let's go and have some breakfast."

Things got better after that. Roger kept his distance, but he did not hide his desire. Several times, I caught him watching me and could feel his eyes roving over my body. After my conversation with Dorothy, we all relaxed considerably around one another. Kevin and I became more open with each other, and he never missed a chance to play with me when we were swimming. Sometimes he would feel my breasts and other times he would press my hand against his crotch. I played along, and enjoyed his attention. A few times his parents also joined us in the pool. Roger would get a hard-on that poked a tent in his trunks, and I found myself getting aroused looking at the hairy patch between Dorothy's legs when she wore her skimpy bikini. She had a wonderful figure, and didn't seem to care that it showed a lot in her skimpy costume. Roger often tried to fondle her under water. One time, I was swimming under the surface and saw him pull his cock out and press it against her crotch as he hugged her. To my surprise, Dorothy opened her legs and pulled the panty aside, allowing him to rub it against her pussy. I was so turned on, I wanted to sneak up on them. But I had to come up to the surface to get some air. When I popped my head up above water, she quickly pulled away from him. 

That night, after Dorothy and Roger had gone to bed, I tiptoed over to Kevin''s room. He had just turned in, and saw me sneak into his room. He turned on the soft night light, and sat up.

"Hi."

"Hi, Kevin. Can I talk to you for a while?"

"Sure. I wanted to talk to you also."

"What about?"

"No. You first," he said, moving towards the middle of the bed to make room for me.

"Well, I was feeling a bit horny, and thought you might want to have some fun tonight."

"Oh, Anna. I'd love to. Why are you feeling horny?"

I told him about what I had seen earlier while swimming. He laughed, and said, "Oh, that's nothing. Mom and Dad go naked sometimes at night when they think I am asleep. I can see the pool from the window, and when they swim at night, the underwater lights are turned on. I saw them just last week swimming naked and making out."

It was my turn to be surprised. "Really? How did you feel?"

"What do you think? Mom is so sexy, I couldn't get my eyes off her. Some time ago I bought a pair of binoculars to watch them. I watched everything. I was so hard, I felt like jerking off. But I felt so guilty because it was my Mom. I still feel guilty about it, but she is a sexy woman."

"Yes, she is," I said, thinking about Kevin's dilemma. I looked at him. He was lost in some thought. "What are you thinking?"

Kevin shook his head, and said, "Well, I was watching them, and after a while they came out of the pool and spread out on a blanket they must have carried with them. Mon stretched out on her back, and Dad sat next to her, playing with her. I saw him squeeze her breasts, and then his hand was between her legs. I kept looking at her face through the binoculars. Her eyes were closed, but I could tell she was enjoying it. I thought she must have looked just like that when they did it fifteen years ago, and I was born. I wanted so much to run down to her and suck on her breasts. She fed me on them, and I wanted to feel them again in my mouth. And I wanted to look at her pussy, to see the opening I came out of. Is it immoral to think like that about your own mother?"

"I don't think so. You are just being curious, and it is out of love for her that you feel that way. You were not thinking of having sex with her, were you?"

"Of course not. I'm not a pervert. But I have to admit that seeing her naked, or even with her clothes on, I get sexually excited. She is such a knockout after all these years."

"Yes, she is. How did you feel about your Dad when you saw him naked?"

"Nothing. Maybe a little jealousy that he could be intimate with her like that. He is a lucky man. When I get married, I want a wife who is just like Mom. Beautiful, sexy and loving."

"That's very nice, Kevin. You should tell her that. She will be very pleased."

"How do you know?"

"She said so, when I first told her about you and me. She said she was glad you have lost your virginity to me, and that I was teaching you about love. She loves you, Kevin. And she also knows that you look at her in that way and get turned on."

"You are teasing me, right? My god, I'll be so embarrassed to show my face to her now."

"Don't be silly. She understands how you feel, and what you are going through. Do you think she doesn't know about your masturbation?"

"No. She's never seen me do it. I'm very careful."

"Oh Kevin. Do you do it in bed?"

"Yes."

"Then the sheets get stained from the semen. All mothers recognize that stain from their boys' linen. She knows. Trust me. And it's okay. She's not going to scold you."

"Okay, I believe you. I know you are right. Actually, she did catch me once in her bedroom. I was turned on and wanted to jerk off. But I needed something to fantasize about. So I went to her bedroom and took out one of her panties and jerked off in them. She caught me holding them over my dribbling cock."

"What did she do?"

"I was so scared, I started crying. She pulled me in her arms and gently unwrapped the panty from my cock. Then she kissed me on the head, and said I was being very naughty."

"That's it?"

Kevin nodded. "Well, she said I shouldn't feel guilty about my emotions and told me to be careful not to get into dangerous habits. Then she took a soft tissue and wiped me clean..."

"She cleaned off your cock?"

"Yes. She told me to go and wash it, and then meet her in the kitchen for my afternoon snack."

"Amazing. I am so impressed. Your Mom is a very mature and wise woman. What happened then?"

"Nothing. I hugged her and said I loved her very much. She patted me on my butt, and kissed me again. Then she playfully squeezed my cock and told me to take good care of it. I was excited, embarrassed and happy, all at the same time. I hugged her tightly, and nuzzled her breasts with my cheeks. When she said nothing, I kissed them. She held my head against them, and sighed. I heard her say something to herself. So I asked her what she was saying.

"She said she was sad and happy at the same time. Sad because her little boy was not a little boy anymore, and happy because I was becoming a man. She said she remembered how happy she felt when I used to suckle at her breasts as a baby. She said she wished she could enjoy that feeling again."

"What? She wanted you to suck her breasts?"

"That's what I thought she said. So I asked her. She said, yes, that's what she said, but of course that couldn't happen because I was a big boy now."

"How old were you?"

"Sixteen. This happened a couple of years ago."

"I see. Then what happened?"

"Nothing. But ever since that day, I feel so much love and excitement when I look at her breasts, wondering how it would feel to suck them. Am I an immoral monster, Anna, to think of my mother that way?"

"No, Kevin. Don't go on the guilt trip. These are normal emotions and feelings of a healthy, growing boy. Your Mom would never let you or make you do anything immoral. It is the intention that is important. If it is pure love of a boy for his mother, there is nothing immoral about it, but if it is lust, then it is wrong, and even illegal in most places."

"Well, thanks. I feel better now. But all this talk makes me horny, Anna. You told me you were turned on by seeing Mom and Dad trying to make out. Did they do it?"

"No. Your Mom pulled away from him, but I could see his cock and her bush so clearly. To tell you the truth, seeing her bush turned me on more."

"Really?", Kevin was surprised, "Is it really that sexy?"

"Yes."

"So what do you want to do?"

"I want to fuck you, Kevin."

"Wow. Okay, Anna. I am not complaining. Thanks for thinking of me. I wanted to do it also. Your room or here?"

"Here and now. Come. Don't waste time talking." I stripped my clothes off and fell on him. I couldn't wait to pull his shorts off and dive on to his hard cock. I clamped my mouth on it and started sucking him. He turned himself around and buried his face in my bush, and went to work on my wet pussy. Soon we were panting with imminent orgasms. Kevin shuddered as his cock twitched in my mouth, flooding it with his sweet-tasting cum. I followed with a gushing stream of my own juice which he lapped up like a puppy. We rested for a while, holding each other and enjoying the intimate moments.

For several days after that incident, I wondered about Dorothy and Roger. If Kevin was telling me the truth, they seemed to be pretty open and uninhibited about sex. Of course, I had seen their smooching and foreplay in the kitchen and other places, unmindful of me and Kevin. Then one day, I realized that Dorothy was also a bit of a voyeur and did not seem to mind Roger's attention to me. 

She and Roger regularly watched a bit of TV after dinner in the living room, sprawled on the bean bags and throw rugs. Roger wore his robe and left the sash loosely tied in the front. So the robe was always half open from the waist down, and I had seen his boxer shorts with a tent caused by his semi-erect cock. Dorothy also wore only panties inside her robe, and often she would lie on the carpet or in one of the armchairs with her legs open. I had a good view of her plump mound and pubic hair that stuck out of the edge of the narrow strip of her panty. Sometimes she would get an itch down there, and she would scratch herself. A few times I watched her push the panty aside as she reached in to scratch her pussy. Once she saw me watching her, and smiled. 

I slowly got bolder around them and also dressed very casually. Once I put on my robe and joined them in the living room after dinner. I was completely naked under the robe, which I tied firmly around the waist. But it still showed my cleavage, and when I bent forward, the breasts almost popped out. I was feeling quite horny. I stretched out near Dorothy, at an angle such that both of them could see my legs and thighs. I saw Roger looking at me with a hungry look. I parted my legs, and his mouth fell open. He quickly looked at Dorothy, and realized that she was also watching me. He got bolder and opened his robe to reveal a hard-on pushing at the opening in his boxers. 

Dorothy moved closer to me and said, "You have a nice pussy, Anna. Why don't you take the robe off so Roger can get a good look. See, he is already hard."

I was surprised that she would come right out like that. "You are not offended?"

"No, why should I be? We are all adults. You have watched me often and I know you have been dying to look at my pussy. I know Roger has been lusting for you, because he tells me how much he wants to fuck you. Kevin is out for the weekend, so there is no one here except us. What do you say?"

I nodded, and stood up. Roger quickly came over, and said, "Allow me." He untied the sash of my robe, and pushed it off my shoulders. He smiled broadly, as his eyes took in my naked body. Dorothy removed her robe, and pulled her panty off. Then she came over to Roger and pulled off his robe. Reaching for his cock from behind, she fondled his erection through the shorts. Roger moaned with pleasure, pushing his hips against her hand. Dorothy pulled the shorts down slowly, taking her time to reveal his pubic hair and then the stiff rod as it strained against the elastic waist band.

I was fascinated by the slow strip tease, and found myself getting horny as the throbbing cock slowly came into view. I could see the shaft pressing down against the balls as Dorothy's hand held it down while her other hand continued to pull his shorts down. Suddenly the cock was free of the elastic band, and it jerked sharply up, slipping out of Dorothy's grip. I gasped loudly as the beautiful monster came into view.

Dorothy stepped around her husband and knelt before him. She kissed the cock gently, and took a swipe at the purple head with her tongue. Then she turned around and looked at me.

"Come on, Anna. Don't you want to kiss it?"

I nodded wordlessly, and getting down on my hands and knees, crawled over to them. I could feel the wetness between my legs, as I approached the gently throbbing cock. It was bigger than Kevin's, naturally, and had a nice, banana-like curve to it. As I got closer, Dorothy turned the tip of the cock toward me and said, "Here, kiss it, Anna."

Clasping the hot shaft in my hand, I put my lips around the glistening purple tip and began sucking it. Dorothy joined me and we started sucking and licking his cock and balls, making loud slurping sounds. Roger grabbed our heads and started jerking his hips, trying to push his cock in our mouths. He was so aroused that his cock was steel hard. He grunted when Dorothy took the tip in her mouth and chewed on it, sucking him at the same time.

"Oh god, Dotty. You are driving me nuts. Suck, baby. I want to cum so bad, it hurts." Roger gasped with pleasure as he grabbed her head and began pumping her mouth with a rapid motion. Dorothy kept up with him, and I could see that they were quite adept at this. Roger looked at me with lust, and motioned me to get up. He pulled me in his arms and kissed me hard. 

"I'm cumming, darling. Oh god, don't stop now, Dotty." With a loud grunt he jerked forward. The force pushed Dorothy back and she lost her balance, falling backward. Roger's cock sprang out of her mouth, jerking wildly as he erupted, shooting long, sticky streams of white cum. I watched as the liquid spurted out in gobs, landing on Dorothy as she scrambled to get back on her feet. She grabbed his bouncing cock, and quickly put her mouth around the tip, licking and sucking the juice that continued to dribble. Roger sank to the carpet and fell on his back, taking Dorothy with him. She slid up his naked body and they kissed hungrily.

After a few minutes, they turned to look at me. I was standing over them, watching. Dorothy offered her hand, and said, "Come, Anna. Join us. Roger wants to make love to you. I don't mind, so don't feel shy or anything. Unless you have any objection."

"No. I was worried about hurting your feelings."

"Don't worry about that. I know Roger's appetite for sex. He can't get enough, and even though I can satisfy him, he is always hungry for more. I love him and I don't mind his flings. I have my own flings, but only with other women. I am bisexual, but he is strictly hetero."

Roger pulled me down and pushed me on my back. He opened my legs and dove in with his lips and tongue. I opened my arms to Dorothy. She hugged me and said, "I am glad you are open to this. I love your body, Anna. What would to like to do with me?"

"I want to suck your pussy, Dorothy. Your hairy bush makes me so horny, I want to suck you until you cum in my face."

Dorothy smiled, and said, "I'd love it."

Soon my head was buried in her pussy, her legs wrapped around it as she bucked under my assault. She was lying on her back as I knelt between her legs. Roger got behind me and guided his hard cock in my pussy. I was sticky and wet with his sucking, and it took no effort for him to plant the whole length of his cock deep inside my womb. He started fucking me like a wild animal, grunting and howling as my breasts bobbed.

"Turn around, you two, so I can watch," Dorothy said.

We turned around, such that my pussy was directly above her face. She squealed with delight, watching her husband's huge, glistening cock pounding my cunt just inches from her face, our love juices dripping on her lips. She reached with one hand to grab one of my bouncing breasts, and with the other hand, she cupped Roger's balls as they slapped against my behind. I buried my face in her cunt, spreading her legs as wide as I could. Her clitoris was deep red, and swollen, and her pussy was dripping with her juices. I plucked her clit in my lips and started chewing on it gently. Dorothy screamed as the orgasm hit her suddenly, and shoved her pelvis against my face. At the same time, she lifted her head and started licking the pumping cock, as it pounded my cunt. Her tongue flicked my clit roughly, sending me into orbit. Instinctively, my cunt muscles contracted just as Roger plunged in, triggering his orgasm. Grunting, he grabbed my flanks and pounded hard, jabbing me repeatedly as his cock erupted inside. Dorothy lapped up the dribbling juices, as we collapsed with exhaustion. Roger pulled out of me, and fell on his back, his chest heaving with exhaustion. Dorothy and I licked each other off, and then we licked Roger off together. 

She hugged me tightly, and said, "Oh, Anna. I've wanted to make love to you ever since you came to live with us. And I know Roger has wanted to fuck you so much. It was wonderful. Now you have the distinction of fucking every member of my family. Did you enjoy it?"

I was too exhausted to say anything. I just nodded, smiling at both of them. They hugged me, as we lay on the carpet, our limbs intertwined in the loving embrace.

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Exchange Student



The Coopers prepared for the arrival of the 18 year old exchange student from Europe. He was going to attend a local high school along with the family's two daughters. 

Before going on to college he would get to know them as well as Mrs. Cooper very well. The daughters Sara and Melinda were excited the young man was staying with them. They had seen pictures of him and of course he was a very handsome young man.

He was tall with good looks and Mrs. Cooper agreed. Based on photos they saw of him there were a variety of features deeming him cute and adorable and Mrs. Cooper agreed.

He was interested in many activities, but they did not involve sports. "Thank god" one of them offered. "He'll be able to talk about something other then football or basketball unlike everyone here."

Mrs. Cooper laughed but she knew all too well how true her daughters comment was. Agreeing with them she was happy to be the host mom for the exchange student. 

He showed lots of interests in theatre, literature, and crafts. Strange as it was they were enamored by him. He loved writing. He loved writing stories. He even loved visiting culturally different and historical areas. 

A young woman at heart and appearance too, Mrs. Cooper hid her own excitement of his impending arrival. Being a woman who took great pride in her young looking appearance she hoped the young man would take a liking to her.

Seeing as she appreciated the arts as well she hoped he would spend time with her to go to a variety of historical sights. She hoped he would be willing to go to the theatre with her. She hoped he might be willing to go to concerts with her and afterwards sit down openly discuss them with her. She wished for many things. 

She finally felt she would have someone who was as passionate as her that appreciated similar interests. That was why she basically agreed to host the young man in the first place. Plus he was adorable; he was a good looking young man. His good looks did not hurt his cause. She knew how her daughters felt about him; they were crazy about the idea and down deep she had those same feelings. 

He was someone she figured who was not into sports like everyone else such as her husband. From some of his letters he wrote he showed a passion for writing and theatre. 

She was thrilled to death but she couldn't let on she was around her family. It would be nice having an intelligent young man to talk to openly on a daily basis. 

Hans Van Gluten would share the same passions as his host mother and her daughters too. There were boys in the family but they were younger. They didn't have anything in common with him.

The big day finally came. Mrs. Cooper and her two daughters went to greet him at the train station. 

When he got off he looked for two beautiful girls and one beautiful woman. They were easy to spot. They all looked alike. 

Holding up signs for him he saw their smiling faces. He noticed their fine looking figures as well. 

Jenny Cooper a 41 year old naturally blessed beauty of a host mom stood along side her lovely daughters. 

"This could not get any better" he told himself smiling while walking towards them. As he descended upon them the girls giggled. They were being immature. Mrs. Cooper told them to settle down but they were too excited. 

They told each other he was cuter then in the photos they saw of him. They giggled more. Mrs. Cooper overheard what they said but she had to agree with them; all three laughed under their breaths.

Jenny Cooper looked at Hans and instantly told herself how "damn cute" the young man was in person. The closer he got the more attractive he was. 

Sporting a slender body but with wider shoulders Hans had a natural and pleasant smile. His thick brown hair was wavy. It added to his handsome physique. One of the girls suggested as though he was designed by the gods. 

Suddenly Mrs. Cooper's heart began palpitating rapidly while she watched him walking towards them. 

Even his heart skipped a beat or two as he studied how unbelievably attractive his host mom was! For an older woman she was much prettier and much sexier then her age revealed. She was definitely sexier then her daughters. 

He knew she was off limits, but in his country it was different. It was natural for him to feel and think what he thought about Mrs. Cooper. 

When he saw her he saw sexuality in its purest form. The daughters were pretty but they were much too young. Jenny on the other hand had to be experienced. She had to have hidden desires, but how was he to know for sure? 

Unlike her daughters, he knew the ways of the world like Jenny might. In his country many women learn early on about sexuality. He figured Jenny might have also. Hans was smart. He was wise. He knew how most situations worked.

His heart palpitated when his eyes set foot on her. She was a very nice looking woman. She had physical attributes which in his mind were incredible! She had an awesome figure. The outfit she had on distracted him as he slowly ignored her daughters. 

She liked what she saw. She began giving off unknown signals to him. They felt something for one another almost right away. Before the week ended both would know exactly what it was they felt.

4 days into his stay he was busy getting acquainted and acclimated with his host family. Sara and Melinda did everything they could to help him out. They were infatuated with him. They were obsessed by his presence. They worked hard at being overbearing protectors. 

He told them with his charismatic smile "Thank you for all your help. I love you two so much." That threw their hearts into a tailspin. 

Mr. Cooper wasn't crazy about him telling them that. He told Hans that he should stop saying that he loves them.

"It's going to give them the wrong impression."

Hans laughed, but said he understood. Hans felt the girls were sweet; they needed to hear it. Mr. Cooper insisted he stop saying it and Hans promised he would. 

Day five of his stay came and it was Friday. It meant that it was time to head to the football game. Almost everyone went to the games. 

Not knowing anyone he wasn't interested, but Sara and Melinda insisted he go with them. 

"How can I refuse" he asked himself. "They are so sweet and so pretty." 

The stadium was only several blocks from home. He went for a while but the two girls were busy with their friends. By the end of the first quarter he was board and ready to leave. 

Mr. Cooper was enjoying the company of his friends and so Hans decided to walk home alone. When he arrived Jenny Cooper had gone out. He went straight up to his room and closed the door. 

When Jenny came home she heard footsteps upstairs, but nothing more. Curious she went upstairs to knock on his door. 

In shorts and a t-shirt he was lying on his bed, up against the head board, and reading. He said to come on in. Upon opening his door she put on one of her typical smiles asking him if everything was okay. 

He said yes and explained why he came home. 

She walked into his room staying by the doorway. "Hans we are so happy you decided to stay with us. You are such a nice young man" she told him. "If there is anything at all we can do for you or I can do for you please do not hesitate to ask. Don't ever hesitate to ask me okay?"

Understanding what she said he smiled. "Well there is one thing. I would love to have sex with you" he told himself as he smiled. 

Then he told her "Thank you Mrs. Cooper. I appreciate the hospitality, but I am fine. I do really appreciate everything very much."

Just as he said that she told herself "With a body like yours Hans and with those looks would you be willing to have sex with me tonight?" Half serious she yearned to ask him, but all she did was muster a smile while acknowledging what he said to her.

Continuing on and having similar thoughts about the other each smiled remaining silent for a few moments.

"Jenny is it possible I could persuade you to come over here? Would you suck off my cock? I would love that so much if you would" he went on thinking. "Ooooooh Hans if you only knew what I felt! Mmmmm yes I sure would love to see you without that shirt on" she imagined saying to him. "Take it off and let me lick your body all over." 

Their imaginations were getting away from them. 

"Let me handle that big European cock of yours Hans! Ooooohh I bet it's big; I bet it's fat. Isn't it Hans? Is it nice and fat" she wondered. Jenny was getting too excited for her own good.

Now Hans being the bright and worldly young man he was wondered by chance if she was thinking similar thoughts. 

He took a chance that she could be, which was dangerous and asked "Jenny what did you just ask me?" Knowing it was a bold question he proudly waited for her to answer. His question caught her off guard. Blinking her eyes rapidly while shaking her head in disbelief she asked herself "Did I just say that out loud? Noooo I did not" she though reaffirming that she didn't. "I didn't say anything like that out loud, did I?" 

She answered hiom aloud by saying "No, no I didn't say anything." 

Hans put his book down and asked another question. "These football games everyone goes to; do they go for over many hours?" 

All of a sudden they heard the phone ring. Before answering him she went to answer it. It was Mr. Cooper wondering if she had seen Hans and she told him he was at home. Hanging up, she went back to his room and answer his question.

She told him yes they did and then she asked about the book he was reading. He picked it up, looked at it, and handed it to her to look at. 

"Hmmm isn't this a little risqué Hans? Isn't it a little naughty? Isn't this something a young man like you should not be reading?"

"No I have always been interested in stories like these" he told her. "Jenny, feel free to sit down if you would like. I will not mind. Do you want to talk more? No one is home and it will give us some time to know each other better" the 19 year old exchange student told his 41 year old host mom as he brushed his thick brown hair off his brow.

She adored how he brushed it off his forehead. It fascinated her. Seeing him push it back like he did only made her yearn to brush hers back too. 

Long and luxurious, her hair always was an attractive feature. Including her daughters many people adored it. At that moment she wished she had the courage to do the same thing and hope he would realize its purpose. 

She desperately felt like flirting at that point. Instantly she felt something quite special being so close to him. 

Hans felt something too. On his bed and nestled against the head board, she sat on the corner of the bed.

"Mrs. Cooper" he started to say. "You have very pretty daughters and I've wanted to tell you that." Initially his remark made her defensive until he added "I noticed Sara and Melinda get all their looks from you. They look almost exactly like you." Jenny immediately appreciated those additional remarks and thanked him. It eased her concerns she may have had about him. 

"They are pretty but you are so much prettier. I have wanted to tell you that for many days now" he said in his foreign accent.

"Keep going Hans you're winning points with me now" she told herself amusingly. She loved where the conversation was heading. Watching him while he spoke warmed more then her heart. Their conversation had created a chaotic stimulation within, but she enabled herself to get through it all. 

Trying to sound rational and modest, Jenny articulated her thoughts. "I do appreciate your compliment Hans, but am I to understand you are attracted to my daughters?" She hoped he would say no he was not. 

"Ohhh no" he replied. "I am not attracted to either of them. I do not feel any attraction to either one of them" he added lying through his teeth. 

Then he went on to say "I actually feel as if there is..." but Hans paused for a moment. He wanted to make sure he should tell her what he was feeling at the moment was the right thing to do. "Jenny I feel I am attracted to you to be honest with you." He watched her closely as he waited and wondered how she would respond. He wondered if he should have told her that. 

Initially his comment made her uncomfortable. She knew what she felt, however hearing it from his lips was definitely different then what it felt like when she told herself she could lick his body all over. 

Jenny was emotionally going haywire and felt strong pangs of arousal besiege her.

"Oh my god" she thought. "Ohhh my god he's attracted to me! Does this mean what I think it means? He thinks I'm a sexy woman? No ohhh noooo, but he does mean that" she told herself practically crying out. "He does think so" she said to herself and she was right. 

"But do I want him to know that I think that? Of course I want him to! Oh yes god yes I do, but I am not going to have sex with him am I? Am I dreaming?" Jenny was beside herself. 

"Does he think I actually am that sort of woman? I'm not a slut am I? No I am a mother, a housewife, and not someone's MILF! No I am not that kind of woman am I" questioning herself again. "I am not that type of woman!' 

"Oh god he is sexy though! He really is a sexy young man. He is bright! He loves the arts! He is so good looking too! Is he really going to take off my clothes and do things I have thought about? Oh lord what am I saying?"

All of a sudden in the background she heard him tell her "I do think you are a very sexy woman."

"Ohhhh god he is trying to hit on me I think! I know he is and it's turning me on! I can't do this! No Jenny you know you can't! Noooo Jenny you can't be this way with him. Ohhhhhh Jenny stop this now!" 

He had no idea she was going crazy over her situation and he added "It was okay for me to say that to you wasn't it? I did not mean anything bad by it" he told her. "In my country it is a very nice way of telling an attractive woman how one feels about her if it is something nice. I know I am only 19 but I am a man. Do you think I am a man Mrs. Cooper?" He waited for her to answer. 

"You are a woman of course and that is clearly evident to me. You are a very pretty woman too, but I hope I did not offend you by saying anything wrong."

Finally admitting to him something she felt towards him she said "Hans it is true. You certainly are a man and a fine looking young man too." 

It was at that point she laid her hand on his shin. She noticed how firm it was to the touch. Giving into her desires she caressed it. Hans looked down at her hand and what she was doing. He liked the sensations it was giving him. Soothing to the touch it aroused him some. He wondered if what she was doing meant anything. He wondered where she was heading by doing it. 

"Yes Hans you definitely are a man. I noticed that about you immediately" she said. "And from what I have seen Hans you are a very appealing man too" she added while smiling lovingly.

"Appealing" he asked. "What does that word mean?"

"It means likable, pleasing, and ummm tempting" Jenny replied. She was interested what his response would be.

"Well I did say I thought you were attractive" he came back.

He recalled what he thought about her at first. He recalled how he wished she would suck him off. He cautiously told her "I did say I thought you are a sexy woman; it was okay for me to tell you that. Am I right?" Knowing the true meaning behind his question he asked her anyways "Does that mean something else it was not supposed to mean?" He added "Maybe I made a mistake saying that to you. Maybe I said something I should not have said to you." 

Smiling affectionately she recalled what she initially thought about him. She remembered thinking how she wanted to lick him all over his body. She started recalling how she would love to have his fat European cock all to her own. Her pussy tingled some more. 

Looking at him she calmly asked him "Does it mean something special when a man says that to a woman in your country Hans?" 

She thought to herself that nobody has ever told her she was a sexy woman before not even her husband. 

At least not in the way Hans told her. "It was a very special compliment Hans. It makes a woman wonder what that man is really thinking. It makes a woman wonder what that man really wants from a woman." 

Asking her what she meant, she simply gazed upon him only seductively. Hans for the moment was clueless. He didn't understand why she looked at him. She explained while she rubbed his lower leg again that it makes the woman wonder if the man finds her desirable. 

It makes the woman wonder if she feels attracted to him. She told him it might even make that woman wonder if there was more between them then either lets on. While continuing to explain herself she continued to rub his leg.

He was mesmerized by her. He felt an incredible attraction to her. She felt equally attracted towards Hans. She loved how he didn't seem to mind her caressing his leg while they talked.

"All it means is there are mutual feelings between the man and the woman. Is there a shared feeling of sexual attraction between this man and this woman" she put to him. 

Was the last comment she made a redundant question or did she ask it so she could get a straight answer from him? Jenny watched his eyes. Carefully she continued rubbing his lower leg and continuing to smile warmly. 

He looked at her hand. Hans was stimulated by her actions while watching the hand slither up and down the lower part of his leg. He tried paying close attention but his emotional instability was winning the battle. 

Then it came to him. He understood her words. He immediately understood what she was trying to convey to him. He sat upright. He felt anxious even though he knew he told himself earlier he wouldn't mind getting a blow job from her and why not top it off by eating out what he assumed was her sweet hot pussy. Having sex hadn't even crossed his mind at that point. 

Jenny scooted closer. Sliding her hand up his leg, she moved her hand towards his knee; she aroused herself as much as him. His body riveted with unknown pleasures he never experienced before. 

He didn't stop watching her hand move up past his knee. She watched him while coming closer to his thigh. Everything in the room was getting intense. Delighted in the various expressions he displayed Jenny was definitely interested in pursuing more with him. 

Jenny began feeling a warm exhilaration mushrooming within her as she yearned to go much further. Her hand finally crossed over his knee into the forbidden land. 

Feeling the erotic trappings that his thigh offered she was ecstatic that he never stopped her. She craved more then simply rubbing his thigh. She looked towards the bottom edge of his shorts and she let her imagination slowly taking control. 

Once Jenny's hand crossed into the so-called prohibitive area, a lump formed in his throat. Excited as ever what he wished for might become a reality to him sooner then he expected. 

Sliding upwards Jenny and Hans felt stimulating pangs flooding them rapidly. He never expected anything to proceed in the manner it did. It happened suddenly; both of them didn't want to resist the temptations offered that Friday night. 

Finally he looked up and saw her smiling. He didn't know any better but she was turned on too. She loved how rubbing his thigh felt against the palm of her hand and she wanted to continue all evening if possible. Hans' solid masculine legs thrilled her. For a guy who was not an athlete he was a handsome manly fellow. He was a gracious and intelligent individual who in Jenny's opinion had traits to be discovered. All was silent while he felt her hand on his leg. He felt great and she did too. They enjoyed one another's company even though neither spoke to the other. 




Exchange Student



Suddenly they heard the door slam shut downstairs. 

"Honey we're home" Mr. Cooper called out. "Jenny, are you upstairs dear?"

She stood up abruptly, smiled, and said to him "We'll talk very soon."

Gulping and fidgeting Hans said okay mustering a smile. "Thank you" he told her but just before she walked out he said "I liked that a lot."

She turned again and said "So did I Hans; so did I." 

Calling down to her husband telling him hello, her daughters were on their way up. They wanted to say hi to Hans. At that point he felt like he was a king garnering all the attention in the house. 

With three beautiful females surrounding him there didn't seem like there was enough time in a day to give equal attention to all of them.

He told himself he would figure out a way. The two girls sat on the floor of his room while he remained on his bed. He let them entertain him and he relaxed while admiring their beautiful faces. 

Monday came and the three of them headed to school. Hans had to leave at lunch for a special afternoon session for exchange students and after he arrived it had been canceled. He called Jenny and she picked him up and they headed home. 

On the way home he noticed she looked pretty. What she wore posed a temptation Hans felt. Jenny was desirable wearing what she had on. He thought about Friday's conversation along with her advances. It all felt great. 

On the way home Hans noticed Jenny's skirt was riding unusually higher up on her lap. He caught himself looking at a lot of slender mature flesh calling him out. Her thighs quickly became too much to ignore as they seemed to be staring right at him that afternoon. Hans' young imagination was taking control. 

Looking over at him she noticed how his eyes were focused on her legs and Jenny looked down to see why. Noticing that her skirt was riding up higher then it should be she smiled pleasurably. 

She wondered what his thoughts were. He made her feel alive. She wondered what his intentions might be. 

"Hopefully there aren't good" poking fun at her situation. "Oooohh wouldn't that be fun?" 

He looked out his window for a moment and she pulled her skirt up even further. Again he looked over and saw that her eyes were on the road and looked down at her lap again. 

"Wow she is showing more leg then before! Does she know she is?" Hans felt a burning desire growing inside. "Does she know she is letting me see almost all of her legs? Ohh god she is ohhh they are sooooo sexy" he told himself. 

Accidentally he groaned out loud. She turned her head and looked at him. "What is wrong Hans? Is everything okay?"

Looking out his window he told her he was okay but he was blushing. "I was thinking of something I forgot to do this morning." He told her it was something he meant to do at school that morning. 

She wondered if he was telling the truth. She figured it had to do with him seeing her legs. She knew she was showing a lot of skin. She was amused, but she also tantalized herself. She was doing herself in somewhat too. 

"Hans do you realize we have the whole afternoon to ourselves? Is there anything special you would like to do?" 

She thought "Would you like to do something with me privately honey?"

"Ohhh god, maybe feel your thighs" he thought wishing he could actually tell her. As he looked down at her legs again he told her "No I don't know of anything I want to do."

But Jenny came back and asked "Are you sure Hans?" She noticed he was looking at them again and she looked down at her legs.

Dramatizing her situation she said "Ohh my I never knew; maybe I should cover myself up. This isn't fitting for a young man to see" and she pulled her skirt down. 

"Now what was bothering you so much?"

He was frustrated but didn't tell her right away. He looked the other way while thinking about her thighs. He wanted to feel them and he did want to be with her that afternoon. 

He knew he wanted to touch them. He knew he wanted to feel them. Mayhem was building up in him. She was becoming hard to resist. It was almost to hard to resist the crazed emotions which had developed in him. 

She was so nice! She was so beautiful! She tantalized him to no end! She was exciting and sexy! She had been so helpful and now his hormones were taking over and it was getting out of control! 

He could feel the pangs between his legs. He wanted to grab it but that would be stupid he thought. He wanted her to hold it and squeeze it firmly. That would be awesome! He wished he could figure out what to do he told himself. 

He knew what he yearned for. That was easy to figure out. He knew he felt like taking advantage of his situation. Women from his country accepted the type of conduct he considered as if it was normal every day behavior. It would be okay in his home country. 

Being in America, Hans was not sure. He thought women were far more conservative from what he learned. The urge to reach over and feel her thighs, feel the insides of them, and ease his hand towards that wondrous warm hairy cunt grew and grew. 

He was ablaze with the desire to reach over, put his hand on her thigh, but he knew he had to resist all temptation to do it. He didn't know it would have been perfectly okay with her.

All of a sudden she spoke up. He heard her say something in a soft voice. "Hans do you think my legs are sexy?" 

Shocked he turned in an abrupt manner! He looked down at them again! He blushed horribly. He looked up at Jenny in shock. She had pulled her skirt all the way up. As far as it could go without exposing her underwear he could see almost all of her thighs. He was gulping! He was trembling! He was excited!

"I think my legs are sexy. What do you think Hans?" 

Hans was burning up. Lust and desire absorbed him! He yearned for them. He yearned to touch her thighs and much more too! 

She waited patiently to hear his response. Hans did not say a word; not immediately he hadn't. 

"Ohhh Hans" she said in a quiet voice "I wish I knew what you were thinking. I read online how women my age receive all sorts of attention from younger men such as you in your country. Is this really true?" 

She looked at him hoping for the answer she wanted to hear. Pleading to herself she said "Ohhhhh Hans tell me I'm right." 

Quietly he answered her. "Yes is true. Yes there are many women such as you who do receive attention from young men around my age. Some may be a little older then me, but some are my age. It is true Jenny. I have seen it but I have never been with a woman older then me. I have been too young, but I do not think I am too young any more. Am I too young?" 

"Ohh noooo Hans not at all; we both know that don't we?" She paused and then asked "Would you feel a mature woman's thigh Hans?"

"Please say yes that you want to" she told herself wishing he would. "Please let him say yes" she wished. "Ohhhhh please say you want to..."

"I would like that very much Jenny" he said softly. "I too find older women very alluring and you are extremely alluring. You have the sexiest legs! Ohhh Jenny you are an incredibly sexy woman" and he finally laid his hand on her naked thigh. 

"There are so many sexy features I love about you Jenny. Your legs are only one of them." He looked down at them and moaned. He couldn't believe she let him feel her legs. 

She loved it! She loved his answer! She loved how he rubbed her thighs. She was so excited that she drove faster and faster to get home. 

In all their glory after placing his hand on her soft thigh both happened to moan in unison. Her flesh was warm and exhilarating. His gentle touch was sexually invigorating to her. She spread her legs apart every so slightly and smiled jubilantly as he moved along then itching to slide to the inside of her right one. 

Rubbing the thigh delicately made Jenny cry out in an animated tone! "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh Hans yes Hans ohhhh god yes that's so ohhh yes!" Then she accidentally closed her eyes. It was not a good thing.

She veered off the road for a second and they heard someone honking. Quickly opening her eyes she got back on track. 

"Sorry about that but it feels soooo nice. Oooohh you have a nice, nice touch mmmmmm." 

He continued rubbing her thigh while watching her react. It was as thrilling to him as it was to Jenny. Hans yearned to slide his hand to the inside of her thigh but didn't. 

When he thought about it he thought about moving closer to her sizzling hungry cunt but he didn't. 

At home they went upstairs to his room. Inside they didn't even close the door. She couldn't help herself any more and lifted her skirt up grabbing a hold of his hand. 

Guiding it along her smooth fleshy thighs she let him feel her insides too. Jenny cooed as he caressed them especially when he veered to the insides of them. 

Hans smiled as he enjoyed his adventure; she closed her eyes and relaxed at his soft touch. 

He loved it when he heard her coo and murmur. She aroused him. He felt spasms and pangs between his legs and Hans became harder. He grew and developed a thick erection screaming for Jenny to come and get! 

He broke down and Jenny didn't stop him. He began undoing her blouse. She smiled as he did becoming hornier herself while he proceeded to undo her top. 

It was amazing how easily he undid the blouse. He seemed so experienced. He seemed at ease with Jenny smiling more as he unbuttoned the blouse. 

They had lost track of time. It was after 2:00. Melinda and Sara would be home shortly. Meanwhile he undid his belt. Jenny was impressed as she slipped her hand inside his pants at that point. 

Hans groaned and closed his eyes waiting anxiously for that moment he would feel her fingers touching his solid plump erection.

"Would you like me to touch it" she asked. 

Unable to speak all of a sudden he shook his head yes. Jenny did the honors and pulled his shirt out. She rubbed his stomach and watched his face. 

He could care less but it did feel nice. He wanted her to get down to business and rub much lower then she was rubbing. She continued rubbing his stomach before moving along. 

Her hands caressed his sides, but she saw what he wanted most and slid down passed the waistline of his slacks. Hans was hornier then ever. She figured he was, but so was she. 

She started to go down a bit further before both heard "Mom we're home." 

Hans' door was wide open. As quickly as they could the two stepped away from one another. Each started dressing as Jenny left immediately scampering down the hall to her bedroom. There she quickly buttoned her blouse up, got down on her knees, and pretended to be rearranging the shoes in her closet. 

Hearing the footsteps she looked up. It was Melinda. "Ohh god that was a close call" she told herself. 

Melinda said hi to Jenny and asked if she had remembered it was her birthday the following week. 

Jenny told she didn't forget and was planning on going shopping. Melinda knowing it was going to be her big day only thought of one thing. She was going to be 18. 

All Melinda was able to think about was getting Hans to ask her out on a date once she turned 18. She hoped he would ask her out. She hoped he would take her somewhere really fun. More importantly was if and when he did ask her out she could find a spot were she could make out with him. She figured she would have to entice him somehow. She wondered how she could do it. Convincing to go out on a date and then make out with him would be so cool to her.

The next morning before Hans, Melinda, and Sara left for school, Hans slipped a note discreetly to Jenny. She looked at him curiously and then read his note. He had an air of confidence about him while she read on. 

Still wearing the same look on his face she looked up and told him "Hans you devil you!" 

Both snickered knowing exactly his note meant. She knew what he was planning and from the way he wrote it, she knew he was going do something soon. Jenny got excited instantly. Hans always had a way with words. He aroused her quickly with his words.

"I know I am" he replied snickering some more. "Just tell me when" he added ohh where you would like to..." but was interrupted by the girls. 

They were in the car honking for him. It was late; he didn't finish what he wanted to tell her. Jenny said goodbye and sat down to reread the note again.

"Jenny you are the greatest. I mean every word I say in this note. I am so grateful you and everyone have let me live with you. I must repay you. Yes I mean it. I really need to repay you in a very, very special way. I would hope you understand exactly what I mean when I say this to you."

Jenny smiled and felt hot all over.

The note went on to say "I mean like a young man repays a beautiful sexy woman such as you Jenny." 

Jenny trembled with excitement. 

"Let us make plans very soon to be together. I want to repay you for everything you have done for me. I hope I have made myself understood. My never ending adoration for you" and he signed his name.

"Ohhh I will let you Hans. I will let you repay me for sure" she said aloud looking out the kitchen window. Jenny's pussy tingled. She realized it was moistening heavily. She was excited all of a sudden and all alone too. She tried hard thinking about where and when they could be together but was distracted by his note and unable to.

She went upstairs, closed her door, and took off her robe. Lying on her bed Jenny relaxed. She closed her eyes, smiled, and took a deep long breath. Unbuttoning her pajama top she also pulled down her bottoms. 

Then Jenny pictured Hans walking her way as he unbuttoned his shirt. She pictured him removing his slacks and sliding into bed with her. 

"Mmmmmm now this is what I've waited for" she said aloud as her hands caressed her own exposed body gently. "Mmmmmmmm this is nice Hans. This is soooo nice" she said softly. 

The girls joked around with Hans on their way to school. Melinda kept reminding the two of them she was turning 18 the following week. Hans told her he wrote it down. He told her he would get her something special for her birthday but asked she wanted. 

"Probably clothes as usual" Sara chimed in, but Melinda had something else on her mind. She wasn't going to say it out loud. She wasn't going to let Sara hear her.

Leaning forward she whispered quietly in his ear. He whipped around swiftly surprised at what she told him. She said she never had one before. 

The look on his face said one thing. "Are you crazy? Do you mean it really?" 

Melinda's smile was insatiable. She winked at him. It was exactly like Jenny's wink. When he saw Melinda wink he smiled at her. Hans was fond of that wink. Knowing it was almost exactly like Jenny's made everything even cooler! 

Hans told her "Okay I aim to please! Yes I do" and laughed.

On the day of her birthday Melinda planned on wearing a new top she bought. A button down sweater along with a cute skirt, she knew he would love her in it. She was positive he would love the outfit. 

She woke up early, took a quick shower, dressed, and headed for Hans' room. He told her to come in. Only wearing a shirt he expected it to be Jenny and not Melinda. When she entered his room his eyes popped wide open. She looked hotter then hot! 

"Gooood morning Hans" she said blissfully. "Do you know what today is?" 

Telling her yes she gazed upon his manly bare chest. 

"Well don't you have something for me? Don't you have something to say to me" she asked waiting for her special birthday present she asked for. She hoped he would tell her Happy Birthday. 

He walked up, seized her by the arms, and pulled her against his body. He gave Melinda the most loving tender hug she ever received in her life. 

Melinda could not believe how it made her feel. Melinda did not want him to let go of her. She absolutely adored how he made her feel. 

She tried every bit as hard to hug him back as affectionately as he hugged her. Between Hans holding Melinda in his arms lovingly and Melinda hugging Hans excitedly against her, she believed there had to be an unusual amount of desire to be with each other. Hans turned Melinda on that morning. 

Feeling him against her let Melinda feel a tremendous amount of love. She wanted so much more. Feeling his bare chest against her body was sexually invigorating. She was turned on like never before. 

But he calmed her down quickly. While being held he whispered "Happy Birthday Melinda" and kissed each of her cheeks; he put her on cloud nine. 

"Awwww thank you Hans, thank you and guess what? I have something special for you too." He wondered what she could have for him.

She stunned him. She unbuttoned her tight knit sweater right in front of his eyes. Smiling as if there was no tomorrow she unbuttoned it all the way. He was astounded but engrossed in her beautiful bounty. 

He gazed upon her gorgeous breasts but he was also unable to speak. He was shocked but more then thrilled to see her tits. 

"This is what I want you to have for being so sweet to me Hans. I hope you want them because when you are ready just let me know and they are yours. I want you and only you to have them" the 18 year old birthday girl said. 

Hans could not take his eyes off her beautiful full sized boobs and bra which she revealed to him. 

"Do you like my boobs Hans?"

"Ohhhhhhhhhh god yes Melinda I sure do. I really do love your.... Ohhh my Melinda" he tried to tell her as he moaned. "Melinda I never ever knew you had such beautiful boobs like you do" he uttered in an astonished foreign accent. 

His voice fluctuated while complimenting her. Melinda watched with his surprised face with utter joy and giggling and giggling.

They heard her dad. She quickly buttoned up and leaned forward to quickly kiss his lips. He didn't expect it. He loved it. 

"Oh and by the way am I getting that present I asked for" she asked. He was still looking at her breasts imagining how large they were. Shaking his head he told he had it, but she was going to have to wait for it at that point. "Damn" she said. "I wanted it today. I wanted to try it out and soon" she said. 

The two laughed nervously.

"I did too" he came back. "I mean I wanted you to use it. In fact" he started to say before pausing. "I actually wouldn't mind ummm watching you try it out." 

"What did you say? Did I hear you right? Do you really mean that? You wanna watch me use it on myself? No way" she exclaimed. Do you really mean it?"

He shook his head yes and said "Yep and guess what? I want to see your boobies again and as soon as possible!"

Melinda's dad called out again.

"Okay you can count on it" she replied excitedly. "See ya downstairs." 

She began to leave but he grabbed her one more time and spun her around. He whispered that he wanted to kiss her tits if she would let him.

The two of them were horny as could be. He almost sent her into an orgasmic tailspin. She wished she could rip off her clothes and jump his bones right there. She was so turned on at that point he could practically see her nipples sticking out of the sweater. They both were beside themselves all day long.

He finished getting dressed, but didn't want to go to school right away. He wanted to lie down and jack off. He imagined how sexy she looked with her sweater undone. He imagined her tits and that bra. He pictured Melinda playing with the present he bought for her and he pictured himself using it on her too. It was going to be a long day. 

He was turned on by everything. He wanted to play around with her badly. He wanted her horribly but what he thought about what he really wanted more then that was spending time with Jenny. 

He knew he wanted to be with her, but Melinda's tits were so awesome it was a tossup all of a sudden or was it? He didn't know for sure any longer. He knew one thing. He was horny! 




Exchange Student



"How lucky can I get" declaring how surprised he was at his good fortune. He was becoming full of himself. However he quickly came to his senses and reminded himself that everything that was happening to him could end at the drop of a hat.

Friday came and it was a Senior Day for Hans. He didn't have school that day. Melinda wished she could spend the whole day with him, but she had classes almost all day. 

Jenny on the other hand already made plans for the two of them. She planned to be home alone with Hans thinking Melinda and Sara had plans elsewhere after school. Jenny craved to be alone with Hans; she constantly reminded herself of that. Almost every other thought involved the two of them only provoking Jenny to yearn to be with him as soon as everyone left the house. 

Melinda had a rough week as it was. She was horny and never felt right all week. She was distracted all the time and could hardly sleep nights. There wasn't a thing she could do about it except try to physically appease herself bringing on quiet orgasms without any one knowing. 

Friday was Jenny and Hans' day. Jenny was hornier then Melinda but nobody noticed; certainly not Melinda or Mr. Cooper who were involved in their own matters. 

Hans barely slept that night; all he thought about was what they were going to do? He came up with a handful of ideas as the clocked ticked away. He finally drifted off close to 1:30 in the morning. During those hours Melinda wished she could show Hans her boobs again like he wished. Melinda wanted him to hold her like he did the other day. She wanted him to kiss her tits like he told her the other day too. She got more and more excited as the evening went on and the sexual tension had built up within her. 

It was growing in the household between him, Jenny, and Melinda. There was an overwhelming desire to walk down the hall, pop one's head into the others room and simply say "Hi how are you?" or maybe say something like "Hi I'm hornier then ever; what about you?"

He didn't know about them and they didn't know about him, but all three felt the same way and by late Thursday evening were asking themselves those exact same questions.

Finally it was Friday morning! Finally Jenny was able to get everyone up and out of the house to school and work without appearing overanxious. Except for Hans and her, everyone had left. With the coast clear Hans and Jenny remained separated only by a staircase and time! 

"Time to get upstairs" she said in an excited voice. "Knock on his door and proposition him as seductively as I can. I've been yearning for this day all week long and now is my chance" she thought while sitting impatiently sipping her coffee in the kitchen. Jenny was already aroused. There wasn't anything else to do but head upstairs, take a deep breath, smile. And knock on his door. 

Hans was awake. He was equally as excited as her. 

With a little help from the coffee and a lot of interest from Hans, Jenny had taken two steps at a time and was at his door in a flash. "Hans" she called out knocking on his door.

He stood up. Wearing only a pair of knit shorts he opened the door. "Mmmmmm" Jenny said without hesitation. Her eyes were skimming his body left to right. Carrying the same smile she scanned his incredible looking physique starting from that thick wavy brown hair all the way down to his ankles and then up. "You sure are an invitation" she began to say. "Come with me and I'll show you what I mean." 

His heart beat wildly! Being only 8:45 in the morning she already looked incredible. He felt himself swelling as his hormonal urges began to take over. All his fantasies about her were coming to life. Hans came to the realization there was a harmonious union finally between the two of them even though nothing had occurred yet. 

Walking over to her bedroom, which he had never been in before, she left him standing while she went to the bathroom to start the shower. Hans was tingling and excited! 

"Hans will you please take off your shorts" he heard her say. All of a sudden he wasn't as bold as he thought he was. The young man was shy. He felt he couldn't do it. Reluctantly and slowly he pulled them off anyways. Jenny walked out but stopped walking instantly.

Looking at him she was shocked. Hans had more then what she ever expected! She figured he might be but not as thick as what she saw before her. Her eyes grew large expressing her amazement! For a moment she was speechless! 

She told herself "It is... yes does... yes it's the most wonderful and excitingly fattest... ohhh lord!" 

He displayed to Jenny he was horny. His cock was not dangling whatsoever. It was in full form and he had no control over himself as his erection was evident, and allowing it to arouse her once she saw it. 

"Oooooooooh Hans! Ohhhhh wow" she exclaimed. "That is so soooo ohhh ohhhhh incredibly sexy! Oh gosh Hans" expressing to him how hungry she was for it as her eyes closed. 

His throbbing erection aroused her to no end. Beside herself, Jenny instinctively stepped forward. Opening her hand up, she laid the palm of her hand against his fat stiffness and buffed it softly. 

Hans groaned passionately as it throbbed more. She uttered sensuous but odd sounds while it grew beneath her open hand. Looking into his eyes she saw a young man mesmerize by her and his own circumstances.

"It will be fine" she told him. "Go on and get in the shower honey. I will be right in." 

He could feel it throbbing and held his cock. He stepped inside under the warm comforting spray. It relaxed him a little while she watched him go in holding his cock. While he was inside he saw her take off her robe. His eyes lit up. She was stunning. 

Wearing her pajamas Hans was able to see a silhouette of her shapely figure underneath. She watched his reaction with delight and asked lovingly "Do you like what you see?" 

He was speechless; unable to say anything. Gazing upon her beautiful shape underneath Hans nodded yes. He was crazy about her. He was completely hard. He could feel it throbbing madly. He wanted her to feel it too. He looked down to see how big he was and she peeked also.

In a playful tone he heard her say "It looks like I've done now haven't I? Am I right?" 

Jenny began undressing. Unbuttoning her pajama top he started seeing her tits. They were awesome. She mesmerized him. His pangs grew stronger. The pangs were more frequent. Hans moaned quietly and was too excited for words. Jenny understood him and was equally excited. 

"They are lovely aren't they" she told him referring to her tits.

He nodded his head yes. She was sexy. She was beautiful. She was so much more then that to him. She slipped her pajama top off. Standing a few feet away she yearned for him to feel her tits like the other day when he caressed her thighs.

Jenny took off her pajama bottoms and stood in front of him wearing only her underwear. His eyes bolted out of their sockets as Jenny had the most exquisite figure he had ever seen in his life. 

It was apparent how he felt and she asked "Do you really believe I am that sexy?" 

With eyes opened wide he barely was able to say yes. 

Stepping in to the shower she didn't take off her underwear. She rested her hands against his wet manly chest. Jenny smiled and asked him to remove her panties. Gazing at her beautiful, slender, and mature physique Hans knew he was crazy about her. 

"You certainly are handsome especially with a beautiful and wondrous creation such as that. I am one lucky woman you know. Being in the presence of a real man like..."

But Hans laid a finger to her lips. His eyes were closed. He didn't speak for a few minutes as he thought deeply about how a young man from his home country treats a mature and fascinating woman such as Jenny. 

He opened his eyes and quietly told her "Shhhhh Jenny I am going to kiss you?"

He pulled the wet supple figure against him and Jenny moaned once he did. She felt his fat erection pushing into her soft tender flesh. His lips connected to hers. It was an erotic and sensuous but better yet it was a passionate heartfelt kiss. 

Jenny murmured while melting in his arms. She felt his throbbing cock push harder against her slender frame. Hans aroused Jenny more then she could imagine. He kissed her neck gently and slowly going from side to side. 

He was caressing her all over while kissing her neck and then her lips, but finally realized he wanted to tell her something special. He sounded as if all was right in the world suddenly; as if he was at peace with himself. In a new confident tone he told her "Do you remember the day you came up to my room?"

She said yes.

"As I laid in bed talking with you I kept saying to myself how all I wanted was one thing." She listened intently. "This is very selfish of me Jenny but it was only meant as a testament to how sexy I believe you are. I told myself how I hoped someday you would do something extraordinarily wonderful and I guess beautiful for me too."

She asked what he wanted in her sexy but calm voice.

"I told myself many things. While we spoke that night many things went through my mind, but only one thing remains clear to me. I told myself I wished you would suck my cock and I hoped and prayed you would willingly offer to do it too. I told myself how beautiful and gorgeous you are and all I wished was to be sucked off by you."

"Really do you mean that honey" she asked excitedly. "I have to tell you something too."

"What is that" he asked.

"When I was standing by the doorway that day I told myself how I wanted to take off all your clothes. I told myself how I wanted to slowly lick your body all over. How does that make you feel honey?" 

He quivered all over. She saw him tremble too. His hard dick seemed to throb excitedly. He cautiously massaged her wholesome breasts to a gentle massage. He gazed upon her while running his hands gently over her bosoms. 

Jenny stood in front of him patiently. She smiled and watched him perform a brief love affair on breasts. She was turned on by it. Jenny's eyes fluttered. She was amazed she felt the attraction she did towards him. He leaned in and kissed her wonderful bounty. He breasts were large trinkets of soft gold inviting his lips and hands to attend a grand event. 

Something snapped within her. She was at her breaking point. He made her hornier then she ever experienced in her lifetime! Suddenly Jenny reached for anything she could get her hands on. She reached for his chest. 

Clutching it she moaned and groaned passionately! She called out his name repeatedly! While holding his chest in her hands, she instinctively bent down and started kissing it. She licked it. She licked his nipples wildly. But she let go and reached down to stroke his hardened cock.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh Hans I need more baby! I need much more baby!"

His cock couldn't take much more. It tingled feverishly! He felt as if it was at its breaking point. He felt as though he was going to blow. He felt as though it could happen at any moment. He thought he grew harder. 

She held it more firmly. She stroked him more rapidly! Hans enjoyed what she was doing. He enjoyed himself. He moaned uncontrollably as her hands stroked his fat cock! 

"Jenny can you please suck me off" pleading with her. "Please Jenny please" he begged.

She dropped to her knees and delicately held it in her hands. Jenny licked it skillfully near its tip. She was a pro. She sucked and licked its underside and he moaned pleasurably. 

Hans arched as though he was triumphant. Jenny performed magnificently. She did all he dreamed of her doing. He lifted his hands into the air praising her how good it felt to be sucked off.

Jenny sucked it harder. He screamed out more. She looked up and smiled. Jenny swallowed his fat throbbing piece whole. She was happy and she was excited. She had no qualms swallowing it down like an experienced pro.

"Ohhhhhhhh Jenny Jennnnnny" he cried out. "Ohhhh Jennnnnny you are soooo wonderful" he exclaimed. "Yes you are sooooo outstanding and so amazing and, and ohhh and so gorgeous too!"

Jenny couldn't stand it any longer. She was horny and wasn't able to put it off any more. She dripped profusely and wanted Hans to know it too. Finally taking the engorged cock out of her mouth she licked his balls for her own personal satisfaction. 

He started lifting her up. He told her it was her time to be thanked. He told her it was time to repay her and reward her for all she has done for him. She willingly agreed to whatever he had in mind. 

Hans dropped to his knees and without hesitating he quickly drove himself between her thighs! His tongue jettisoned inwards to the warm and highly aroused pussy. She screamed out in delighted rapture. 

Holding his head steady inside her glory hole, she started grabbing at anything possible to steady herself. Hans was amazing. He skillfully tongued her. She was ravenous with lust. Unable to balance herself Jenny began loosing her footing. She weakened and began slipping everywhere. Hans continued driving his tongue fervently into her fascinating cunt. 

He was too much! Hans was too gifted and she had to let him know! "Ohhh Hans how can you be soooo gifted" she cried out. "How is it possible you are so..." but he was too much as she squealed. 

She never thought he could be so talented, but he was more then she expected. She never imagined he could be so capable of turning her on like he did simply using his tongue, but he did! Her head spun uncontrollably. Jenny she was losing control of herself. She wanted more. She wanted so much more. She spread her legs apart even further trying somehow to brace herself, but she could not.

Jenny wanted more. She wanted everything she could get from him at that point. She wanted to go to his room and finish what they started. She yearned for him inside her at that point. She yearned to feel that fat throbbing erection pummeling her horny swelled up pussy. She pleaded with him to get out. She begged for him to take her to his room. 

She had to show him she told herself. She had to show Hans just how horny she had become during it all. She wanted him horribly but the floor in the shower was too dangerous. She knew she would fall and all would be lost. Jenny was intense! She lusted for his body, his cock, and yearned for it inside her if she could get that far! Jenny yearned heavily for everything and anything she could have with him. For the rest of the morning he was hers she told herself and she was his too.

Grabbing towels they darted down the hall. Drying off they jumped on his bed. He was still hard and she jumped on his naked frame, but suddenly both of them heard car doors slam. 

Concerned they looked at each other and then around the room, but he looked at his clock and a grim disappointed face befell him! Two naked souls were no longer alone. What were they to do being trapped in his room? 

He peeked outside and as they suspected it was Sara. It was Melinda and he asked "What are they doing home already?" 

"Damnit" Jenny cried out. "They weren't coming home after school." Even though it was a half day they were going to friends houses so why were they home? It didn't matter. She was naked and on his bed. She had to get out of there; to her own room.

Hans kissed her quickly and she ran down the hall. She closed her door and wrapped herself in the towel. Hans dried off as fast as he could too. He put on clothes and picked up a book. He behaved as if he was reading and trying to act as casual as he could. 

Jenny put on her robe and turned on the hair dryer. Frustrated as hell she tried hard to settle down. She still was aroused and desired him so much, yet another attempt to be with her young sexy exchange student failed once again. Jenny felt herself oozing and wanted all the privacy she could get, but knew that wouldn't happen. 

"Damnit" she said again. But mmmm he sure is gifted." A smile finally surfaced while looking in her mirror. "Ohhh Hans you are a gift; truly a gift honey."

In his bed the sentiments were the same. Reading his book he said quietly "Wow you sure are one sexy woman Jenny." He tried hard to calm himself down but kept saying "We have to find a way to be together. We just have to!"

"Mom, Hans where are you" Melinda called out. 

Hans got out of bed, sat down at his desk, and began writing something for Jenny. "I'm upstairs" he replied. Melinda and Sara both headed right for his room. Jenny couldn't hear them and it was better she didn't. Jenny needed more time to settle down. She was still trying to relax from everything that happened but wasn't able to get the sight of his fat cock settling itself in her overactive mouth.

"Hiiiii Hans" the two said in unison. Both were cheerful and greeted him excitedly. With innocent smiles on their faces all they wanted to do was talk and talk. Melinda of course had wished for more, but she knew in due time she was going to be alone with Hans. 

Everything appeared to be going along as usual. He knew deep down Jenny and him would get back to what they started, but in the meantime he had to entertain two new guests in his room.

Jenny sat down on her bed staring into space wondering how and when the two could be alone for an extended period of time. She thought long and hard finally picking up a newspaper she had in her room.

Smack dab on the second page was her answer. The advertisement for the infamous play, which was touring next week in a nearby town and it was on a Saturday afternoon. 



Exchange Student



I wasn't expecting much when I was told another exchange student from Paris would be staying with us for the next school year. Unlike our first exchange student who was nice but definitely not my type (nor I hers), Ronelle was hot. She had a very pretty face and a thin willowy figure that was just starting to blossom. She had a sweet face and a rather candid outspoken personality. Ronelle came from a wealthy French family that wanted her to experience life in other cultures. Or, maybe they just wanted her out of their hair for awhile and to separate her from her boyfriend. The Exchange Coordinator told my parents Ronelle was a "spirited, mature" girl for her age. My parents are strict and were reluctant to accept her at first, but eventually agreed. And am I am sure glad they did, because when I met her... wow.

Soon after she arrived, I asked Ronelle privately about what the Exchange Coordinator had meant about her being a "spirited, mature girl" and Ronelle was surprisingly straightforward with me. Apparently, in high school back in Bordeaux she had had a boyfriend with whom she had been sleeping regularly. Her parents first sent her to study in Britain for a semester to separate them. The separation had worked. She broke up with him after she found out he had found a new girlfriend to have sex with. Ronelle told me she blamed her parents for it and had rebelled by having a couple of short term affairs with a few British blokes. So, her parents decided to transfer her again, this time to an American college, and sent her to stay with us for a year of study here at Rosemont College. My parents are known for being strict, which may be why the Exchange Coordinator placed Ronelle to stay with us. Maybe they were hoping my parents would "straighten her out."

Ronelle is a sophomore at Rosemont and I'm a freshman at Townsend Community College. I live at home and commute to school, which is less than 2 miles away. My parents moved Ronelle into the spare bedroom. I always thought she was hot, but the feeling obviously wasn't mutual. She was nice to me but never showed any romantic or sexual interest in me whatsoever. 

Over the first couple months, I got to know Ronelle better and was mesmerized by her lean sexy body, pretty face, and her odd accent. She spoke English like a Brit but with a heavy French accent. She was cordial enough and we even got to know one another better as we shared the house, the family dinner table, and by spending a good amount of time talking and playing video games in our spare time. It's fair to say we became rather close, but in a strictly platonic kind of way. She told me all about herself and her life in France and England, and all about her boyfriends, former lovers, whatever. She held nothing back, and treated me like I was her best girlfriend. Over time, I grew more and more attracted to her, but to her, I was a strictly a "guy-friend."

As for me, as time went by, I found myself looking forward to spending more and more time with her. I loved that she often wore provocative clothing. Tight clingy jeans. Loose shirts that gapped open a lot. A couple times when she shifted her body at just the right angle, she accidentally gave me some quick peeks at her always braless tits. I'm 100% sure it was accidental, but I loved it anyway. I loved the sleepwear she'd throw on to watch TV at night or would wear to breakfast on Sunday morning. There were also those tight tank tops she wore a lot. I tried to avoid getting caught ogling the pair of alluring mounds and the two prominent nipple bumps that outlined the shape of her young breasts just millimeters under the thin tight fabric. In the right light, you could even see the faint outline of the dark circles of her areoles through the slightly sheer fabric. And in the cold Chicago winds, her nips were often rock hard and prominent, sitting high on her chest, and just begging to be felt up and sucked.

I knew she definitely wasn't showing off for me. I sure wished she was. But one thing was for certain, she was not shy or overly modest about her body. She told me she had lifted her top and flashed her tits (along with several other girls) at a Mardi Gras night at one of the local bars Rosemont students frequent. I sure wish I'd been there to see that. Then there was the time when we were just talking in her bedroom, she turned her back to me and changed her blouse and pulled on a pajama top while I lay on her bed. I kept chatting away, trying not to give away my surprise and my intense interest. I didn't see much of course, since her back was turned to me, but even a 2-second glance at her partial side-boob was enough to make my penis stir in my jeans. I found myself praying she would turn around or maybe bend over to pick something up. But no.

My passion for her grew even deeper after she told me about swimming at topless beaches or sunbathing totally nude in France. To French girls, showing your tits in public is normal. Maybe she thought nothing of it, but my imagination ran wild, picturing her naked. But several times while we chatted or played video games, my growing attraction to her got doused by a virtual "cold bucket of ice water" when she interrupted our talks to take a phone call from one of the guys she was "involved" with. One of her most frequent callers was one of her former lovers back in England who called her on her cell for some sexy talk about once a week. She also took calls from a guy in her Math class at Rosemont who was trying desperately to get her to go out with him. I was jealous.

She was flirtatious with lots of guys, but as far as I know, she hadn't fucked anyone in the 5 months since she had moved into my parents' house back in September. I'm pretty sure of that because I overheard her telling her British friend over the phone that she was really horny from being without sex for so long. Maybe she was lying to him, but either way, their long distance calls often sounded a lot like cybersex. I listened a couple times with an ear against our adjoining bedroom wall, and I could swear she was probably diddling herself while she was talking to him.

By March, I was head-over-heels crazy for her, and she was all I could think about. I fantasized and masturbated about her several times a week. I found myself rushing home from classes to be around the house whenever I knew she'd be around. I had even signed up for a French 101 elective in January mostly so I could get close to Ronelle, and so I would have an excuse to ask her to tutor me. She was happy to do it and in return I helped her with Math and occasionally helped translate obscure American words and idiomatic expressions for her. We spent a lot of time together. But she still treated me like a brother and I wasn't sure how to change that.

My chance came when I found out my father had come home early from work one afternoon and found her making out with a guy on our living room couch. Dad had also found a box of condoms and an un-smoked joint on the coffee table. When I got home from my classes that night, I found her sobbing. She confided in me the whole story and I held her in my arms. (I was like a best girlfriend to her, I'm sure. But to me, I got a thrill holding her like that). My dad was quite angry about it and had literally thrown the guy out of our house. She said she was worried my father was going to cut short her exchange placement and send her back to France early. She was afraid she'd lose her college credit by not finishing the semester and was afraid her parents would "kill" her when she got back to France. She didn't give me as many details as I tried to get her to tell me, but I do know the guy had his hands all over her naked breasts when my dad walked in on them. 

I held her and listened to her and said supportive things the way a girlfriend would, but all the time, my penis was twitching and I was secretly fantasizing I had been the guy with his hands on her tits and my tongue swirling hers. One way or another, I knew I had to make my fantasies come true. I just didn't know how.

Later that same night, long after my parents went to bed, I heard her talking with her British friend on the phone. With my ear pressed against our adjoining bedroom wall, I could hear enough of her sexy talk and heavy breathing to know she was masturbating. On an impulse, I rushed over to her bedroom door, gave a quick knock, and barged right in without waiting for her to invite me inside.

Sure enough she was partially sitting up on the bed in flannel pajamas with a cell phone in one hand and her other hand down inside her stretchy pajama pants. Her top was completely unbuttoned but mostly closed, with just a hint of shallow cleavage and a part of one breast visible. 

"Get out," she yelled.

I held my finger to my lips and said "Shhh. You don't want to wake my dad, do you?"

To my delight and complete surprise, she lowered her voice, pulled her hand out of her pajama pants, and covered the mouthpiece of her cell phone. "Get out" she said again but in a quiet hushed voice.

I shook my head no.

She glared at me for a few moments, but then her stare grew less angry. 

"She told the caller she had to go, and a few seconds later she said her goodbyes and clicked her phone off.

Still staring at me sternly, she asked in a quiet voice "What are you doing in here? You steal my privacy. What do you want?"

I didn't answer but stepped closer and dropped my eyes back and forth between her face and the open gap in the unbuttoned pajama top, trying to get a better look at what was inside. She saw me ogling and clenched the two front halves of the top together.

"I said, what are you doing in here? Don't you knock? What do you want?"

I stepped up to within a few feet of her bed. She stared up at me and kept repeating "I said...what do you want?"

"You," I finally answered.

"You want me?" she asked incredulously.

I nodded.

We stared at each other in silence. It didn't take her long to figure out exactly what I wanted.

"I can't do that. I just can't. You are my friend. And your father was ready to send me home for. . you know. If he ever found me... found us...no, I, I can't."

"Yes you can. It's not a choice. One way or another this is going to happen. I'm gonna finish what you and your boyfriend started or else I start shouting, wake up my parents, and when they come running in, I'll tell them you tried to seduce me. Who do you think they'll believe?"

I could tell by the look on her face that I had her. She protested several more times, but the resigned look in her eyes told me everything I wanted to know. I moved the final step toward the bed. "I have wanted you for so long. You must have realized that," I told her softly.

"Yes. I knew, but I don't feel that way about you," she said, clutching the pajama top halves tighter together.

"That doesn't matter," I told her. "You know what I want, and I'm pretty sure you won't find it totally repulsive. Maybe I'm not your heartthrob, but I'm not repulsive, am I?"

"No, no, You are not repulsive. I just. . . I just can't do what you want."

"Yes you can," I said as I unbuckled my belt buckle. Her eyes dropped and watched -- probably with some degree of horror -- as I slowly undid my pants and pulled down the zipper and let the top of my pants fold open. There was a large bulge in the front of my boxers and it felt good to relieve the pressure.

"Please... no, please. . ." she whispered a few times.

"I'd like you to let go of your top and open it up for me," I said. When she didn't comply immediately, I added a loud "Now" to it. I spoke loud enough that I could have been heard out in the hallway, but not loud enough to wake my sleeping parents.

This time she shushed me. "Please. Please don't shout. Ok. Ok. I will do it. I show you. Just be quiet about it. . . . .If I show you, will you go and leave me be alone?"

"Maybe," I lied, eager to finally get a look at her luscious little breasts. 

I wasn't disappointed. I had heard French girls sunbathed nude and aren't shy about their bodies, so I am sure Ronelle didn't think showing her tits was that big a deal. With very little fanfare, she flipped her pajama top wide open and displayed herself to me with a hint of pride.

I stared down and soaked in the wonderful sight. Looking rather relaxed and sitting back against her pillows, her partially prone body let her tits lie almost flat against her chest. But there were two very sweet mounds with small round deep brown areoles and nipples that rose tall and hard. She acted almost nonchalant and unemotional about showing me, but the rock hard nipples gave away her nervousness and discomfort. My erection grew.

After letting me stare for about 30 seconds, she closed her top back up and said "Enough? Now go. I need to be sleeping now."

"Uh-uh" I said, shaking my head slowly. I reached out and re-opened the halves of the top. My hand swept down and scooped up a handful of her breast flesh and gently massaged it a few times and then tugged upward on the nipple as I lifted my hand off.

"No, please don't," she said softly. But she made no move to stop me. I moved to the other breast and repeated it. Back and forth I went from tit to tit, scooping, feeling, tugging, caressing them between my fingers. Happily, she let me do it, and looked off to the side, pretending to be bored and uninterested.

I played with her wonderful tits for several minutes, living out the fantasy I had had for months. Her nipples grew even harder and taller as I played and tugged on them. Maybe she hadn't asked for this, but she wasn't fighting me either. My cock was throbbing inside my boxers as my sexual excitement grew. 

Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer. I squeezed a tit with one hand while I pulled my jeans downward with the other. Once over my hips, they fell to my knees. I hooked my fingertip under the waistband and yanked my boxers down, exposing my fully erect member. She turned and glanced at it and then quickly looked away. I paused, squeezing her tit and lightly twisting a nipple.

"Suck me," I ordered in a firm but normal tone of voice.

Her head spun and she glared up at me with a look that said "the hell I will." But I just stared back with a silent stare that said "oh yes you will." The nonverbal standoff lasted almost a full minute as I twisted slightly harder and harder on her nipple as I waited.

Finally, without speaking a word, she rolled onto her side toward me and reached out for my throbbing cock. With her sweet lips just inches from the tip, she began to stroke my cock and slide her palm around the shaft and head, twisting the skin tightly and creating enough friction I felt like I was already on the verge of cumming. 

She must have sensed I was close and perhaps figured she could end this whole ordeal quickly with a handjob. She may have been right but I wanted her lips wrapped around it. So I pushed my hips forward until she surmised what I wanted. Expertly, she took my cockhead into her mouth until the indent behind the glans lay tightly grasped by the inside of her lips. She clamped her lips down tightly until a huge wave of pleasure ran through my entire body. Her warm wet mouth felt incredible and I shivered with wave after wave of incredible pleasure. Her right hand grasped my shaft at the base and began slowly pumping it toward the cockhead that lay just inside her tight mouth. She tugged hard on the veiny skin of my throbbong cock, pulling as if squeezing out the last remnants of toothpaste.

My fingers matched her tugs on my cock by tugging on her nipple. More waves of pleasure rippled through me. And then, suddenly, without warning, she tightened down her lips on my cockhead, her tongue pushed into the tiny opening at the tip, and her hand tugged extra hard on my shaft. I cried out and felt my pleasure rise to an unstoppable peak. My hips thrust slightly, my balls swelled, and my cock erupted. My orgasm sent me into a shaking spasm as sperm began pumping out of me, splashing against her tongue and filling her mouth with gob after gob of my sticky seminal fluid.

She gulped and swallowed rapidly as her hand pumped the last few squirts from my spurting cock. She licked and sucked it until the last waves of pleasure drained from my body. Then, in an almost matter-of-fact way, dropped my sagging member and wiped her arm across her face to erase the dribbles of my cum that had seeped from the corners of her mouth. 

Rocking back on my heels and almost falling over, it took me a couple of minutes to recover from the intensity of the orgasm. Feeling dizzy from the slowly subsiding feelings of pleasure, I staggered forward and lay down on the bed next to her. 

I held her as my breathing returned to normal, and to my surprise, she embraced me back, gently stroking the back of my neck.

I looked into her face and for the first time since it began, she gave me a slight smile.

"You like?" she asked, fully knowing the answer.

"Tres bien," I whispered through my post-sex grin that stretched from ear-to-ear.

I kissed her on the mouth and we tongue-kissed for several long minutes. I was in heaven and she didn't seem to mind much at all. My hand gently stroked the small of her back and pulled her body tightly against me. I delighted in the feel of her soft breasts against my chest. Then she rolled away and looked up at the ceiling to indicate she was done. 

"You go now."

No way. Rolling flat on her back like that was just an easier opportunity for me to get another handful of her breasts. I alternately grasped her sweet tits, and massaged each one gently. I rocked them softly, marveling at the firm softness of her perky tits and erect nips. She didn't moan, but she didn't fight my touch either, so I continued.

I slid my body down and kissed her neck. Slowly, I worked my way lower, kissing my way toward her nipple. She lay passively, letting me kiss her breasts, suck each nipple deep into my mouth, and tug it lightly between my teeth. For at least 10 minutes, she lay still and silent, acting indifferent, while I worked one breast with my mouth and the other with my fingertips. Soon my cock returned to semi hardness and she was breathing softly but deeply. Her eyes were closed. Quiet almost-inaudible moans could be heard when I sucked her breast into my mouth and swirled my tongue around the nipple.

Once again, I knew I had her. I continued to suck her tit, but my free hand slid off her other breast and began a slow trek downward across her flat belly, slowing tracing the smooth skin of her abdomen and the hard protrusions of her hip bones. She said nothing to stop me when my hand slipped under the stretchy waistband of her pajama bottoms, but she sucked in a deep breath when my hand crossed over the hairy mound and my long finger dipped into the crevice between her swollen cunt lips. I bit her nipple lightly as my fingertip brushed her clit, and I felt her shudder underneath me. Oh yeah. I had her all right. She was mine. Her body was mine for the taking. Her sweet breasts. Her moist cunt. She even lifted her hips to help me slide her pajama bottoms down and off her long smooth legs.

By then my cock was rock hard again, and it occurred to me that I didn't have any condoms. I only paused for a fraction of a second before deciding I was going through with my plans to fuck this sweet cunt, condom or not.

She moaned a bit louder when my long finger slid between her cunt lips and began pushing inside a half inch at a time. Brushing her clit lightly a few times, I was soon finger fucking her moist pussy which gradually became wetter and wetter. Her moans grew a bit louder and her hips lifted lightly to meet my invading finger. I kissed down her chest, slowly following the same path across her abdomen my fingers had recently traced. As I kissed my way down her sensitive skin, her soft groans that told me she found my kisses pleasurable.




Exchange Student



I took my time, trying to torture her with anticipation, sweeping past my target and kissing down and then back up the sensitive skin of both inner thighs. Finally, I began gently and rapidly flicking her clit with the tip of my tongue, making her writhe under me. She began throwing her head from side to side and arching her back upward to press her clit harder against my tongue.

I teased her awhile longer, bringing her close to peak, then slowing down and resuming several times until I sensed she was getting frustrated and desperate to cum. Her slick channel allowed my finger to slide all the way up inside her as far as I could reach. With a few last flicks of my tongue against her pleasure button, she arched, groaned and came powerfully. Fluids leaked from between her pussy lips, and her cunt muscles contracted around my long finger. Her long deep breaths were loud -- almost too loud, and I feared one of my parents would hear her if they happened to be walking past the outside of her bedroom door. But I consoled myself that it was highly unlikely my parents were even awake, and that even if my Mom did hear her cumming, she'd probably assume Ronelle was just masturbating.

Ronelle had a long slow orgasm and then collapsed back into the mattress, catching her breath. I was about to ask her if she liked it but she whispered to me "Do you have condom"?

Ahh, she wanted me to fuck her. Oh yeah, this was my lucky day.

"No, I don't have one, do you?"

"No, I wasn't exactly planning this, you know?"

"Actually, I wasn't planning it either," I said. "But I am not about to let that stop us."

No, she said, sternly. "No condom, no sex. Sorry. That's my rule."

I thought quickly, but knew I didn't have any condoms nearby. I began to wonder if there was a way to sneak into my parents' bedroom and find the box of condoms Dad had taken from Ronelle and her boyfriend earlier. I quickly realized it was not a remote possibility. My cock was hard and throbbing and there was no way I was going to lose the opportunity to screw this chick I'd been fantasizing about for so long.

"We don't need one," I said with as much self-confidence as I could muster.

She repeated "No condom, no sex. Sorry." The look on her face was serious.

I thought for a minute and decided my cock was too hard and my desires were too far along to turn back now.

"Okay, I'll take another blowjob instead."

I rolled onto my back and crossed my arms behind my head on her pillow. She sighed deeply, and moved her face toward my crotch and kissed the last few inches of the way toward the tip of my cock. This time, she wasted no time. It was as if she just wanted to get it over with. I didn't care, it felt great. Her whole mouth swallowed the outer end of my penis and she began sucking the head and tugging and twisting hard on my shaft with her tight fist. She sucked me vigorously this time, like a whore in a hurry to get to her next customer. And, my body responded in kind. Within minutes I was throbbing and close to cumming. I wanted her to slow down and make it last longer, but she only picked up speed and sucked harder and faster. I tried to hold back but my cock had a mind of its own. I suddenly exploded and filled her mouth with my cum as my body rose and peaked to one of the most incredible orgasms I have ever experienced. It felt so good, it almost hurt. And she stretched out the pleasure even greater and longer by swirling her tongue around and under my cockhead as the last several spurts and gobs spit from my pulsing rod. She sucked until the pleasure slowly went away and my wet penis went limp and shrunk down onto my drained body. I kissed her and she kissed me back. I could taste some of the remainder of my own cum on her lips and tongue. It excited me to taste the traces of my warm ejaculation into her lovely mouth.

This time it took me almost 15 minutes to recover, during which we held each other, cuddled, and stroked each other's back. As she lay in my arms, her eyes closed and she seemed to drift off to sleep, laying passively in my arms. There was no reaction when I massaged her breasts, so I kept stroking them gently and her slow deep breathing told me she was indeed asleep. Even so, I continued to enjoy touching her naked body. I gently massaged and lightly kissed each breast and played with her nipples. Reaching down and sweeping her clit made her shudder slightly but her eyes remained closed and her breathing remained slow and methodical. 

My mind was on fire. I had just gotten two of the best blowjobs of my young life, and here I was touching the naked body of the girl I had been lusting over for months. I could hardly believe it was real, that these sweet mounds of tit flesh were really indeed filling my sweaty palm. The realization of my situation and sexual opportunity made my cock stir. I ignored it, thinking I would just enjoy touching her body while she slept. But as my cock grew harder, I began to think about that box of confiscated condoms and wondered again if there was a way to retrieve them. I desperately wanted to fuck this girl. I needed to fuck her. My cock was dying to crawl inside that tight wet place. My cock throbbed at the possibility even though I knew deep down, retrieving the box of rubbers was out of the question.

I turned it over in my mind. Finally, I told myself. "What the hell. I am going to fuck this cunt. I just have to."

Acting once again on impulse, I rolled my body on top of her, grabbed my hard cock, and began aiming it at Ronelle's vaginal entrance. It took her a few seconds to awaken, and a few more seconds to assess what was happening and she begin to push me off her.

"NO!" she said firmly. "No condom."

I ignored her. I could feel my cockhead buried in her thick crop of pubic hair. I slid downward quickly and felt it press against her pussy lips.

She shoved me hard and said "NO!" again, but I used my weight to pin her, and with a hard thrust, shoved my cock forward and pierced her opening, spreading her cunt lips until they encircled my cock. With another long hard steady push, my cock gradually slid deeper and worked its way inside. She wasn't as well lubricated as she had been before, but there was still enough cunt juices to squeeze inside. It felt tight and somewhat uncomfortable, but that didn't stop me from burying myself the rest of the way inside her. When my cock finally reached its full depth and our pubic hair meshed, I felt the top of my cock throbbing against her cervix. I held myself still, and she stopped pushing me away. I had won. It was over. I was all the way inside her. 

My cock was already throbbing and near its peak from the excitement of it all, so I moved slowly, trying to make it last. Her cunt muscles relaxed and her natural lubrication gradually made things easier. It felt so good. Her cunt was really tight, the tightest I'd ever felt, but soon her channel expanded enough for me to begin sawing my penis back and forth.

She rolled her head off to the side and wouldn't kiss me or look up at me. I pulled my cock almost all the way back, then pushed hard and steadily back in, fucking her slowly and deeply. Each time I felt myself about to cum, I stopped and held myself still inside her, relishing the pleasure and doing my best to make it last longer.

When I paused, she turned and looked up at me. "You rape me," she said with a mix of sadness. "I trusted you. You said I should blowjob and you would not intercourse me."

"I know," I said. "And, those were a couple of really great blowjobs. Really. I mean it. You have amazing talent. And a killer body. I just had to fuck it. It feels so good I couldn't pull out and stop now if I tried. I have to finish this, so spread your legs wider and relax. It'll be easier on both of us."

She said something to me in French that I'm pretty sure was a dirty name. I waited a few more moments, hoping she'd ease up and let me finish fucking her. She lay still, so on the next thrust, I pushed into her a bit harder. It hurt both of us, but she got the message. I felt her knees widen and her thighs open. After that, her pussy got easier to fuck, so I sped up. Each thrust gave me a huge shot of pleasure -- it was so intense and felt so good I wanted it to go on forever. I knew Ronelle wasn't sharing the same pleasure which was too bad but, oh well. My pleasure was all that mattered to me at that point. Selfish, I know. But she was far too good a lay to not take full advantage of.

I was in heaven, enjoying the long gradually-accelerating fucking I was giving her tight cunt. I don't know exactly how long I screwed her, but it had to be at least a half hour. The last five minutes I had sped up so much and was slamming her pussy so hard I was out of breath and gasping in deep pleasure and heart-pounding exertion. My whole body glistened with perspiration. I could feel the juice in my balls surging and only hoped I could keep up this furious pace long enough to nut before my energy gave out. 

Sensing I was about to cum, Ronelle pushed hard against my chest, telling me to pull out. But there was no way my cock was leaving that heavenly place between her legs.

As my cock reached its point of no return, I slammed deep into her, burying my cock all the way up, and waited for my body to go over the top. Pleasure ripped through me once again and my cock throbbed and began pulsing. The stream of juices had nowhere to go with my cock tip pressed firmly against her cervix. It splashed and pushed back at me, doubling my intense sensations of orgasm. Pulling back a fraction of an inch, I filled her cunt with my semen, pumping shot after shot until I was spent. I collapsed on top of her and let the contentment slowly fade as my breathing slowed down and my heartbeat fell back to normal. Sweat dripped from my forehead and I felt slick against her smooth soft body.

Ronelle's head was still turned away to the side, unwilling to look at my face. I said nothing for several minutes after I had fully recovered. Finally, I broke the uncomfortable silence.

"I am not going to say I'm sorry. I'm not. That was amazing, and I don't regret it for a second."

She continued to look away.

"C'mon," I urged. "It wasn't that bad, was it?"

She looked up at me and said "No, it wasn't bad. But I told you no condom. You raped me. I don't want to get pregnant. You make me pregnant."

"Naah, I doubt that, I really do."

She lay there silently looking up at me. "I hope so."

I rolled off her and sat up on the bed. Then I picked up my underwear and clothes and put them back on for the short walk back to my bedroom.

"Look Ronelle," I said, as I left. "For me this was fun. I hope it was fun. . .or at least not so bad for you. Don't worry, my parents won't find out about this, and your parents won't either. I'm not going to tell anyone, are you?"

She shook her head no. "Please. No. Don't tell them. They'll send me back."

"No problem," I said with my hand on the doorknob. "Next time, I will definitely use condoms, ok?"

"Next time?!" she stuttered in shock.

"Oh yeah. Next time. There will be a LOT of next times. I'll see you tomorrow night," I said as I headed out the door.



Exchange Student



The University was looking for families to take in exchange students for a year. My parents talked it over and decided that as they had a spare room it would be a nice thing to do. So they put their hands up and eventually we were given an exchange student. All ours, while she completed her course at Uni.

Well, all our parents, anyway. Neither my sister nor I were really consulted apart from being asked if we had any violent objections. I didn't and apparently neither did Katy. As far as I was concerned it was my parent's house and I wasn't going to tell them who they could or couldn't have staying there. Katy, typical teenager, was too concerned with her own life to worry about passing strangers.

At the start of the school year Amber fronted up. She was from Austria or Germany, somewhere like that. Apart from the initial introduction I rarely saw her. From comments my parents made she was working hard and doing very well. A charming girl and absolutely no problem.

Actually, when I say I rarely saw her I was probably playing it down a bit. When a lovely young nubile blonde takes up residence in your home it's hard not to notice her. Amber was eighteen, quite pretty and her hair was that whitish blonde that so many German and Nordic girls have. Platinum blonde I think they call it. 

Everything went smoothly for the first nine months or so. Then my parents went on holidays for a couple of weeks. This supposedly left me in charge of the house and the inmates, but I wasn't stupid enough to start ordering my sister around. She had her head screwed on right and I didn't think that she'd get into much trouble as long as I just kept one eye on her.

Halfway through the holidays I arrived home from work to find Katy in a rare old stew. She was pacing back and forth and muttering under her breath, obviously waiting for me. She pounced as soon as I walked in the door.

"You're supposed to be in charge," she snapped. "You deal with her. If you have any sense you'll get a big stick and beat her. Silly bitch. I'm going out for dinner."

With that she grabbed her purse and jacket and departed in a huff.

Reasoning that she wouldn't be calling me a silly bitch I decided that she'd had some sort of argument with Amber. I also guessed that I was supposed to sort out whatever the problem was and hand out a penalty as required. Thank you, Katy. I could see a penalty heading her way as well. I wondered how she'd take to being grounded for the next week.

Whatever, I wasn't rushing into anything. I got changed and had a cup of coffee and relaxed a little. Then I headed down to Amber's room and knocked. She called for me to come in and I did.

Would Amber be so kind as to explain what the hell was going on? I'd had Katy yapping at me but I would appreciate being told her side of the story.

Amber blushed and said it was all her fault. She'd been having a disagreement with Katy and had lost her temper. She regretted it. She knew it was wrong and was ready to accept her punishment. 

I pointed out to Amber that she still hadn't really told me anything. Would she care to go into details?

The details turned out to be that she was studying and Katy had her music too loud. Amber had requested that Katy turn it down a bit as it was a bit distracting. Katy was rather offhand and didn't care. In the ensuing argument Amber had picked up the noisemaker and thrown it on the floor. Rather forcefully. It would never make another sound. Amber said she would replace it, which was fair enough.

I could see myself having a few pointed words with Katy about common courtesy and respect for others rights. If she wanted to argue the point I would be quite willing to ground her until the parents could adjudicate.

The killer, of course, was Amber. Replacing the amplifier was one thing. It had been a cheap one anyway and Amber could probably afford it, but some sort of penalty needed to be exacted for wilful damage to someone else's property. I didn't need to give a lecture. She knew she'd screwed up. I just had to work out some sort of penalty.

If you're wondering why I didn't bother to just ground her it was because it wouldn't mean much to Amber. She didn't often go out. I was damned if I knew what to do, so I put the question to Amber.

What, I wanted to know, would she consider acceptable as a punishment. It would, I added, have to be something that I would also consider acceptable. If we couldn't agree I would have to pass the buck to my parents. After all, Amber was really there responsibility.

Amber tentatively suggested being grounded but didn't seem too surprised when I just brushed that one aside. 

"Katy," Amber said carefully, "seemed to think that you would beat me. That's what she told me was going to happen."

"An interesting idea," I admitted, "but without your co-operation it's a non-issue. I am not going to try to wrestle you over my knee and try to spank you. Far too hazardous to my health."

"What if I do co-operate?"

"Bend over and get your bottom tanned? Maybe you're a little old for that?"

"Maybe, but I've been spanked before. A spanking is immediate and then it's over and done with."

"Ah, so you've been spanked before," I observed. "How recently?"

Amber um'ed and ah'ed a bit and finally admitted that the last one had been about ten years ago. 

"Yeah, well I think you'll find that there's a bit of a difference between being spanked at eight and being spanked at eighteen," I told her.

"Not really," Amber said. "It's the same principle. When Katy said you'd beat me I thought you'd just barge in and do it and I got ready. I'll admit I was feeling a bit scared, but I don't think you'd beat me viciously, now would you?"

"No, I wouldn't, but I can assure you that you'd know you'd been paddled. And what do you mean you got ready? Stuffed some padding down you panties?"

"No. I took them off. See."

Amber hitched up her dress to show me that she was bare butt and ready to be spanked. I'm only assuming that she was bare butt because she was facing me and it wasn't actually her bare butt I was looking at. And I'm quite sure she knew precisely what she was doing. She wasn't that naïve.

I gave her a cold look, letting her know that I wasn't impressed by her flashing me. She flushed and dropped her dress again.

"That's one of the differences between eight and eighteen," I told her. "While I'd still be spanking your bare bottom, I'd insist that the rest of you be naked as well. Still feel like getting a beating?"

"Why would I have to be naked?" Amber protested, indignant. "That's not necessary."

"Because you know damn well that I wouldn't have made you drop your panties for a spanking. You did it deliberately, to embarrass me and hopefully get out of any punishment. Tell me, did you also shave to emphasise your nakedness?"

She blushed. It seems that I'd guessed correctly.

"My, my. The biter bit. You do realise that after that little stunt you can't really claim modesty as an excuse to avoid stripping?"

Amber's affability decreased significantly. I could hear her muttering under her breath as she lifted her dress over her head and then reached behind to undo her bra. Naked, she stood there, glaring at me.

"Well?" she demanded.

"Well what?" I asked.

"Aren't you going to start beating me?"

"Well, no. We haven't agreed that that is the punishment I'd hand down."

"Then why did I have to get undressed?" Amber shrieked at me.

"You didn't. I didn't tell you to. I just mentioned that you would need to if I was going to spank your pretty little bottom."

For a second there I thought she was going to hit me. Amber thought so, too, from the way she was looking at her clenched fist.

"Well are you going to spank me or not?" she demanded.

"Are you saying that you would consider this an acceptable punishment?" I asked.

She bit her lip and looked away from, then nodded. 

"Do I really have to be naked for it?" she asked, her nerves showing in her voice.

I sat on the bed and then ran my eyes over her, watching her nipples crinkle as I looked at her breasts. She was breathing a little harder.

"No. I won't insist. But why not? You're already naked. All you have to do now is bend over my knee. But you decide."

She hesitated. She badly wanted to get dressed again but she was curious. She was wondering what it would be like to be spanked while naked. I could see she was excited and slightly horrified at the idea. She glanced at her clothes and then at me, seemed to give herself a little shake that did wonderful things to her breasts, and then stepped over to me to lie across my lap.

I rubbed my hand lightly over her bottom.

"You sure?" I asked, and she nodded.

"Tell me, are you a virgin?"

"Why do you need to know that?"

"If I have a naked girl in my hands I think it's only fair that I know if she's a virgin. It will help me to know if I should be careful if we start to get a bit carried away."

"Why would we get carried away," Amber demanded. "It's just a spanking. That's all."

My hand was still casually rubbing her bottom. My other hand now reached around and slid gently over the breast nearest me, feeling her nipple rasp across my palm.

"You're naked and attractive and my hands are on you. Who knows what might happen. You may be overcome with lust and attack me. Answer the question."

"No, I'm not," she muttered. "I have a boyfriend back home. But I'm not going to be overcome by lust and attack you, I can guarantee it."

"OK. If you don't, you don't. I just like to be prepared."

I slid my hand around the curve of her bottom and gently cupped her mound. 

"I assume that you would prefer me not to spank you here," I said, squeezing slightly.

"Yes," she said quickly, and her voice seemed to be rather squeaky all of a sudden.

"Yes, you would?" I asked, trying to sound surprised.

"I mean no. I mean don't spank me there. That's not my bottom."

"OK," I said with one last squeeze. "Just checking the limits."

One of the limits I was checking was her breast. She hadn't said anything about the hand that was gently cupping one, so neither did I. I just left it there, holding her soft globe. 

My hand came down smartly on her bottom, leaving a nice red hand print on one of her cheeks. Amber yelped and then yelped again when I did the same to her other cheek. I was a little careless with the next spank, accidently cupping her pussy. Fortunately it wasn't a very had spank. Just hard enough to liven her up.

She squealed and protested at that one and I apologised. It wasn't deliberate, I assured her. A couple more spanks to her bottom and then another slip.

It wasn't my fault, I protested. It's not as though I'm used to spanking pretty young girls. You might say it's a learning experience.

Amber insinuated I was lying in my teeth. And why, she wanted to know, was I holding her breast? 

"This one," I asked, squeezing it slightly. 

"Yes," she said, with a bit of a squeak. 

"I have to. I can't reach the other one just yet."

To distract her I gave her another couple of spanks on her bottom. Amber squirmed slightly, seeming to forget about the hand on her breast. A few more spanks and then another slip, neatly cupping her mound.

"Sorry," I murmured, rubbing her pussy to soothe away the sting. 

"Sorry, hell. You're doing that deliberately and you know it."

"Now how can you say such a thing?" I chided, continuing to massage her mound. 

"Easy. What do you think you're doing now?"

"Just rubbing it better," I said. "Taking away the sting."

"You can stop. It's not stinging."

"But it probably would if I stop," I pointed out. "Better to be safe than sorry."

"You call that safe? And I thought you were supposed to be spanking me."

"I did. There was no need for a big spanking, you know. Just enough to let you feel my displeasure at your behaviour."

"Then why don't you let me up off your knee?"

"Who's stopping you?" I asked indignantly. "Both my hands are under you, not holding you down."

To emphasise the point I squeezed both breast and pussy. Amber squealed and reared up and off me. She stood glaring at me, flushed and breathing hard.

"I assume that I can get dressed now?" she asked.

"You can," I said, standing up, "but, first I'd rather you sat on the bed for a moment."

Even while talking I was taking action. Hands on Amber's hips, I lifted her and sat her on the bed facing me.

"Legs slightly apart," I told her, tapping the inside of her knee.

"What are you doing? Why do I have to sit on the bed like this?" Amber wanted to know.

"I want you to sit like that so you can watch while I take you," I said calmly, unbuckling my belt.

Amber just stared at me, mouth slightly open. Then she shut it with a snap.

"What are you talking about? I haven't said you can take me. What makes you think you can just tell me to sit here and I'll let you?"

"I don't know that you will," I pointed out, "but I won't know you won't until I try, now will I?"

At this point my trousers and jocks hit the floor and my erection was ready to play. I moved closer, standing between Amber's thighs, my cock hovering close to her pussy. She was staring down at where I was nearly, but not quite, touching her. 

"You don't seriously expect me to just sit here while you put that thing in me, do you?"

"That's what I'm going to find out," I calmly replied, and my cock was now pressing lightly against her slit. "If you want me to stop all you have to do is say so."

She wasn't going to say so. From the time she had lifted her dress to show she wasn't wearing any panties she had been giving me the go ahead. She wasn't going to stop now for all her supposed protests. At no stage had she said no and I didn't think she would now.

"I can't believe that you're doing this," she muttered as my cock pressed slightly harder against her slit. I could feel her softness starting to yield to the rigid shaft I was pressing against her. I held still for a moment.

"It will be easier if you hold your lips apart slightly," I challenged her.

Her gaze lifted from where I was touching her to look at me and then down again.

"You surely don't expect me to help you do this," she said with a slight gasp. She looked at me again and then back down. "Oh, god, you do. You expect me to help you. How could you?"

Quite easily. Her boyfriend was back home and she hadn't seen him for nine months. A long dry spell, sex wise, and she was feeling the heat. Her hands came slowly around to her pussy, drawing her lips slightly apart. I pressed forward a little, easing past them. Amber gasped and released her lips to close over me. She sat there, leaning back a little, watching as I slowly penetrated her. I could hear a little groaning sound escaping her lips as I sank steadily in. 

Now I pulled back until I was almost out of her. She was hot and wet and wanting. She seemed to tense slightly as I pulled back, then gave a sigh of relief when I halted and drove back into her, hard.

This time I just held myself firmly in her for a moment while I arranged things. I took her breasts in my hands and pressed against them, encouraging Amber to lie back on the bed. Then she was flat on her back and I was on top of her. A little twisting and lifting of her legs and she was lying fully on the bed, held captive by my pressing down into her.

Now I started to take her properly. I pressed firmly against her and then withdrew. Driving back down I was gratified to find her pushing firmly up to meet me. There was nothing tentative about it. She knew what she was doing and she knew what she wanted. We bounced on the bed, giving the springs a thorough workout.

It was fun. It was exhilarating. Amber was wrapped around my cock and I was enjoying her every movement. Maybe I'm flattering myself but the look on her face and her enthusiastic response tended to say she was enjoying my attentions just as much.

After a while I rolled over, taking her with me so that she was sitting straddling me. I stopped thrusting into her and relaxed. Amber looked down at me puzzled for a moment, but then caught on. She giggled and started to bounce on me, doing all the work while I lay there and enjoyed her. She twisted and gyrated, demonstrating excellent pole dancing techniques. I let her go, trying hard not to explode.

It was all getting too much for me. I suddenly twisted, tossing Amber off me. She squealed in protest, yammering at me, not understanding. Then she found that I was rolling her onto her tummy and lifting her bottom high. She went eagerly with me. I knelt behind her for a moment and then drove in hard, hearing her shriek as I nailed her. 

Then I hammered her hard. I was way past the stage where I wanted to climax. God only knows why I hadn't. Now I was going to. I plunged in hard, my arms around her clasping her breasts, moving faster and faster. Amber was squealing and bucking beneath me. She was ready for me, aching for me, and I didn't disappoint. A last hard thrust and I was flooding her. A choked scream from Amber and she was convulsing under me, taking everything I was giving her and demanding more, draining me.

We settled down onto the bed, spent. Maintaining discipline wasn't so hard. One just needed to be hard at the right time.



Exchange Student



Lilly had just arrived in the U.S., an exchange student from Japan.

She was a Senior in high school, she had just turned 18, and this was her first time away from home.

Lilly was very cute, very petite, only 4'11, she had small boobs, 32B long black hair hanging down past her tiny little ass.

Her new family that she would be staying with for the next year were here to pick her up.

Hi Lilly, the Father spoke first, we are re the Johnson's.

My name is Peter, but if you want you can call me Dad.

This is my wife Lynn, or you can call her Mom.

Lynn gave Lilly a hug, and squeezed her tight, and said she hoped she would call her Mom.

Lilly liked her right away, she seemed to be very kind and loving.

Hi, I'm Ben, I guess I'm your new brother.

Lilly looked at Ben, he was really tall, he towered over her, he had to be at least 6'2",and very good looking. Lilly smiled at him and shook his hand.

Peter told Lilly that Suzy, their oldest daughter had to work and she would meet her later.

They helped her with her luggage, and led her to their car.

Lynn told Lilly to ride in the front seat so she could see everything, her new town, all the places she would be calling home for the next year.

Lynn asked Lilly if she had any favorite foods, or if there were any she wanted to try?

Lilly said she always wanted to try Pizza.

Typical teenager, Lynn thought to herself.

The ride was very pleasant, everyone asking her questions, but she was very tired from jetlag.

Lynn had noticed how tired Lilly was, she brought her upstairs to her new room which she would have to share with Suzy, who she still had yet to meet.

Lilly changed into her pajamas, and feel fast asleep.

Lilly did not know how long she had been sleeping, but she had to pee. Lynn had shown her where the bathroom was before she went to bed.

Before she left the room, she noticed a girl in the other bed, it must be Suzy. It was very late, she noticed the time on the clock read 1:30, so she didn't want to disturb her. She very quietly snuck out of the room and went to the bathroom.

As she was walking back to her room she heard a sound, it sounded like someone was moaning. It was coming from the room at the end of the hallway.

As she got closer, she could hear a woman's voice, it must be Lynn, she listened quietly and heard her say, Oh Peter, don't stop, don't stop, lick me, oh yes, lick my cunt.

Lilly couldn't believe what she had just heard, Lilly was still a virgin, and knew almost nothing about sex. Her Mother had told her very little, and had told her it was only for married people.

Lilly was frozen in place, she heard the moaning getting louder and louder. She started feeling strange, her heart was racing as she listened at the door. Just then she heard Lynn yell out that she was cumming. 

Lilly didn't want to get caught spying on her new host parents, so she tip-toed away, back into her room.

As Lilly laid in bed, she closed her eyes and her imagination took over. She had heard Lynn say the words " lick my cunt ". She tried to imagine what it would feel like. 

She had learned about masturbation from her best friend back home, they never did it together, her friend just told her how wonderful it felt and she had tried it and loved the feeling.

She let her fingers move down to her pussy, she found that she was already wet, was she actually turned on from hearing Lynn with Peter.

Again she thought of what it must feel like to have a man lick your pussy, without even knowing it, her finger had started rubbing up and down her pussy lips.

When she finally realized what she was doing, she was struck with panic, she quickly looked over at Suzy, she was glad to find her still sound asleep.

Her fingers felt so good, did she dare to continue with Suzy just a few feet away.

She bit down on her pillow, and started moving her finger again, she was getting wetter, she could feel her orgasm building. She shoved two fingers deep inside her cunt, and used her other hand to play with her clit. That did it, she started cumming, she tried to stay quiet, but she let out the softest of moans.

She was startled when suddenly the room got bright, and looked over at Suzy who had just flicked the switch.

Wow, that was hot Sis, Suzy said.

Lilly was so ashamed, she started crying.

Suzy jumped out of bed and came over and sat down on Lilly's bed.

Hey, don't cry Sis, it's nothing to be ashamed off, it's perfectly natural. Heck I finger myself sometimes too, but usually I just use my vibrator, it's the best.

Lilly finally started to calm down, that's when she really noticed Suzy for the first time.

Suzy was wearing a see-thru nightgown, her large boobs were clearly visible, along with her pointy nipples. 

Suzy noticed Lilly was looking at her boobs, she had already embarrassed her once tonight so she didn't say anything.

Suzy said hey, we haven't really introduced ourselves, I'm Suzy, but I'm sure you already guessed that.

Hi, I'm Lilly, but I'm sure you already knew that too, they both laughed.

Suzy was glad that Lilly was feeling better and joking a bit.

Mom told me you had jetlag from your long flight.

Yes, I was really wiped out.

Suzy asked Lilly if she was hungry?

Yes, I'm starved.

Let's go down to the kitchen for a late night snack, Suzy suggested.

Suzy looked in the fridge and found some leftovers, and started heating it up.

Lilly again was looking at Suzy, in this light she could see right thru her nightgown, almost as if see was standing there naked in front of her. Suzy was tall, 5'6", her boobs were much larger than her own, she figured they had to be 36DD, short Blonde hair, long legs, and a round butt, and when she turned around she could even tell that she had a bald pussy.

Lilly thought that Suzy caught her staring and shyly said I could never walk around in a see thru nighty like you do. What if your brother Ben or your Dad saw you? 

Suzy didn't say a word, she just smiled and took the food from the microwave, and said dinner is served.

The girls ate, and talked, Lilly was certain she was going to be very close to Suzy, there was something about her, she felt safe with her.

When the girls got back to their room, Suzy asked Lilly if she wanted to see her vibrator?

Before Lilly could answer her, Suzy had removed it from her bedside drawer, she always kept it close.

Lilly looked at Suzy's vibrator, it was 8 inches long and red in color, with bumps all over it.

Suzy turned it on and placed it in Lilly's hand, she let out a little squeal as she felt it buzzing in her hand.

Lilly started running her fingers up and down it's length, feeling it as it continued to buzz.

Suzy could tell Lilly was curious, she must want to know how I use it she thought.

Do you want to see how I use it she asked?

Lilly couldn't believe what Suzy had just said.

No, she could never, she would be embarrassed to watch.

Suzy said listen, we are going to be Sisters. I am the older Sister and you need to learn some things, and besides, I already saw you playing with yourself, so it's only fair that you get to watch me. 

Before Lilly could speak, Suzy had already pulled her nighty up and over her head, now she was completely naked.

Suzy laid down on her bed and spread her legs wide apart, she took the vibe from Lilly's hand and slowly moved it up and down along her pussy lips.

Lilly watched in awe, as Suzy turned the speed up higher on the toy, it was buzzing so loud, Lilly was afraid that Peter and Lynn would hear it.

Suzy took her fingers and spread her pussy lips apart and guided the tip of the vibrator inside her cunt.

Lilly's eyes were wide as she watched more and more of the fake cock disappear inside Suzy's now very wet cunt.

Suzy had almost all 8 inches buried deep inside her cunt, she turned the setting up to it's highest, her orgasm shook her, she was cumming and she looked straight at Lilly as she came.

Lilly couldn't take her eyes off of Suzy's cunt, as she slowly pulled the vibrator out, her juices, trickling down her thighs.

Lilly could smell her sex in the air.

Suzy than told her that she would buy her a toy of her own.

What color do you want?

Lilly could never, could she.

We'll have to start you out with something smaller, something to use on the outside of your pussy, you don't want to lose your cherry to a vibrator.

How did you know I was still a virgin? Lilly asked.

I just figured, you still are quit innocent.

Don't worry, we'll fix that for you.

Lilly figured Suzy must be kidding her, and moved over to her own bed.

She thought about her first night in her new home, she couldn't believe all that had happened, she drifted off to sleep.

When Lilly woke up in the morning she was still quit tired, she was glad it was Saturday, and she still had a week before school was to start.

Suzy had already left to go to work. 

Lilly had to pee, and she decided to take a shower, it might wake her up a bit.

She took off her P.J.'s and turned on the water and climbed in. The water felt so good cascading down her body.

She took the soap and started rubbing it all over. She was washing her boobs and as her fingers brushed across her nipples they began to harden.

Her hand moved down to her pussy, she was remembering all that had happened last night, especially when Suzy had used her vibrator in front of her.

Her fingers touched her clit, mmmmmmmmmmmmmm, that feels nice.

Lilly took the shower head and moved it between her legs, the pulsing motion had her knees buckling. She wondered if Suzy vibrator felt like this. She barely touched her clit and she was cumming.

Lilly finished her shower and dried off, she put her P.J.'s back on and returned to her room.

She sat on the edge of her bed, wondering, had Suzy really been serious about getting her a vibrator, she thought back to how it had felt in her hands, and that was at low speed.

Just then she heard a knocking on her door. She said, come in and in walked Mom.

Hi Honey, did you sleep well? asked Lynn.

Lilly looked at Lynn, she decided she would call her Mom and told her so, she also said she slept O.K., but was still feeling the affects of jetlag.

As Lilly was talking to her, she couldn't help but to think back to what she had heard outside the master bedroom.

She was new to the family, and felt awkward that she had overheard such a private moment.

Lynn told her she was very happy to hear that she would call her, Mom, she gave her a hug and kissed her on her check.

Lynn asked if she was hungry, but didn't wait for an answer, don't you worry, I'll make you some breakfast in bed, you just wait here and rest.

Lilly got back in bed, she was tired but couldn't sleep.

Lynn knocked on the door again, Lilly said come in, and in walked Mom with a tray of food. Here you go Honey, eat what you want, and bring the tray down when you're ready.

Lilly was more hungry hen she thought, she ate almost all of her breakfast, it was really nice of Mom to do that for her.

Lilly heard some noises outside and looked out through the window, it was Ben and three of his friends, playing basketball in the driveway.

Ben and one of his friends both had their shirts off. Lilly looked at his muscular chest.

Lilly than looked at the other bare chested guy, he too was very well built, tall like Ben, but he was black, she hadn't seen too many black men growing up in Japan.

She looked over at the other two guys, they were a bit shorter, but also very nice. 

Just than Ben looked up and saw her watching, he waved for her to come down. She opened the window and said she would be down in a while.

Lilly wanted to meet Ben's friends, she quickly got dressed, in shorts and her cutest top, and a pair of sandals and went down the stairs.

She brought the tray with her and washed her dishes and put them in a rack next to the sink.

Mom walked into the kitchen and said I thought I heard someone in here. She saw that Lilly had washed her dishes, and asked her if she could teach that trick to Ben and Suzy.

Lilly laughed and Thanked Mom for the great breakfast, she than asked if it would be alright to go outside to meet Ben's friends.

Mom said, of course Honey, go have some fun, it's a gorgeous day outside, the fresh air will do you a lot of good.

Lilly walked outside and Ben introduced her to his friends, Jake, was redheaded, with a really nice smile. Adam had brown hair and deep blue eyes. Finally Ben introduced Leon. She looked up at him, he was so tall,6'8", she just looked up and said wow, you're really tall. 

Leon just laughed, a friendly laugh and smiled at Lilly.

Lilly asked if it was alright if she watched, they all insisted that she would.

Lilly found herself watching Leon the most, he was the best player, he of course had a size advantage.

Lilly thought for a moment about Suzy's vibrator and wondered to herself just how big was Leon's cock, was it as big as Suzy's vibe, was it bigger, she looked at Leon and smiled.

It was getting hotter so Ben suggested they take a dip in the pool, Lilly didn't even know that they had one.

Leon asked if she was going to join them for a swim.

Lilly told him she would go change into her swimwear.

Lilly had two suits with her, a one piece, and a bikini, she chose the bikini.

When Lilly walked into the pool area, the four guys couldn't help but stare, she looked so fucking hot in her teeny bikini.

Even Ben was checking her out with lust in his eyes, and he was supposed to be like a brother to her, she wondered.

Leon had just come out of the pool, water was dripping down his dark body, his muscles stood out on his body. 

Lilly than noticed his swimtrunks, she could clearly make out the outline of his cock, it looked huge, bigger than Suzy's vibrator, she looked away before he caught her staring.

Lilly dove into the pool, she had to cool off, she could feel her pussy twitch at the sight of Leon's giant cock.

The guys started playing around, they didn't want to frighten Lilly away, they liked having her there, she was hot.

Peter came out and started up the grill and made Hot Dogs and Hamburgers for everyone.

Lilly climbed out of the pool and noticed Peter was checking her out also, she even thought she could see his cock twitching in his shorts.

After eating Lilly excused herself, she was feeling tired again and wanted to lay down. All the guys said their goodbyes, Leon came up to her and told her he was really glad that he had met her and hoped to see more of her again.

Lilly walked upstairs, she went to the bathroom and took a quick shower to wash off the chlorine from the pool.

She laid down on her bed and drifted off to sleep.

She found herself in a dream, Leon was there, they were in a room, she did not recognize. Leon was kissing her, and she was enjoying being kissed.

Leon slowly removed Lilly top, and removed her bra. He lowered his lips to her breast and sucked her nipple into his mouth. 

He pushed Lilly backwards onto the bed and pulled her shorts and panties down her legs, she didn't try to stop him, she just let it happen.

Leon moved down her body, kissing as he moved lower until he was at her waist, he moved still further, kissing his way down her thighs all the way to her toes.

He switched to the other leg and started slowly moving up again, leaving a trail of kisses as he moved.

Lilly was getting wet from the teasing, the anticipation, it was driving her mad.

Leon moved up her thigh, and spread her legs wide, his mouth moved between her legs and she felt it, his tongue touched her pussy, never had she felt such an electric shock throughout her body.

Leon's tongue was licking up and down her pussylips, he aimed the tip of his tongue and gently touched her clit, Lilly started cumming, Leon didn't slow down his licking, he loved the taste of her juices.

Lilly could take no more and begged Leon to stop, he raised up and kissed her full on her lips, she could taste her own juices as he kissed her.

Leon removed his clothes, and for the first time Lilly was actually looking at a mans cock. She was scared, it was enormous, 12 inches long, and thick. 

Lilly told him she was a virgin, he told her it would be alright.

Leon grabbed a bottle of lube and smeared it all over his giant black cock.

He spread her legs wide, and grabbed ahold of his cock and pointed it at her wet cunt, he gave a shove and it went inside her, stretching her cuntlips apart. 

Only the head was in, he reached underneath her ass and grabbed her butt cheeks in both of his large palms, and pulled her towards him while he was pushing forward with his massive cock.

Lilly screamed at the pain she was feeling, he had popped her cherry, and he was only half way inside. She felt like he was ripping her apart.

Leon didn't move, he just stayed still, letting Lilly adjust to his cock. After a few moments he slowly withdrew, leaving only his cockhead inside.

Once again he pulled her ass towards him as he shoved down hard, ramming his cock in even deeper this time, again and again, deeper with every downward thrust until he was all the way deep inside her cunt.

Lilly's cunt was convulsing, orgasms ripped through her body, juices were just pouring out of her cunt, she wondered when it would ever stop.

Lilly woke up, she was a puddle of sweat, it had all been a dream, my God, it had felt so real, her cunt was sore, she must have been cumming in her sleep for a long time, her sheets were soaked with her juices.

Just then she heard a knocking on her door, it was Mom, asking if she was alright, she had heard her screaming.

Lilly didn't want Mom to see her like this, so she told her she was alright, that she had just had a bad dream.

Lilly couldn't believe how she was feeling, was that really how it would have felt to get fucked by Leon's giant cock, it all felt so real, could it be. 

Lilly was still sitting on the edge of her bed when in walked Suzy.

Suzy took one look at her and said what happened to you?

Lilly told Suzy about her dream, every detail, she could see Suzy was getting hot just hearing the story.

Suzy told her it's a good thing for you it was only a dream, that man would tear you apart.

Suzy went and got Lilly some new sheets, she would just tell Mom that she spilled a dink on the sheets.

Suzy than told her she had a surprise for her and reached into her purse.

She pulled out her hand and there it was, a small,4 inch long, pink vibrator, she got her pink because she is still a virgin, at least in the real world.

Lilly looked at the small vibe. It was plain, no bumps like Suzy's vibe has. It was just smooth, and pink.

Suzy told her to turn it on.

Lilly turned the end and was surprised by how powerful the small vibe was, it felt good in her hand, how would it feels touching her pussy.

Just than Mom yelled up that it was time for dinner, so the girls headed down to eat.

After dinner, they all sat around and talked, they were so happy to have Lilly staying with them.

Lilly told them she was very happy to be here also, she already felt like she belonged.

Lilly and Suzy went up to their room together, Lilly felt so close to Suzy, she really was like a big Sister.

They turned out the lights and put on some soft music to listen to as they both fell asleep.

Lilly woke up, she could hear someone outside, voices, she could recognize one as Ben's voice, they other was a girls voice.

Lilly peeked out the window and was surprised to see, Ben was sucking on this girls tits. Lilly figured it must be his girlfriend Cheryl, she had heard him mention her before.

She couldn't see much, but she heard him say, I'm ready. She watched as Cheryl lowered her head out of site, she heard slurping noises. Lilly realized that she must be giving Ben a blowjob. She could see Cheryl's head bobbing up and down, faster and faster. She heard Ben say, I'm cumming, and Cheryl brought her head up and told him that he tasted great.




Exchange Student



Lilly got back in bed, she wondered what cum tasted like, would she like the taste. She found that her hand had found its way to her pussy, she was wet again.

When Lilly woke up, she found a note by her bed, it read that Mom and Dad had gone to visit Moms sick Aunt, and wouldn't be home till late, and Suzy had to work and she would be home around 8 o'clock.

Lilly was on her way to the bathroom when she heard a sound coming from Ben's room. As she got closer she could tell it was coming from his T.V., but it didn't sound like any show she had ever heard.

It was a porno, she could hear a girl saying fuck me, I want your big cock now.

Suddenly the door opened wide, Hi Sis, come on in. 

Lilly was shocked, did he really think she would come into his room while he was watching a porno. She was just about to turn away, when he said, I know you were outside Mom and Dads room the other night while they were going at it.

Lilly didn't know what to say, he knew, what would they say if they found out, maybe they would send her back to Japan.

Ben closed the door behind her and took her by the hand. He told her he wouldn't tell, if.

She looked at Ben, if what, she asked?

I know you were listening last night, when my girlfriend was sucking my cock, I could hear you.

Lilly started to apologize, but Ben stopped her, it's alright little sister. I won't tell on you, but you have to do something for me.

Lilly watched as Ben stood up and pulled his shorts and boxers down to his ankles.

He only said one word, Suck.

Lilly looked at his cock, the first real cock she had ever seen. 

Again he said it, Suck, more firmly this time.

Lilly was afraid, she felt she had no choice, slowly she raised her hand up and touched his cock, she could feel how hot it felt in her hand.

He placed his hand on the back of her head and pulled her mouth forward, and said open your mouth bitch, suck my cock now.

Lilly opened her mouth wide and Ben shoved his cock inside, his cock was about 6 inches long, he forced it all the way in, she started gagging.

Ben pulled out and let her take a breath, and then shoved his cock back in. Lilly tried her best, she was trying to breathe through her nose. His cock was sliding into her throat, he was fucking her mouth with his cock.

Ben reached down and undid the buttons on Lilly's P.J.s, he reached down and started pinching her nipples, twisting them painfully.

Suddenly Ben's cock swelled inside her mouth, he was cumming, his load was filling her mouth, he yelled for her to swallow his cum, swallow, swallow. Some dripped out and landed on her boobs. Ben told her to take her finger and scoop up the rest and lick her fingers clean.

Ben told her that was all for now, but told her he could still tell Mom and Dad if he wanted.

Lilly ran from Bens room crying, she felt so ashamed.

She hid in her room all day, when Suzy got home she saw Lilly crying, she asked her to tell her what was wrong.

Lilly was too afraid that Ben would tell on her, so Lilly just told Suzy that she was homesick, she missed her Mom.

Suzy didn't know if she believed her, she went in to Ben's room and said what did you do to Lilly?

He told her he was just having some fun with her.

Suzy went back to her room, Lilly was still crying. Suzy put her arms around her and stroked her hair.

Lilly started feeling better, she could feel Suzy's holding her, caressing her. She looked in her eyes and Suzy leaned forward and kissed her gently on her lips.

Lilly felt safe with Suzy, she kissed her again and her lips parted and she felt her tongue touching hers.

Suzy pushed Lilly back onto the bed her top was still undone, she pushed it aside and brought her lips down to Lilly's nipple and sucked it inside her mouth.

Lilly didn't say a word, she watched as Suzy moved back and forth from one nipple to the other, tugging on them with her lips.

Suzy heard Lilly moan softly, she moved her hand down slowly and pushed her P.J. bottoms down. Again Lilly made no move to stop her.

Suzy slide down to her knees at the side of the bed, she looked at Lilly's pussy, she could see she was already wet. 

Suzy looked at the nightstand and saw the little pink vibrator she had bought for Lilly.

Lilly watched as Suzy brought the vibe towards her pussy, she heard her turn it on low, and felt it touch her pussy lips gently.

Suzy slowly moved the toy, Lilly was feeling new sensations, she felt the first small orgasm.

Suzy turned up the speed, and Lilly was really getting wet, suddenly she felt Suzy's tongue licking her, Suzy placed the vibe on her clit. 

Lilly raised her ass off the bed, she was having a multiple orgasm, as Suzy continued to lick her pussy, lapping up her cunt juices.

When Mom and dad got home, Suzy told them what had happened, Ben told them that she had been listening at their door the first night she was here. He also told them that she had watched as his girlfriend had sucked his cock.

Mom and Dad looked at each other, and what they said next sent shivers down Lilly's spine.

Dad spoke first, it sounds like you have got her ready for us, good job.

Dad took Lilly by her hand and brought her into the master bedroom, he pushed her onto the bed and ripped her P.J.'s off. Mom followed right behind, along with Ben, and Suzy too. Lilly couldn't believe Suzy would join in on this.

Before Lilly knew what was happening she was tied down spread eagled on the king sized bed.

Lilly watched as Dad removed his clothes, and walked towards her. He climbed onto the bed and brought his cock up to her mouth. Lilly opened her mouth, she sucked his cock inside, what else could she do.

Mom got on the bed and went right to work on Lilly's cunt, licking and fingering her pussy, getting her nice and wet.

Dad was really enjoying Lilly's mouth but it was time. He pulled his cock out, only to have Ben shove his in to replace it.

Mom got off and watched as Dad positioned himself between Lilly's legs. Mom spread some lube on Dads cock and it was time.

Dad brought his hard 9 inch cock up to Lilly virgin cunt and reached under her and grabbed her ass cheeks He rammed his cock in hard, popping her cherry, sinking all his weight down on top of her. Lilly couldn't scream, Ben's cock was deep in her throat.

Dad was fucking Lilly wildly, ramming all 9 inches deep in her cunt with every thrust.

Ben started cumming in her throat, Lilly swallowed his load, not letting any escape her mouth.

Dad said he was going to cum, Mom moved over and he pulled his cock out of Lilly's cunt and shoved his cock deep into her waiting mouth.

Mom sucked his cock all the way into her throat and when he came, she swallowed every drop.

Lilly looked over at Suzy, she couldn't believe what she saw. Suzy had been video taping the whole time.

Lilly thought it was all over, but it wasn't. 

Lilly looked at the foot of the bed, standing, naked holding his giant cock was Leon.

Lilly closed her eyes tight, when she opened them again, it had all been another dream.



Exchange Student Extraordinaire



This story is a standalone part two to Mina: "Exchange Student Extraordinaire", and is my sophomore effort at writing. It's a long time coming but I am very pleased with the progression of the story so far. Hopefully there will be more sooner this time. All characters are, of course, 18 or older. The original story can be found by clicking on my author name above. I very much hope you'll enjoy both.

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18 year old Allan Green wondered briefly what his Twin brother Adam was up to back in the US before deciding to worry about him later on. After all, he had to get his thoughts on paper while they were still fresh in his memory.... 

Allan set down to write a quick journal entry in his diary for that morning (he had always kept a diary, something that separated him and his brother who wasn't a big fan of writing or literature): 

"Day 1 in Japan: I would like to write more and in detail but I am having to fantastic of a time, and I can hardly concentrate my brain is so clouded with sex.... I got here yesterday, and found it strange that the father was out of town on business and supposedly would be for the entire first month here. Weird. I guess that's how it is in Japanese business. No fooling around with what Americans consider a normal workday or a normal business trip. I didn't realize how great this actually was though, until this morning.

Mina's mother is actually just her stepmother; I do not know the whereabouts of her real mom. Suffice to say stepmom is only about ten years older then I, and fucking unbelievable to look at. Simply gorgeous. And not just attractive, but alluring... She practically oozes sex. Her voice is constantly a come-and-fuck me tone of broken but understandable English, and her demeanor is something out of a porno movie right before the man miraculously finds out that all the women around him just cast clothes and inhibitions aside as if it were normal.

So, like that isn't good enough, they have an Eastern European housekeeper, she looked as if she hailed from one of the former USSR republics, and her Russian-or-something-like-it sounding accent and tall perfectly built frame added up to what I expected would be a lot of masturbation fodder.... And it may, yet, but the masturbation apparently will have to wait for when I'm back home, I discovered this morning. 

I was in the middle of waking up from an unreal sex dream where I was about to cum all over and didn't give two shits about the mess in my dream. I was about to blow my load into the mouth of an unidentified and strangely blurry stranger. I couldn't see her. I just knew she was hot, naked and sucking my cock and I wanted to fill her mouth.

I began to awake, as is the norm with my wet dreams, thinking soon I'd be rolling in a puddle of my own cum, when I suddenly came full force into reality, right as I shot my load. Get this, oh diary: I woke with a start pumping a geyser of cum onto what was blatantly obviously two unidentified women underneath my sheets licking, sucking and giggling. I flung the sheet open just in time to catch the last of my load pumping into the mouth of, of all people, the mother of the student who was 15,000 miles away staying with my own family, and her "housekeeper" sucking at the side of her open mouth, as if to steal my cum from her before she could swallow it all. 

I wanted to ask what was going on, but I thought that it was pretty damn obvious, and that probably one man in a hundred million ever awakes to something like this going on. I was already getting hard again just thinking about what was going on, and decided rather then question it, I'd keep my mouth shut and enjoy.

I pulled the sheets back up over my head so all three of us were no underneath the covers, myself, Silvia, and Mai, (as they'd introduced themselves to me as the night before shortly before I lay down in my hostess' bed and stroked myself to orgasm. The only masturbation I hope to be doing this trip, in hindsight.)

I decided to ensure I wasn't completely showed up, and made a management decision. I snuggled up against Silvia, who was tall mid thirties, and the oldest person living in the house while the man of the house was away on business, and put my left hand down between her legs and began to stroke her engorged clit while shoving my tongue deep in her throat. I then rolled over so she was actually on the outside, spooning me but kept my hand between her legs and me head turned towards her. I then grabbed Mai, and pulled her petite, soft-yet-firm frame against me so I was spooning her, and reached my other hand down, wiped some of my cum from my cock and put my arm underneath and around her so I could hold her against me while putting those fingers in her mouth. She moaned, and that was all I needed. I lifted her top leg and slid my cock into her as far as it would go, and she cooed with pleasure, all the while I'm still doing my best to finger Silvia with some sort of effectiveness behind me. 

She knew, being on the outside, her turn would come and for now the focus was on me fucking Mai. She pressed her naked breasts against me back and reached a hand between my legs from behind to cup and stroke my hard nuts as I picked up speed fucking Mai.  

As if things weren't already completely insane, I got scared for just a moment with fright before I knew the intent of the toy Silvia pulled out from a bedside table, but was shortly thereafter relieved, and actually somehow even more insanely horny when I saw what was happening. 

Silvia had pulled an enormously long average thickness pink double jelly dong from nowhere, and slid one end of it deep in her aching pussy. This is the part where I got scared for just a second, not knowing her intentions at first. That didn't last long. She cooed in my ear to stop, the first words spoken so far since I'd awoke, and told me in her sultry east Europe accent to pull out of Mai, things were going to change just a little.

I did as I was told, and immediately ached to be back inside her. I didn't have to wait long, as Silvia leaned over me, and lubed Mai's ass up, then asked me to slide my cock into the Asian woman's ass. Mai nodded that this was OK, and I did as I was told. The Jelly Dong then, long as it was, was bent around underneath my balls between my legs, and inserted into Mai's pussy where my cock had just been.

I couldn't believe it. I was double fucking Mai with Silvia in a three-person spoon, and I must say, it was absolutely exquisite. Easily the most amazing thing I'd ever felt in my life. I sped up as I got accustomed to her asshole and I could feel Silvia increase her rhythm to match mine. Before you knew it, we were all panting and moaning and dripping in an intimacy I can't properly describe. But it was perfect. I shot a wad of hot cum deep into her ass right as she was screaming from what had to be the hardest orgasm I'd ever seen a woman have. Her continued lack of control over her sexy, utterly filthy, half-English half-Japanese dirty talk made me so horny that, to my own surprise, I pumped a fresh load of cum just as I was pulling out of her asshole, perfectly timed so it covered her back with a stream of slick, white lust, some which ran so that it collected in the small of her back, and the rest filling a lovely puddle in her gorgeous asshole and overflowed down her legs and onto her pussy from behind, just for good measure. She was nearly speechless, and panting, obviously as ecstatic as I was that she had cast aside any lingering doubts she may have had with regard to fucking her "foreign exchange son" the first morning I was with them.

I was curious to a fault about her mind set and how amazingly erotic the way she went about satisfying her pussy had been; accepting a hard fucking from both Silvia and I..... Knowing I made her pussy wet enough to fuck me awake gives me very high hopes for the rest of my time in Japan. God damn if we didn't set the bar pretty high though, now. 

I lifted my body away from her for a moment to avoid being caught in my own mess, and as I moved, Silvia slid in between us, literally, body pressing against Mai's soaking back as she moved up and begged to be sandwiched in between Mai and I. It felt so good to have my skin pressed against her long body. Combine that with knowing she was effectively rubbing my cum all over her body in an attempt to satisfy whatever deep sexual yearning she was restless with, compelling her to act with lustful abandon so complete I might never forget the look in her eyes... Combine all that, and you have what I had become. A young nymphomaniac male, utterly drunk on sex with two gorgeous older women, and no amount in sight that would appease either me or my new best friends. 

I started to stroke my cock using my heavier then normal dose of precum as lubricant, but before I could even begin to put a dent in my needs, Silvia abruptly turned facing me, grabbed my cock and guided it into her pussy. She wanted to watch and wanted me to watch her as I nailed her, and I knew she was truly enjoying it, even when Mai slid the two sided dong deep into Silvia's ass and began to fuck her like it was a friendly competition between us to see who could better use their member, real or not. Every stroke Mai pounded into Silvia felt absolutely wonderful against my cock, as the fit in her snatch was so tight I had to grind my teeth and it was damn near like she was rubbing my cock without a protective uterine wall between her faux fuckstick and my real one.

Shortly, Silvia started screaming and Mai and I both increased our pumping speed to full bore.... I was getting there in short order when Silvia clamped off her vocal sex show by thrusting her mouth against my neck and biting right behind my ear, hard enough to hurt like hell but instead of getting mad at causing me pain, I demanded she do it again and she obliged, Mai still fucking away at her from behind... This time she bit down even harder. Yellow bolts of pain traveled up and down my body, and apparently stopped in at my cock to get a makeover, because the pain transformed directly into an orgasm so explosive I bit my lip and sucked in my breathe like I'd been kicked..,. On the verge of passing out from the ecstasy of it all, I unloaded enormous streams of cum into her, moaning myself with no regard for anything other then selfish, delicious wet fulfillment. As my face gave away the intensity of my delight, she simultaneously showed me what Kegel exercises are really all about, wringing me utterly dry and devoid of another drop of cum for the moment.

We all knew it was time for a nap. I'm getting ready for mine now, but wanted to get this into my diary before it became hazy in my head.... So, Dear Diary, that's how morning one in Japan went........ I wonder how my brother is doing with Mai's (step)daughter back in the states. Certainly not as well as my trip here was going, but maybe Mina was freaky like her matriarch and showing Adam a good time. I think I'm going to call him before my nap. Talk to you later, Diary.~~ 



Exchange Student Gets Educated



Hi. Let me start by telling you a little about myself. My name is Kurt and I am a 20 year old German exchange student in the US. I guess I have that classic Germanic look with blonde hair, blue eyes. I'm not bad looking, but no one would ever call me a pretty boy. I'm six feet tall and weigh in at 185, lean and muscled from football (your soccer), rugby, gymnastics and wind surfing. I've got the balanced body of a gymnast; narrow at the waist, V-shaped lats to broad shoulders. Everyone says my best body parts are my muscular legs and defined abs. That is except for the ladies who have seen other parts of my anatomy. I've been told if there is such a thing as a pretty cock, it is mine. I'm not too long at seven plus, but very thick and topped with an oversized mushroom head and prominent veins. My ass fits my cock; powerfully muscular. 

This story is about when I first came to the states for my third year of university. My school is in Florida, and they try to find families to take students in for their first semester to help with a successful transition. I was lucky enough to get paired up with the Jacksons; Jack, Lisa, and Anna. Jack is a successful business man, mid-forties, six foot three and athletically built in a rangy way. Think of a young Tom Selleck, to include the mustache and the dimples. Lisa wouldn't really count as a trophy wife, as she is his first, but she is a prize. Lisa is ten years Jack's junior, five feet six, one-hundred and twenty pounds, short blonde hair, big natural rack. Lisa is beautiful all over, but she has amazing legs. And finally there is Anna, who was adopted at ten and had just turned eighteen when I arrived. She is an amazing mélange of Pilipino, Thai and Chinese. Anna is petite but shapely, with just-right sized tits for her body; up-turned with nipples that grow to almost an inch long when erect. Anna has a strikingly beautiful face with full red lips, almond eyes, and long jet-black hair. As amazing as Anna is it is hard to say what stands out. But I am an ass man and just thinking about her ass gets me hard. Somehow it is small, yet round and shapely and definitely a butt. I've always been attracted to Asian women, but not those with that "no butt" looks.

I arrived at the airport to be greeted by all three. Jack stepped in first with a hearty handshake as he pulled me in with one strong arm for a quick "man hug." Lisa gave me a big smile and a full body hug, her big soft breasts pressed up against my body as she kissed me full on the lips. No tongue, but no peck either. Her full soft lips lingered just a fraction more than might be proper with a stranger. And finally Anna stepped in with a big hug as well, and another nice kiss as she said, "I've got a big brother!" She's always called me brother from that moment on. Those amazing lips were soft, warm and slightly parted. She smelled and tasted wonderful. I felt a twitch in my groin but luckily we headed off so I didn't embarrass myself right off the bat by sporting wood in front of my new "family."

Conversation was lively as we got to know each other on the drive to their house. That is until we pulled into the drive and my jaw dropped. Their place was about 10,000 square feet in the main building which was a 2-story brick and stone European country style beauty, set in about 3 acres and surrounded by a matching brick and stone fence. The grounds were perfectly manicured with a wonderful pool, deck, sunken hot tub, and tiki bar complex in the back. Adjacent to the pool area was a separate 2-story structure with an outdoor kitchen, bathrooms and a guest suite upstairs that would become my home. My suite had a small kitchenette, generous master bath with a walk in shower and a wall of windows overlooking the pool. Had I died and gone to heaven? Jack helped me with my bags, instructed me to make myself at home and use the intercom to the main house if I needed anything. "We're having a few friends for a little get together to welcome you to America. Festivities begin at 7:00 right here at the pool. See you then." I unpacked, set my alarm and took a quick nap.

I woke up and showered in time to see his "little get together" was already about 30 people and growing. I went down and was immediately greeted by Anna who hung a real flower lei around my neck with a kiss and stuck a pina colada in my hand before taking me around to meet folks. I blushed more than once when Anna would introduce me and say, "This is my new big brother. Isn't he gorgeous!?"

The party was lively with a good mix of ages. I saw little of Jack and Lisa who were busy being the hosts. At some point in the night I noticed Anna and her friend Lucy heading into the main house, arm and arm with some boy in the middle. Lucy was another Asian beauty and classmate of Anna's. Everyone was friendly and did everything to make me feel welcome. But as the night got late and the crowd thinned, an older neighbor Debbie was especially attentive. She was one of these women who did a lot of touching as she practically raped me with her eyes. Although you can't rape the willing and I certainly would have been willing. I guessed her to be about 55, but you could only see it around her eyes. She looked terrific and was one of these people who just oozed sex without even trying. Before things went too far Lisa grabbed Debbie away, saying, "Get your paws off this boy Debbie. He just stepped off the plane; you're going to scare him away." They both headed off giggling at that and whatever else they said as they left me there wondering what in the world have I got myself into?

I went back to my suite and turned on the TV to relax before crashing. There was nothing on the tube so I thumbed through the DVDs in the cabinet and ran across a homemade one simply labeled "Debbie and Bob" with a recent date. The DVD started with a close up of Debbie giving an impressive blowjob to an equally impressive piece of meat. I took my pants off and started stroking myself. She sucked it slow and deep and clearly relished the task. The camera zoomed out to reveal the owner of that meat. It was Jack, with his head thrown back and hips gently rocking back and forth as he thrust into her mouth. The camera panned to the side and centered on a similar scene, but this was Lisa on her knees servicing Bob, Debbie's husband. She had her hands on his ass cheeks as she pulled him in and out of her pretty red mouth.

There was a fifth person working the camera. I wondered who it could be. Maybe it was Carlos or Tish, the live-in housekeeper and groundskeeper? Another neighbor? Could it be Anna? That would be a bit twisted.

The scene on the DVD changed as the women got down into a 69 position. Lisa was on her back licking Debbie's gash while Bob alternately fucked his wife's cunt and his neighbor's mouth. Jack continued to get head from Debbie. 

What happened next surprised me the most. Bob was clearly getting pretty close to orgasm. He pulled out of Debbie, stood next to Jack, and fed Jack his pussy flavored cock. The camera zoomed in as Jack bobbed his head up and down. He took the hard dick all the way down to the base as Bob groaned and busted a nut down his throat. The scene ended with the girls taking care of Jack, and then sharing his load in a sloppy kiss. I jacked myself to and orgasm and headed off to sleep.

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I slept late, made myself a cup of coffee and headed down to the pool to greet the day. Any signs there had been a party just a matter of hours ago were gone. Lisa was lounging by the pool on her back, those magnificent titties naked and firm like a teenagers. Her nipples were large and puffy. She had on a yellow bikini bottom tied in little bows at her hips. She sat up with a big smile and said, "Good morning Kurt, I trust you slept well? Your timing is great. I am ready to flip and need some help with sun oil on my back. You don't mind do you?"

"No Ma'am" I replied.

"Don't you dare call me ma'am. I hope my bare tits don't embarrass you. I know you Europeans are used to this."

She rolled over on her belly and I grabbed the oil and started rubbing it gently into her back and shoulders. Lisa said, "Kurt, would you be a dear and massage my back a little while you're at it? My trainer has been a bastard lately and I'm sore all over."

I worked two summers at a spa in Germany as a masseur, so I knew what I was doing. I started on her neck, moved to her upper back and shoulders, and then straddled her as I took my hands, thumbs together at the spine, and slowly massaged from the base of her spine all the way up to her neck. I stroked her way repeatedly and I soon had her purring like a kitten.

"God that is fantastic. Your hands are so big and strong. Will you do my legs?"

"Of course," I replied. 

I moved down to her legs and applied oil to both simultaneously, starting at her feet and moving up. I had a wonderful view of her scantily covered ass and mound through the thin yellow material of her suit. "You have the most amazing legs", I told her, as I worked both legs in strong smooth strokes ankle to ass. As I massaged her, her legs gradually spread apart more and more, and her suit slid up her cheeks and into her crack. Her cunt was clearly unshaven, and a little hair stuck out on both sides of her suit. I grabbed one leg at the top with both hands and pulled it slowly back, probing with my thumbs as I worked my way down to her delicate sexy feet. She was moaning and groaning as I did one leg and then the other. My eyes were glued to her crotch and as rubbed I could see her cunt through her suit slowly open up like the petals of a flower. The massage was obviously having an erotic effect on her, as evidenced by her moans as well.

I paused for a second and she reached back, undid the ties to her suit bottoms and tossed them aside. "Don't forget my ass. And don't be shy; I don't want sunburn there." 

My cock was harder than steel and I rearranged it to relieve the pressure. Her ass was firm and in great shape, but full and meaty. I massaged the glorious globes of her ass and drank in the sight of her cunt and ass. Her pubic hair was dirty blonde and extended just a little out her ass cheeks and down her legs. In the bright sun light I could see her body was covered with the finest down of blonde hair. Her cunt lips were pink, swollen and moist. I leaned down and inhaled the scent of her female arousal. Her butt hole was also pretty pink nestled in sparse blonde hair, with a very distinct puckered ring. I knelt between her legs and starting at the her feet and going all the way to her neck did one long slow rub, kneading and probing in one long slow stroke. On the way up I probed her mound with my thumbs and just grazed her anus on the way to her neck. At the top of the stroke I had my hard cock pressed into her crack. She slipped one hander under herself and was masturbating as I continued my sensual stroking.

Lisa said, "Kurt, will you do me one more little favor?"

"Sure, what do you need?"

"Will you stick your finger in my ass?"

I didn't answer; I just put a liberal amount of oil on my finger and started to gently rub it into her pretty little shithole in a slow circular motion. I alternated this gentle touch with a slight probe into her ass. She started pushing back to get more inside her, but I kept up the tease. 

"Please stick it in" she begged.

I teased some more before finally penetrating her fully. Her insides were velvety smooth and tight as a drum. It didn't seem possible that something as big as my dick could ever fit up there, but I'd give my left nut to try and see if it would. Lisa was getting close, squirming and moaning loudly. I froze my hand in one spot and watched while she fucked herself on my thick digit and feverishly worked her own cunt. As she orgasmed her sphincter clenched and squeezed my finger. She came in a series of spasms before pulling herself off my finger and collapsing breathlessly on the lounge. I brought my finger up to my nose to sniff and got just the faintest, musky whiff of clean female ass. Delicious.

When Lisa caught her breath she sat up and looked at my rock hard cock jutting out. "Look what I've done to you. Poor baby, let me take care of that."

"But what about Jack?" I said.

"Don't worry, he's golfing with Bob. And besides, he wouldn't want me to be rude to our new guest. Come here."

I stood in front of her and she yanked my pants down. With one hand on my nut sack and one on the base of my shaft, she examined my cock. "Wow. It's so thick! Young man, you are going to be one popular guy when the girls find out about this thing." She slowly licked the underside of my shaft as she looked me right in the eyes. She swirled her tongue around and around the glans and then went back to slowly licking me base to head like a lollipop. When she finally took me in her mouth she swallowed me right down to the root. I'd met this woman less than 24 hours ago, and now I stood there balls deep in her pretty red mouth. Her sucking motion was hard and demanding, quickly pulling the juice out of my balls and down her throat. I unloaded in her mouth. She swallowed every drop and licked me clean.

"Welcome to America Kurt. I think you're going to enjoy your stay. I know I will."



Exchange Student Pt. 01



Hello, My name is Grigor and I spent my senior year of high school as an exchange student in Morgan Hill, California. The year started when I arrived in the airport in the end of August. Heat was unbearable, but I knew how to swim and we lived near the beach, which definitely had its advantages. My host family consisted of my host dad who is an engineer, my host mom, Betty, who is a lawyer and their 9-year-old daughter, Jessica. 

I was extremely nervous when the school started. Mainly, because it was my senior year and naturally, I did not know anybody. However, I am not too socially awkward so I figured it would be fine. First day went quietly. I met couple of interesting people and tried out for the swim team.

First week went without trouble, only thing that bothered me was that I was in the English class with bunch of juniors. I joined the swim team and was very happy when I had my first practice. Everyone in the group seemed nice and they were fascinated by the stories from foreigner's point of view. However, most of the questions came from Kelly - tall and dark brunette with big green eyes and lovely smile.

"Yeah, so I ended yp in class with juniors. I feel like I failed the exams and now I have to retake the class. And let me tell you, that is not the case!." I laughed and drank water. 

"Did you talk to your counselor?" Kelly asked. 

"No, why?" 

"Well, if you hate it so bad, you can change your schedule. I have English on the third period and you could join my class" She smiled, "Plus, I think we will be come really close to each other, if you know what I mean"

I saw where it was going and I shook my head awkwardly, 

"Kelly, I'm sorry but I am gay." 

"I knew it!" She jumped and laughed out loud, "You can chill, I was hitting on you just to see your reaction. Plus, I never jump on guys. They do, just saying. But, seriously, you should talk to your counselor and move to my class. Teacher is pretty boring, but we will have fun." 

"New kid, go back in the pool. You too, Kelly McDean" Coach yelled and pointed to the pool. 

I smiled and quickly jumped. 

Next day, I went to the counselor and changed my schedule. Whole day, I anxiously waited for the third hour to see my new class. I had met some other people, but no one sticked out. I aslo got some flirty looks and sappy love notes from girls, which made me feel really awkward. Not just because I am gay. I am just not used to sexual attention. 

"What the fuck?" Kelly giggled at lunch after I told her everything. "You are super cute. Girls dig athletes. Don't they, Ash? 

"Yeah, dude, seriously. If you ever like change your mind and become straight again, I will spread my legs." She laughed with me. "No, legit. I'll even bring condoms or something"



I knew that she was just joking, but it still felt like a compliment. After talking with them, I went to the restroom to look at myself for a second. I have dirty blonde hair, partially covering my forehead. I have a clear, smooth skin which I always thought was the best part about me. And the light blue eyes which is quite typical in Ukraine. I smiled and looked down at my body. I looked like a swimmer - tanned, thin, not too muscled, with a round ass and skinny legs. I felt confident for the first time because I actually liked what I saw. 

First bell rang and I ran to the class. I sat down next to Kelly and she quickly explained who was who and what were gossips about them. Class was about to start and two boys stormed in rushing and jokingly throwing fists at each other. Shit, I felt like I was in elementary school. Teacher looked at them and sighed. He was about to complain when the door opened once again. 

"That's Chris." Kelly whispered. 

He was a tall, muscular guy. Wearing a light tank top and tight shorts, you could see his well-defined arms, hairy strong legs. I tried to look closely and I swear I could even see his bulge in shorts and nipples through his shirt. I got a weird feeling in my stomach when I first looked at his face. He had black eyes and short dark brown hair. With a straight nose, pale lips, iron jaw and arrogant smile, he created a really masculine and cocky look. 

"Mr. Ebron, why are we late again" Teacher looked at him. 

"I overslept" Chris answered and everyone laughed. 

"How could you oversleep? It's third hour" Teacher snapped with a clear irritation in his voice. 

"Well, I guess I slept too much on second hour." He grinned and sat down, leaving everyone laughing. 

I did not even smile. One might think everyone likes cocky jocks and bad boys, but that's not true. I had hated them since childhood. Mainly, because they had made my life living hell till 10th grade, when I finally stood up for myself. No, jerks like this Chris guy were irritating assholes who just fed on weaker people. 

"Don't go out with him." Kelly whispered. "He fucks basically everyone that has a hole. I know whole bad boy thing is a turn on, but he is a jerk. Plus, pretty sure he digs girls." 

"That's fine" I smiled, "I'll leave him to "everyone that has a hole." 

"Mr Mish..chian..co" Teacher looked down at the paper. 

"Mishenko, Grigor Mishenko" I answered with a grin. 

"Well, welcome Jrijor" 

"Grigor" 

"Pardon?" He looked at me. 

"It's Grigor as in grammar. Not G as in giraffe." 

"Whatever." he grunted and went back to work. 

I looked around in the class and suddenly met his dark eyes. I quickly turned around, but still felt someone looking. I was creeped out for the rest of the period and left the classroom as soon as the bell rang. 

Everything else remained same for a week. I got closer to Kelly and she invited me at her house couple of times. We won our first swim game and I could not be any happier. 

I did not even talk to Chris, but I have to admit something weird did happen. I didn't think about him a lot, but one night, I dreamed about him. He was surrounded by number of girls who were taking turns on getting fucked by him. But for the whole time, his eyes were fixed on me, his dark deep eyes. I woke up panting, in sweat. Taking off my underwear, I put my right hand around my cock and held pillow with another, quietly moaning and grunting. I did not even realize how soon I came. Getting in the shower, I jerked off couple more times and finally cooled off. Finally, I got back to bed, but still couldn't fall asleep. I was too afraid he would be back in my dream to haunt me, him and his dark deep eyes. 

Next day, teacher divided us into groups. I happened to be with a cheerleader named Taylor, a short blonde girl with a nice smile, Chris's friend, Oscar, and two other kids. Oscar was being a real jerk and he started insulting poor Taylor, actually, even harassing her with his inappropriateness. However, she was too afraid that if she said something to the teacher, her reputation would change at school. 

"Babe, are you gonna suck me before I fuck the shit out of you?" Oscar laughed and looked at her. 

When I turned around and saw tears in her eyes, I just lost it. 

"Could you do us all a real favor and shut the fuck up? Asshole"

He muttered something, pushed the desk out of his way and walked up to me. Hell, maybe I could punch him once before I'd go down. He tensed his muscles and was about to hit me, when he suddenly relaxed and turned around to face his two friends, Chris and Big Mike. Chris sat calmly, but you could see his face getting red. He was looking back at Oscar, not even acknowledging me.Then, the meathead bully looked at me once again and, to my surprise, went back to sit at his desk. I was breathing so heavily, my hands started shaking. I could not figure out what had happened, but I was glad that I didn't have to fight this asshole. Soon after, the class ended and I was about to leave when Taylor called me: 

"Hey, Grigor!" 

"Just call me Grig" I answered. 

"Thank you so much for today. You are one of first people who stood up to that idiot." She smiled and rubbed my shoulder. 

"It's fine. He was just being annoying to everybody else as well. You better now?"

"Totally,"Taylor answered,"Hey do you wanna come to my party on Saturday?" 

"You don't have to invite me cause of that. It's ok" I shook my head. 

"Well, you are still invited.I have to go now, see ya on saturday. I'll text you the adress" 

I asked Kelly if she wanted to go with me and she agreed. She also added that I would probably meet Nick at the party. There were two other openly gay students on campus. Danny was a short Mexican guy with dark eyebrows and really cool, flamboyant fashion style. He was not really my type, but the other one, Nick, was every girl's and gay guy's jock dream. With short blonde hair and green eyes, he had huge abs and was completely hairless. Being on the football team, he was not bullied for his sexuality. Plus, he was single and I had not met him, so, I was both nervous and excited. 

For the party, I chose white tight shorts and an orange tank top. Kelly came to pick me up and soon we were at the beach with the rest of the guests. Everyone was drinking, dancing or making out. Even Kelly had found someone, but I was just sitting near the ocean, looking at the sunset. I know, it does sound pathetic and lonerish. 

"So, you are our new exchange student?" I head voice from behind and turned around. 

The blonde guy wore no shirt and shamelessly showed off his six-pack and a huge tattoo on the right shoulder. 

"Grig. And you are?" I asked with a shy grin. 

"Nick. I heard you attacked Oscar. Someone had to put him in his place. Nice job" 

"Thanks," I blushed. 

"So you are from Russia?" 

"No, actually, I'm from Ukraine."

"My bad. So, how is US so far?

"It's good so ..." 

I was interrupted someone calling Nick's name loudly. As I recognized the voice, my heart beat sped up a little and I backed down a little not to stand too close to him. 

"So, how's life, Nick?" Chris grinned, holding beer in his hand. He wore dark shorts and a white tank top, displaying his muscled arms and hairy chest. He looked at me for a second and then turned his attention back to the blonde jock. 

"Awesome. What's up?" 

"Nothing, same old." 

I was shocked by how rudely he cut me off from the conversation. I looked around and saw Taylor waving at me, "Grig, come here for a second". 

I said it was nice meeting Nick and I quickly left to join her. 

"Hey, did I save you?" She giggled, "That Chris guy is even bigger dick than his friend. I thought I'd just get you away from him." 

"No, they were just talking" I answered, confused. 

"Yes, that's how he starts." She rolled her eyes. 

"Starts what?" I quickly asked. 

"It's just that ... never mind, just come with me." She held her hand out for me, but I excused myself to return to the beach. My heart pounded and I somehow felt something bad would happen and it would all be my fault. Chris was gone, so I approached Nick, but he backed down a little and looked away, 

"Sorry, man. I have to go somewhere." 

With that, he picked his shirt up and left, rushing to get away from me. I wasn't a fool though. I realized somehow Chris was involved and I was simply fed up with his jokes. I looked for him around unsuccessfully and asked couple of people to help me find him. They all pointed at the small beach house, so I decided to try my chances. It was getting a little chilly. So, I rushed to get inside. I opened the door and saw two couples in a heavy make-out session. I was about to leave when I saw Chris leave one of the rooms and enter another. I followed him, knocked on the door and did not wait for a reply. I entered and was caught off guard when I saw him standing shirtless in front of me. His broad chest was covered in hair and ended with what looked like a six-pack. 

"You came" he said with a grin. 

"I came because I needed some explanations." I started, getting more and more furious word by word, "First, you do not even talk to me and I ignore me all the time. But, guess what, I don't give a shit about that, but, then all these strange things happen. Your idiot friend looks at you, when he is about to hit me, and then he just stops. What's your deal? Then, finally I meet someone and you scare them away in 2 minutes. What the hell do you want from me?" 

At this point I was already in fury, yelling at him and pointing my finger. He tried to say something, but I yelled at him not to deny it. Then he came closer, piercing me with his intense stare. I went back, but soon felt the wall behind me, I was trapped. I saw him grin and then he grabbed my hips ... 



Exchange Student Pt. 02



He grabbed my hips, pulling me up in the air. Hardly realizing what was happening, I had to put my legs around him not to fall. My hands fell on his chest in order to push him away, accidentally covering his full, hard nipples, but he was way too strong for me. Seeing how pushy I had become, he squeezed me against the wall, making me feel his erect manhood through his shorts. Next thing I knew, his head was too close, his lips pressing against mine. I opened my mouth to protest, but his tongue was too fast. Rubbing against mine, he pushed my lips even further apart and started exploring my mouth. I tried to say something, but all that came out of my mouth was a weak moan.

After five minutes of french kissing, he finally let me go. He smiled when I released an unsatisfied grunt. He pushed my hair back and turned my neck to freely suck on it. I thought I was about to go crazy when the tingling feeling gave me a full erection.

"Stop it." I finally managed to mumble.

Slowly and sensually moving his tongue near my ear, he whispered with his deep voice, "Second you tell me you don't like it, I stop."

"I don't ...uuhh" I nearly screamed when he reached to unbuckle my jeans. Pulling my pants down, he grabbed me aggressively and threw me on the bed. His lusty eyes centered on my tight briefs, he took off his own shorts and threw them on the floor.

"Say you want it." He demanded, spreading my legs to lay on me with his full weight, "Say it!"

He thought he had me. I grabbed him by his neck and pulled him down near my ear.

"Never!" I hissed, playfully biting his ear.

I heard him grunt and when he looked at me, I saw it in his eyes. He wanted me. And, yes, I did want him too. I was actually about to go crazy from all the feelings rushing to my head, heart, and especially cock.

Chris grabbed my t-shirt and tore in half. I was about to snap in protest, but he once again put his tongue inside me to shut me up. As an answer, I pushed him on his back and now I was on top, sucking on his neck and playing with his nipples.

His dick rubbed against my thigh and I knew I could not wait any longer. I started exploring my way towards his crotch by running my tongue over his hairy chest and muscled stomach, until I finally reached the pubic hair.

I stood up for a second and kneeled down in front of the bed, right between his legs. Chris made a funny sound when he saw me in that position, kneeling in front of him, in all my glory, ready to please him as best I could. It was not just that, though. It was more. I wanted to make this cocky, arrogant playboy helplessly beg me for more. 

I had never slept with any one, but I got pretty close couple of times. Two guys at my Ukrainian school had decided to experiment and I gave them blow jobs after they stroked me. But I think the people that really taught me how to suck were guys in pornos and Mr. Ivanov. Mr. Ivanov was my dad's friend who frequently came over to our house. Once, when he got drunk and stayed overnight, my genius parents decided to give him a couch in my room. I was half-asleep when he walked in and started talking about girls, asking me bunch of questions. I became a little uncomfortable and when he noticed it, he started pressuring me even more. He started whining about how his wife never gave him a blowjob because of her conservative attitude. He mentioned how badly he wanted one. When I did not answer, he came over to sit on my bed. I trembled in fear when he touched my hair and pushed me to suck his little, fat penis. I sucked him couple of times that night. I am not even sure I enjoyed it. It was more of a scary and exciting thought - I had done something forbidden. Since then, he visited regularly. Since he knew chemistry well, he thought I could use some lessons. Truth is, all he taught me was pure anatomy. However, we never had anal sex. I did not want it and he did not pressure me.

Now with Chris, I could use some of the oral lessons that I had learned. I slowly pulled his boxers down, massaging his thighs at the same time. When I finally took his underwear off, his fully erect cock popped up. I felt breathless for a second. It was at least 8 inches. I had never seen such a beautiful manhood in my life. It was clean and cut, ending with dark pubic hair and huge, heavy balls. He grinned with pride when he saw me dumbfounded.

I slowly moved my head towards it and smelled the musky aroma created by his cologne and the strong, manly scent. I took a deep breath and started licking his head. I heard him moan and that gave me self-confidence to continue. Massaging his heavy balls, I gently sucked the cock, going deeper, inch by inch. I nearly gagged once, but I changed my position and then it was better. I moved my head up and down and kept increasing the speed. Chris stroked my hair and I kept my eyes on him the whole time. He grunted and moaned, his body shuddering, and when he could not take it anymore, his head fell back and he grabbed my hair.

"Stop, I don't wanna cum in your mouth." He growled and reached my hand to help me lie down next to him. "You were great."

I smiled and moved my lips closer to him. He laid on top of me and once again slid his tongue in my mouth, grabbing and pulling off my underwear with this right hand. He was still kissing me when I suddenly felt a finger entering my anus. I screamed and buried my fingernails in his back.

" I ... I'm a virgin" I muttered, red from embarrassment.

"That's cute" he replied and started sucking on my neck. "Do you want me to stop?"

"No." I finally whispered.

He grinned and turned me on my stomach. He lazily stood up and went to get his jeans. I looked back and saw him taking out a condom, but my eyes concentrated on his ass, his muscled, round ass. Soon, he came back and put a pillow under my thighs, spreading my legs to make himself comfortable. I saw him kneel down and then I turned around, facing the wall. I felt something wet in my anus.

At first, I thought it was his finger again, but then I realized it was his tongue. He added his finger to stretch my virgin asshole for himself. I tried to breathe, and I was about to calm down when the weirdest feeling went through me - like electricity and I nearly jumped. It was like a sign for Chris though, and he started eating my ass out. I kept on moaning and took another pillow to scream into so no one would hear.

After a while, he took his tongue out and added another finger, sliding and turning it in my anus, making me twitch from pleasure.

"Oh God, Chris!" I screamed so loud, he laughed a little.

He probably got tired of it and thought I was ready for the big "guy". He un-wrapped the condom he had taken out and rolled it on himself. I was facing the wall, sitting into the doggy-style position, absolutely ready to be ridden.

Chris moved up behind me and placed his hand on my hips.

"Relax, okay? Beathe and pain will soon go away."

I believed him and closed my eyes, trembling from fear and excitement. Within a few seconds, I felt his head trying to enter. The second I pushed out, he pushed in and I hissed from pain, grabbing the pillow under me not to scream.

"Relax. Breathe." He leaned in, his hairy chest rubbing up against my back. Chris started a slow rocking motion, burying his manhood inside me inch by inch. He kept it inside and continued calming me down. I finally relaxed and he felt free to start moving slow. It still hurt like hell, but it also gave me this weird feeling that I lacked part of my body, a part that Chris gladly gave to me.

He straightened up and grunted like a mad man.

"You are so tight, dude. So tight" He grabbed my ass cheeks and started moving faster.

"Fuck me", I muttered, "Faster."

The decrease of pain and increase of pleasure made both of us feel better. He started pushing in with all his strength, grunting and calling out my name.

He thrust in me even harder, hitting my prostate every time he would enter. Getting close to cuming, he leaned in to kiss my neck. With his bare hand, he grabbed my dick and started stroking it aggressively fast.

I had forgotten all about the game or the shame. I was literally begging Chris not to stop and he would do anything but stop. Our rhythmic movement ended within a few minutes, when he yelled and came inside me. He stroked me so fast I followed him right after, leaving the already dirty bed covered with my cum.

Chris was so exhausted, he collapsed right next to me, panting and hardly breathing. Personally, I felt better than ever. It was not just physical. He had freed me both sexually and spiritually and I never imagined I could be able to find tenderness in such passionate treatment.

I looked at him. He was still resting, his eyes shut and body trembling. He had taken the condom off and his penis was already softening. His thin lips had gone dry, his muscles had relaxed and his chest seemed even broader than usual. Yes, he was as handsome as ever.

I got close to him and put my head on his chest, my right arm playing with his nipple. I was falling asleep, when Chris suddenly moved to grab his shorts once again.

"Do you wanna smoke?" He murmured.

"I don't smoke"

"Pills?" He asked

"What?"

"How about some pills?" He asked.

"No, thanks. I do not do drugs" I replied smile.

"Yeah, you're clean. I knew it. But, that's fine. I like cleanliness in babes." He laughed.

"What did you say?"

"Never mind." He muttered and took a deep smoke.

I was pretty sure it was not just a cigarette. It did not smell like it. I felt a little uncomfortable, but I did not say anything. At least he did not pressure me into anything.

Then, the awkward silence came. However, it was broken, once he stopped smoking and got up, pulling up his boxers and shorts.

"Are you going?" I asked.

"Yeah, I am just gonna chill with my friends, babe. I would invite you, but I don't think you know them or would like them" He replied, putting on his shirt. I understood where it was going and I got a weird feeling, as if a ball was stuck in my throat.

"See you at school then." He waved and left, leaving the door open.

I was so full of emotions, I nearly broke down right there: shame, disappointment, betrayal. I felt like a toy that kids threw away as soon as they unwrapped it and saw what it was. Most of all, I felt empty and naked, both physically and emotionally. I tried to cover myself up with a blanket, but that did not help. My anus felt sore and I felt like I had been full, but part of me had been taken away. A tear formed in my eye, but I simply refused to cry.

I stood up, found my underwear and shorts and realized the t-shirt was torn in half. I left the room and was glad to realize no one paid any attention to me. The room was only occupied by the couple, who were humping like I had been 10 minutes ago. I wondered if one of them would end up as heartbroken as I was at that moment. I left the house and the night wind made me tremble. I walked to the beach to look for Kelly and I finally found her, talking with some friends.

"What the hell happened to you?" She laughed.

"Can you take me home? Please." I answered with my broken voice.

"Ok. let's go" she quickly replied back and said good-bye to everyone.

I would at least get away from that place, get away from him.

***

I was looking at the houses, when Kelly suddenly snapped,

"You know, I love you more than ... well, I love you more than I thought I would ever love an exchange student, but - I know this will make me sound like an asshole - I fucking told you so."

"You did." I answered quietly, "I am not even as mad at him as I am at myself. I acted like one of those dumb Mexican soap opera characters, you know. I should have known better"

"Ok, don't bring yourself down now. We all lose it one way or another anyways." She smiled at me and kept driving. "So ... how did you like it?"

"Oh my god, you are sick!" I laughed hysterically."I don't want to talk about it right now"

"He actually never stuck out as a gay or bisexual" She said after a while, "If somebody else was

telling me this, I would not believe it."

"My sore ass is a fine witness." I chuckled and readjusted my seat so that it would not hurt.

After a while, we fell silent till we reached my house. I carefully got out of the car, said good-bye to Kelly and walked into the hall. The lights were out and everybody had fallen asleep so, I went ahead and entered my room, collapsing on the bed.

Things got better after couple of days. The only reminder of that night was seeing Chris every day in class. He never talked to me and I did not talk to him, either. Our swim team was doing well and I was getting good grades.

In addition, I met Matt. He was on our football team. Medium-built, blue eyes and brown hair, Matt was a popular jock. He was as straight as you could get and I knew it. I did not even like him romantically, we just became really good friends. Kelly, Ash, Matt and I would go to parties together. They had become like a second family to me.

"Chris is a complete dick." Matt said when I talked about that night. We did not really have any secrets with each other.

"I figured that out, thanks." I gave him a fake smile.

"Hey, don't bitch at me. If I had known you, I would have warned you, but something gives me the feeling you would have done the same thing anyway." He sighed.

"That's probably true." I laughed and changed the subject.

I did not talk to Chris till next Saturday, after the party. We were partying at Matt's friend's house and my host family asked me to come home. I could not find any of my friends to give me a ride. So, I just decided to walk because I remembered house was not that far.

I left the water and headed to the street. After an hour of wandering without direction, I finally gave up and stopped to rest. I was lost. Every freakin' house looked the same to me. I sighed and took out my phone. The battery was dead. Great. After taking a short break, I stood up once again and continued walking.

Suddenly, I realized that a car had been following me. I turned around right at the time when its lights nearly made me go blind. I muttered something and looked at the driver's seat of the car that had now stopped right in front of me. I lost all the words when I recognized him.

"Get in the car." Chris growled.

"What? No!" I suddenly yelled and started walking to get away from him. He pushed the gas and slowly followed me, keeping some distance but not letting me out of sight.

"Babe, get in the car, please!" He shouted from behind me.

"What did you call me? Babe? Are you fuckin' kidding me?" I turned back to him, screaming furiously. "And why on earth would I even consider getting in your car after everything that happened?"

"Oh, for fuck's sake!. Just get in, it's not like I am asking you to bend over." He snapped as well.

"Funny, very funny." I retorted without even smiling.

"Keep your voice down. What the hell are you doing in this neighborhood at this time anyway? Do you know how dangerous it is?" He sighed and stopped the car." Just get in the car, I'll get you home and then you can bitch as much as you want."

I looked around and my heart skipped a beat when I saw everything clearly now. In the shade, there were people sleeping. There were no houses around me. It was just a fence and a huge wall for just one building covered in spray paint. I was lost and I realized that declining the offer would be really stupid of me. It was not like he was asking me to bend over, as he said. I opened the car door and got in, without saying a single word. Chris was smiling, his muscles relaxed and he took out a cigarette to smoke.

"So, what do you want to listen to?" He turned to me, "What kind of music do you like?"

"I don't fucking care." I answered, not looking at him.

"Hey, first rule - no bitches in my car. But, you are fine. I guess I violate that rule every day with different ones." He chuckled at his joke and put the cigarette out.

"You are disgusting." I barked.

"Oh, come on. Did you lose your sense of humor together with your virginity?" He grinned.

"Shut up!"

"What's the address? Oh, and I am taking you home. It's way too late for you to go to another party." He grunted.

"Who are you to decide that?" I scolded in anger.

"I am the driver, so ..." He laughed.

"You are not my dad." I answered, shaking my head.

"Yes, but I am someone who ... never mind. Let's just get you home safely and leave it at that."

I told him my address and then we fell silent. I quietly looked at him couple of times. He was still handsome. His black eyes were tensed and he, once again, showed off his body with his sleeveless shirt. My eyes went down to his hairy legs and then there was his cock, hiding under two layers of clothes. I blushed horribly when I realized he saw me looking. I quickly turned around and started looking at the scenery. We arrived at my house and I jumped out.

"Thank you." I mumbled and tried to smile.

"Yup." He rolled down the window and started his car. He went back to the road and yelled out before leaving, "This is just the beginning."

"Beginning of what?" I asked.

"Us."

"No way!" I answered and opened the door. I was about to close it when I heard him:

"There is always a way."

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Hello! First of all, I want to thank my editor, AMGrulz, who has been really helpful. Third part will be published soon and it will be written from other character's point of view. Thanks for Reading! 



Exchange Student Pt. 03



Chris

She moaned every time I thrust in her. Bitch had already come twice. However, I was still waiting for my own orgasm. I guess I was just not on the right mood. I pushed out of her and took off my condom. She whined with dissatisfaction, but I seriously did not care. I did not even know her fucking name. I pulled up my pants and left the room, lighting a cigarette and taking a deep smoke. Truth is, I always enjoyed having sex with both girls and boys. I guess you could call me a bisexual or whatever. I don't give a fuck about labels. Plus, I never even kept it as a secret. All my close friends know about it. I told my mom too but she did not say much. She doesn't really say much at all.

I always enjoyed sex and never really got attached to partners after it. That's how it always was and that's how it should be. Then why did I stop liking it? Actually, I do know why but it's way too much for me to take. I guess I should start from the beginning.

I wanted my senior year to be fun. I would just stay in Cali and open a restaurant or some shit like that. College is for losers anyways. So, I decided to relax and enjoy my last high school year with my friends. Everything went smoothly till that new exchange student got transferred to my English class.

His name is Grig. I remember the first time I saw him. He was sitting with some brunette chick in the front row. He didn't even look at me during the class. I sat in the back and could not take my eyes off of him. He was the sexiest guy I had ever seen. His slightly long golden hair barely touched his shoulders. He looked at the teacher with his big blue eyes and when Mr. Ebron asked him something, he spoke in his sexy accent giving me a quick boner. I could no longer concentrate on the lesson, not that I cared, but still. Every time he sucked on his pen with his full red lips, I imagined it was my dick instead.

"What the fuck is up with you, bro?" Oscar asked, staring at me.

Oscar had been my mate since my freshman year. Yes, he could be a little slow sometimes but he was a good friend and fun to be around with. You could always depend on him.

"What?" I turned around facing him.

"You've been zoned out for like whole class. Did you fucking smoke without me?" He growled.

"Fuck off. I'm just tired" I tried to act as if I had not gotten any sleep.

I suddenly heard a giggle. I turned around and it was Marissa, my other best friend. She was a really beautiful, black-haired girl that Oscar was in love with. I tried to have sex with her my sophomore year, but then I found out how my friend felt about her. Soon, they started dating and I became friends with her. Now, she was one of my best friends. The thing about Marissa was that you could never hide anything from her.

"I think somebody's been a creeper today." she chuckled and pointed at Grig.

"Shut up!" I grunted, "I'm just tired."

"Yeah, I bet" she smiled and drew a little heart on my notebook.

"You are such a bitch!" I laughed and erased her "art work".

After the class, I got a better look at the Ukrainian guy. I nearly gasped when I saw him move in his skinny jeans. I felt a horrible urge to walk over to grab his round ass. Instead, I looked around, blushing, and left the building to go to the cafeteria. Lunch was pretty boring. Everyone at the table was talking about my crush on the new kid. I stopped denying it because it had become too obvious.

That night, I could not make myself fall asleep. I lay on my bed, smoking and slowly stroking my dick. I came couple of times, fantasizing about Grig screaming my name while my cock was about to explode in him. I had never felt like this about anyone before, and that made me extremely uncomfortable. I thought it was because of the weed and it would go away in the morning. However, something even weirder happened. I actually looked forward to going to school for English class, just to see him and how he'd look that day.

"Why don't you just talk to him?" Marissa asked, walking to school.

"I don't know. It's just fucking weird." I shrugged and entered the main hall.

That day, the teacher decided to group us up and I got Marissa and my friend Brad. My mate Oscar was lucky enough to be with Grig. Well, his girlfriend was in my group so I bet he thought the same about me.

I was just laughing with Marissa about how Oscar was giving a hard time to that blonde chick, when I suddenly saw him stand up and run over to Grig. I had seen that expression on my mate's face and I knew he was up to no good. I was about to get up when I felt Marissa's hand on my shoulder. I sat down, all tensed and sweaty from nervousness. It was like Oscar felt it too and he looked at me. He knew that punching Grig would not be a smart decision and sat back down.

Soon, the bell rang and I waited for everyone to leave to talk to Oscar in private.

"What the fuck, dude?" I muttered.

"That Grug or Grag or whatever is a fucking bitch." he snapped. "No one has ever talked to me like that and I won't let that Russian asshole do that ever again! Do you hear me?"

"Calm the fuck down right now." I answered in a completely calm voice. "First of all, he is Ukrainian and his name is Grig and then ..."

"Oh, whatever. Who gives a fuck?" He yelled and went to the door, "Fuck him and get it over with."

The next week or two was less crazy. I never really found an appropriate time to talk to Grig and he did not seem that interested himself. I still fantasized about him in class though. I had to go to the restroom couple of times to masturbate 'cause he got me too horny.

I was surprised when I got an invitation to the party from that blonde chick. She stayed after class to talk to me. She was wearing a tight cheerleader uniform, as if she was trying to show off her boobs and ass. There was nothing to show off though, really.

"So, come if you can." She smiled. "I'll be waiting."

"Waiting for me, or for my little friend?" I asked.

"Who is your lit ... Oh, I get it." She blushed, "Jeez, Chris, that's nasty."

"My penis is nasty? That's kinda insulting." I answered in my deep voice and moved closer to her.

"Yeah ... I mean ... It's not like dirty nasty. It's just ... Why are you making me do this?" She whined, not taking a step backwards.

"It's just that how can you tell if it is nasty if you've never felt it?" I whispered in her ear, sliding my hand in her underwear. "Never felt its length, warmth, thickness."

"Teacher might walk in." She moaned "Follow me to the restroom."

She grabbed her backpack and walked in front of me, teasing her round ass. We entered the girls' restroom and in no time she was on her knees deep throating my length. I quickly came in her mouth, but she spat it out. I pushed my dick back in my boxers and zipped my jeans. I opened the door and as I was leaving I heard her unsatisfied grunt.

"I'll finish you at the party, if you behave." I growled and left her.

***

On Friday, as usual, I picked up my 12-year-old sister after school, dropped Oscar off at his house, and went back home. My mom had fallen asleep on the couch with empty beer cans in front of her. I picked her up and put her in bed, covering her with the blanket. After that, I made a quick meal for my sis and asked her what she did at school.

My father was a cop and he was killed 6 years ago. Things were way better back then. I didn't really love him, but I respected his authority. You couldn't call him a constant abuser, but he had his bad days and those days usually became worse for me. Overall, it was still better than what was to come. He was shot by some drug addict and died two days later in the hospital. The government started covering some of our bills and expenses and his friends helped us out. My mother had never worked and she had no clue what to do. However, people soon started forgetting us and my dad's friends decided they had helped enough. My mother got a job as a waitress and we still managed to survive. She would always sob at night, hugging my sister and me. Years went by and she started hugging empty bottles instead. Her alcohol addiction did not go unnoticed and she was fired. She got another job and was fired in less than a month. That's when I started working for a furniture moving company. We were still pretty tight on money, but I managed to buy a crappy car and could afford some stuff for my sis. I can even sometimes afford shit like weed, cigarettes or pills.

I was not working that day, so I decided to go to that blonde chick's party. I called Oscar and told him to be ready for me to pick him up. It was around 10 o'clock and sis had gone to sleep. I changed my clothes, showered and got in the car.

We were a little late to the party. I looked around and suddenly saw Grig. I got a tingling feeling in my stomach from just looking at him. My hands got sweaty and I felt sudden urge to talk to him. That's when I saw Nick talking to him.

I do not like that guy. Actually, I didn't give a shit about him. Even though he was gay, he was definitely not my type and I never cared enough to even become friends with him. On the other hand, I would not let him work his fucking charms on Grig. I just would not. I don't even know why.

I walked over and said hi to both of them. I could not even look Grig. It felt as if he was peeking at my soul with his stare. I looked away and continued talking with Nick. Fortunately, some chick called the boy and I was left alone with my rival.

"I will make this short." My smile disappeared, "Just stay away from him. It will be best everyone"

"Or what? Are we in 2nd grade?" That bastard decided to be a smartass with me.

"Ok, looks like the short way is not enough for your slow brain." I scolded angrily, "You leave that boy alone unless you want to get hurt, really hurt. Aren't you trying to get that football scholarship?"

"Yeah, so?" He barked.

"It would be way fucking harder to get that if your legs are broken, wouldn't it?" I stared at him, intimidating him even more.

"Why do you give a shit?" He asked, confused and afraid.

"About what?"

"About that exchange student." He looked away, not daring to look me in the eyes.

"He is my biological brother. I am actually Ukrainian." I laughed, "It's not your fucking business. So, move on. Now!"

He mumbled something and hurried away from me. I chuckled to myself and took out a cigarette. I started walking towards the beach house. I guess I had a bad rep at school. I beat couple of footballers up back in freshman and sophomore years and since then, no one even tried to confront me.

I was still thinking about Grig and his red, full lips. I needed to feel them so badly I decided I was finally going to talk to him. I still thought it was ridiculous that I was being shy in that kind of situation, but he somehow managed to expose sides of me that were well hidden. I wanted to keep it that way, but I could not help myself. I had to see him. I was about to go back to the beach, when I saw couple of juniors taking pills in the house. I walked in and asked them for one. They refused at first, but when they realized who I was, they quickly gave me one and rushed to leave.

I swallowed the little pink pill and my head started spinning in no time. I opened another door and fell on the bed. I had never felt that confused and great at the same time. Everything was rotating around me. It got so hot in the room I had to take off my shirt. I sat up on the bed and slowly my senses came back. I still felt a little dizzy, but all I was thinking about was that boy's lips. As I was standing up to leave, the door creaked and Grig walked in. I was stunned. Still being high, I just wanted to kiss him, but he would not stop talking. I walked closer to him and his words became even more distant from me. I did not understand what he was saying. I tried to say something, but all I could do was mumble. He still continued to yell and I just decided to go for it.

I kissed him on his full red lips and then I gradually fell under his spell. The room started spinning around me. I tasted his smooth skin and thick blonde hair, his warm mouth and lovely breath. I was charmed by his intoxicating scent and soft sound that made me go crazy. I looked in his eyes and felt something extraordinary. I lifted him, placing him on the bed. He was like a drug to me. I wanted more. I needed more.

I woke up from this unbelievable dream as I felt Grig's hands around me. I was so confused, I did not know what to do. I offered him drugs and alcohol, but he refused. I should have known - bastard. I felt so stupid. Of course, he would not be a druggie like me. I suddenly felt disgusted at myself. I tried to look away, as he stared at me with a smile. He was like an angel, beautiful and innocent. I had ruined him. I took away his virginity, I nearly made him try pills and smoke weed. I was destroying him like I had destroyed myself. No, he was too good for me.

I left. I had to leave. He looked confused. I came up with some lame excuse and rushed out of the room. 

He would hate me, I knew that. It was still better that way for both of us. Some things are just not meant to be.

***

"So, do you love him?" Marissa fastened the seat belt and looked at me.

"You don't need to do that. I am an awesome driver." I chuckled and started the car.

"Do not change the subject and answer my question." she said in a serious tone.

"I don't even know. I thought I'd get over him after we had sex, but I still think about him ... a lot." I admitted and drove away from the party.

"You can't just get over these things." She sat up and rolled down the window. "Did you even talk to him?"

"No. I don't want to talk to him." I sighed, "I was high and had this weird twisted fantasy. It was beautiful, you know? I mean the sex. I have never had such a strong connection with someone. The thing is that it was probably because of drugs. Plus, we were complete strangers. We had not even talked before."

"Never?" She asked, lighting a cigarette.

"Never. So, it was something beautiful that I don't want to ruin. He was kind of angelic, you know? Even too pure, I'd say ... for me at least." I answered.

"Don't get all emo now!" Marissa punched me on the shoulder, "Shit, what if you are missing out even more by not talking to him!? It might not be ruined, but actually even get better."

"I will just get over him in no time." I slowed down the car. "Plus, he probably hates me already. Here's your house."

"Ok, I'm gonna go now, but don't be a downer." She pointed at me and smiled, "Text me if you figure something out. Love ya."

Marissa closed the door and ran to her house. I smiled at her and started the car. Driving home, I started thinking about work. I'd have to get up early on Saturday. I also had to give a ride to my sis.

I looked around and I nearly crashed my car, my heart skipping a beat. It was Grig, walking around in my neighborhood. At first, I even thought it was because of weed I had smoked. I could not decide what to do. I nearly drove past him, but I did not. What the fuck was he doing there? My neighborhood was horrible and it was full of some shitty assholes. I could not just leave him there, unprotected and alone.

So, I gave him a ride home. I realized he really was mad at me, but I could not help but think it was cute. Just the way he made bitchy comments tried to look all strict made me want him even more. As we got near his house, I realized one thing. He was not part of some fucking fantasy. He was a real person. I smiled, yelled at him and drove away. There was no going back from then on. Grig would be mine.

Grigor

"So, are Ash or Matt coming?" I shouted from Kelly's bedroom.

"No, just us." Kelly shouted back and came out of shower, covered only with a towel.

"So, where are we going?" I asked and sat down on her bed.

"It's supposed to be some college party. It's supposed to be kind of edgy. There will be many gay guys." She started drying her hair.

"Maybe, I can find another guy who fill fuck me and leave me alone in the room." I smiled.

"Don't be silly. Just have fun and relax." She answered, "Forget about that asshole."

It took 25 minutes for Kelly to get dressed. I was about to burn her wardrobe to end her dilemma. We grabbed quick dinner at some fast food restaurant and drove to the party. Getting out of the car, we were greeted with loud music and the smell of weed. It was a huge beach house and there were probably around 150 people in it.

We got in and started dancing. After an hour of non-stop action, I really needed to relax and left Kelly with some dude with glasses. I went to drink water and sat down at the bar to rest. There really were many gays. I had never been in such a place and, frankly, it made me a little shy and uncomfortable. I shrugged and took a can of beer. I looked around and saw one guy checking me out.

He was in his early 20's. He wore hipster glasses and a simple t-shirt with jeans. He smiled and came closer. I could now see his dark brown hair and eyes. He was a little overweight, but his smile and newly-grown beard made him look cute.

"Tired of dancing?" He asked, sitting down next to me.

"All the noise is kind of exhausting ... I'm sorry, I probably sound like a boring old dude." I tried to smile and cover my embarrassment, "It's Grig."

"We could go outside. It's way calmer there." He pointed at the stairs, "It's Mark, by the way."

"I probably should not." I declined the offer, "My friend is dancing down here. I can't leave her alone."

I looked around to find Kelly, but, to my surprise, caught a glimpse of Chris. Chris fucking Ebron. He haunted me like some stalker ghost. I swallowed some beer and turned back to Mark:

"You know what, let me get my friend for a second and then I'll come with you" I patted him on the shoulder and left.

I found Kelly making out with the guy she had been dancing with.

"Kelly!" I shouted and looked at her friend, "Sorry to interrupt but can I talk to her for just a second?"

"Now?" She sighed.

"It will be over in a second, I swear." I answered and grabbed Kelly and moved her closer.

"I'll be outside with that dude with glasses, okay?" I whispered, "So, don't panic if you don't see me."

"Ok, that's fine." She answered and smiled back at her friend.

"Ok, have fun with him." I left them together and joined Mark.

We went outside and it really did get way calmer. We walked to the parking lot near his car and he leaned on it, grinning:

"Here, I got you a drink." He gave me a glass, "Let's have a toast to our meeting."

"Cheers!" I laughed and finished the shot.

He moved closer and put his hands on my waist. Pulling me to him, he kissed me and sucked on my neck. I started moaning and put my hands around him. Mark grabbed my ass and placed me on the bumper of the car. He pulled out a condom and kissed me once more.

It's hard to explain, but as soon as he started unzipping his pants, I realized I did not want to have sex with him. I tried to pull him away and said I was not ready but Mark would not have it. He begged me to continue and squeezed my ass even more. I pushed him with more strength that time, getting annoyed.

"You are such a fucking tease." he scolded in anger.

"Just fuck off!" I tried to stand up.

"You don't talk to me like that, you shithead." He yelled and pointed at me.

"Leave me alone ... shithead!" I yelled back.

Out of sudden, he grabbed my hair and forced me to turn around. I shrieked as he tried to take off my pants.

"Stop it, please! I'll scream I swear!" I cried out and tried to get his hands away from me.

"Who the fuck will hear you!? Everyone screaming and shouting anyway." He muttered and twisted my left hand.

I screamed from pain, as tears started rolling down my cheeks. I tried to run away and hit him with my left leg. It seemed to hurt him, because he shouted my name and leaned on the car, backing down. I cried out once more and tried to get away, my legs trembling as I ran.




Exchange Student Pt. 03



There was no one around us. I looked back to see what he was up to and suddenly felt a sharp pain in my stomach. He hit me again, making me stumble and falling on my knees. I looked up and felt him punch me in the face, hearing the loud sound my bones made. He grabbed me by hair and pulled me back to his car. I cried, swallowing my own tears.

"Shut the fuck up, bitch." he slapped me and shoved me in the car.

"Stop!" I screamed uncontrollably and pulled his hair with all the strength left inside.

I felt his hand around my neck, choking me.

Kelly

"I'll be outside with that dude with glasses, okay?" Grig whispered, "So, don't panic if you don't see me."

"Ok, that's fine" I answered and smiled back at him.

"Ok, have fun with him." He finished and joined that guy.

I turned around and went straight to Jed.

Jed was a sophomore in college and he wanted to become a lawyer. That didn't really matter to me. I just wanted to have fun and I was having fun. I had danced my ass off and now I was going to make out with a hot college guy.

"So, what did your friend want?" He asked and pulled me closer to him.

"He just went out with some guy. He is gay and I am totally, like, okay with that. I think of myself as a liberal." I chuckled and kissed him.

"Yeah, totally. Which guy though?" He asked and licked my ear.

"Stop," I grunted and pushed him away, "It's, like, a total turn off that you are talking about some guys while you are like making out with me. But, he went out with that hipster-wannabe with glasses and a red shirt."

"I thought he was your friend, not some guy." Jed replied, a little confused.

"Well, he is my friend. He is still like, some guy to you." I sighed, "Kiss me now."

I pushed my lips and slid my tongue next to his. I was about to put my leg between his thighs, when he suddenly stopped:

"What now?" I whined.

"I think your friend went out with Mark fucking Knepper." He explained quickly and looked around.

"So? Who is that guy? Some kind of a serial killer?" I laughed.

"Close enough. Together with being a spoiled rich bastard, he is a drunk asshole and I am pretty sure he forces boys into sex." Jed mumbled nervously.

"Shit."

I turned around and started yelling for Grig. no one answered. I remembered they were going to go outside so I pushed people out of my way and left the house as soon as possible. Jed was right behind me, asking his friends if they had seen Mark.

I started desperately running around from car to car but there was no trace of neither of them. I looked back and saw somebody else, Chris. I was so scared at that point that I would even ask Satan himself to let me find my friend.

"Chris," I yelled out, "Come ... now! It's like, an emergency situation. I think we are like in a big mess. I really need you or like, your help"

"Slow down now!" he laughed, "Stop saying 'like' so much and tell me what's happening."

"Well, there is not really much time. Grig left with some sex pervert and we can't find him!" I yelled back at him, trembling with fear.

"What?" His face turned white. "Where did they go?"

"Somewhere outside." I replied with a yell.

"Let's go then!" he yelled back and ran towards the back of the beach house.

I took off my high heels and ran after Chris. We kept yelling out Grig's name but there was no response. I could hardly even breathe. I had lost Jed too, but finding my friend was all I cared about at that point.

After circling the house for couple of times, Chris stopped to catch breath and look around.

'How did this even happen?" He muttered, "Do you have any idea where they went?"

"Grig told me they would be outside." I kneeled down, sobbing and trying to calm my nerves, "Nothing else. I did not know about that pervert."

"Ok, look at me" Chris came to me and turned my head up, "I will run back in the house to stop the party and make everyone search for them. You can go around once more and see if you can find them. We need to pull ourselves together."

As soon as I took a deep breath I heard a desperate scream. I froze for a second but as I saw Chris running in one direction, I just decided to follow him. Sound came from a parking lot, located near the beach house. It suddenly hit me. We were so dumb not to look there.

We did not have any more time to think. As Chris entered the parking lot, he suddenly stopped and tensed his muscles, turning around and ordering me to be silent. He looked like a wild beast, ready to hunt down his prey and to tear out the flesh with his bare teeth. The second we heard a loud grunt coming from the right, he ran with the speed of light.

I tried to keep up with him, but my legs were not strong enough. I even thought I had lost him when I turned in the corner and saw him jump on some guy with a horrible roar. I gasped in terror as I glanced motionless body lying in the back of the car.

I was about to faint but I pulled myself together as Chris had said. I walked to the car and saw Grig, looking cold like an ice. I dragged him out of the car, sat him up and checked his pulse.

He was alive.

I took one more deep breath and slapped him with all strength that I had. I sighed in relief as he cried out and opened his eyes.

That's when I looked back and once again grasped in terror. Chris was on top of Mark, his face red from anger and his hands red from the rapist's blood. He was punching him in the face uncontrollably with tears filling his eyes.

"Stop!" I screamed, "Chris! Grig's alive ... Chris, you'll kill him, stop!"

Chris looked at us and stopped. He stood up and came to us, his hands bruised and trembling. It must have been the sight of blood that made Grig panic, because he crawled away from his rescuer and hugged me, weeping quietly.

Chris looked away to hide the pain in his eyes. For a second I could not even believe that was the same person who had been bullying kids for his first two years of high school and had left Grig alone right after taking his virginity.

I hugged my friend tightly and slowly whispered in his ears:

"It's okay now. Shhh, calm down ... It's all over ... You're with us now."

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I want to thank AMGrulz for editing my story. I know that there are no sex scenes in this chapter, but I feel like it needs a little emotional build up before it happens again.



Exchange Student Pt. 04



Grig

I was running as fast as I could. It still was not enough. He was too close. He grabbed me and turned me around. I saw his hands covered with blood ... my blood. I crawled back and closed my eyes, imagining it was all just a dream. I felt his deep breath as he came closer. I screamed with fear and jumped at him, making him fall on the floor and choking him to death. Suddenly, everything went black around me, making all my muscles stay tense and alert. I looked at the body, but I did not recognize the face. It looked familiar, but at the same time it rang no bells.

I head a soft sound from the behind me and turned around. It was a full-breasted woman with curvy hips and curly blond hair. She kneeled down in front of the corpse and sensually kissed the boy's forehead.

"Get away from him." She hissed with hatred in her broken voice, "He's dead."

She stood up and approached me, looking at me with her sea-blue eyes.

"He still broke you." She smiled, running her fingers over my face, "You're broken."

I opened my eyes. It was just a dream - a cruel, meaningless, sick nightmare. I looked around and stood up. It was already 5:45. I would have to go to school soon, anyways. I opened the bathroom door and turned on the lights. I looked at myself in the mirror. My shirt was wet again. I took it off and dumped it in the basket. My bruises were almost gone. Yawning, I took off my boxers and started the shower.

Having an extra 20 minutes for a longer shower gave me enough time to think about past month. I was attacked by some maniac at the party. After the accident, Kelly and Chris took me to the hospital where I spent my next two days. My host parents were in shock and blamed it on me, as I had snuck out of the house that night. My host mom claimed I was a bad influence for her child, and that I left no option other than leaving their house. I had to call my parents and tell them everything. They demanded I come back, but after days of long conversations, they agreed to give me another chance, as long as I stopped going out at night.

I did not need them to tell me that. Even the thought of a party made me tremble. I thought I'd have to find a new family, but when Kelly found out about my host parents' decision, she went to their house, called them assholes, and then talked to her own parents into hosting me. Martha and Louie, her mom and dad, already knew me and once they heard everything, they did not need any persuasion.

Today made it three weeks since I had left the hospital. I still had to see a psychologist, Ms. Raber, twice a week. Going to school was hard at first. I knew everyone had heard about it and no one said anything to my face except for one or two girls who I was not even that close to. I was still friends with Ash and Nick. It was weird seeing them at first, but Nick's jokes and Ash's easy-going nature made the ice breaking process way easier.

I started listening to new music. I could relate more to artists like Fiona Apple, Florence Welch, Bjork, and Zola Jesus. 

Everything was falling back into place, but it still felt as if I had something left to do. I guess it was my conscience's way of telling me to talk to Chris. Nonetheless, I never did end up thanking him for that night. As weird as it sounds, that night made me want to avoid him even more. Whenever I would look at him, all I could think of was his uncontrollable aggression, and hands covered with blood. It was an irrational fear that soon transformed into inability to stay around him. Yes, I couldn't stand Chris. I couldn't be around the guy who saved me from getting raped by some sick bastard. I loathed him and I could not help it. Seeing him was associated with my body trembling and my voice shaking. I could not take his stare and I hated seeing how that night had changed him. He was not joking in the class anymore. He was just silent during the lessons, and would leave as soon as the bell rang.

The bastard was in jail. His trial would be held in couple of weeks. Thus, I was constantly visited by lawyers and detectives, making me recall that night over and over again. It was a little consoling that I knew he would be punished for what he had done. I was still shocked that he had forced some other guys into sex but no one had spoken up before my incident. 

I turned off the water and grabbed my towel. I dried myself, brushed my teeth, and put on some clothes. I went down to the kitchen. Martha and Louie were both up.

"Any bad dreams last night?" Martha looked at me and smiled.

"Nope." I lied, and opened the fridge to get milk for cereal.

"Good. I'm glad to hear." She concluded, and went to her room, looking for her purse.

I ate my breakfast and waited for Kelly to finish hers. We grabbed our backpacks and left for school. She parked her car at the school's parking lot and got out. She joked about something and we ran to our classes, as we were late ... again.

*** Our assignment for English class was Nineteen Eighty-Four by George Orwell. I had read it before because the whole story mainly revolved around a country similar to what the Soviet Union would have become in the near future. Being Ukrainian, I was simply interested in Orwell's work. Anyways, we had to write an essay on the freedom of a being. I was pretty happy with my 'A' but my mood changed immediately once the teacher turned to Chris: 

"So, Mr. Ebron, still no assignment? You could at least get half the credit." 

Chris just shook his head as an answer. He did not even bother to look at the teacher.

"That's weird." Mr. Wells laughed cynically, "Everybody, Mr. Ebron did not do the homework. Is this a sign of apocalypse? Maybe Mayans were right after all." 

"That's like, not even funny." Kelly whispered to me. 

Nobody dared to laugh. First, Kelly was right. It really was not as funny as that asshole Wells thought it was. Secondly, it took some guts to laugh at Chris Ebron. Nobody would want to get on his list. The class was dead silent. 

"Now that we all peed our pants laughing, could you go back to whatever you were talking about." Chris answered lazily. 

It should not have come off as a surprise that the teacher did not find Chris' answer funny.

"Mr. Ebron, leave the class ... now! Principal's office!" Mr. Wells fumed. 

Chris got up, grabbed his pen and left the room without saying a single word. I felt so bad. Was it because of me? I couldn't help but blame myself. Even though he had been like that before, he had become even lazier and more indifferent than ever. I asked the teacher's permission to go to the bathroom and left class hurriedly. I had to find out because even though I did not want to talk to him, I still refused to become the reason for someone's failure. I looked around the hall and saw a familiar figure entering the restroom. I followed him and opened the door. His eyes fell on me immediately. I suddenly felt uncomfortable again, choking and wanting to run away. My voice was shaky but I still managed to mumble out few words. 

"I thought you were gonna go to the Principal's office." 

"Fuck that." He answered with disgust, "What the fuck do you want?" 

"I ... is everything ok?" I suddenly asked, my voice still shaky. 

"What?" He genuinely seemed confused. 

"I just wanted to know ... if ... it's because of me ..." I felt like dying, "You know, you've just become ... a little ... how do I say it? You just care less about school and stuff, I guess. I know you never were a school kid, but lately ..." 

"No," he interrupted me, "It doesn't concern you." 

"You sure?" 

"Yes, I am fucking sure." He answered angrily. 

"What's it about then? I wanna know." I demanded. 

"Wait, so we fucking talk now?" he barked, "First, you don't wanna see me, then you fucking ignore me for weeks, and now you suddenly wanna hear my life stories?!" 

"I'm sorry." I quietly mumbled, "That's ... that's not your fault." 

"Fuck yeah, I know it's not my fucking fault." His voice went higher, "Tell me, Grig, was it that hard to say one thing to me? I've been just randomly guessing how you were doing or fucking stalking Kelly to get two words about you. So, was it ... that hard?" 

"You've no idea." My voice suddenly broke down and I felt tears in my eyes, "You have no idea. Every time I look at you, I have to look down on your hands to see if they are still covered in blood and it sickens me, you know? Knowing that you were the one who saved me and I can't even fucking look at you anymore." 

Tears streaming down, I rushed over to the door and just as I was about to leave a strong hand grabbed me from the back and turned me back to him. I gasped at the familiar taste in my mouth. I put my hands on his broad shoulders and moaned from the ecstasy. The fantasy sequence ended as suddenly someone tried to open the door, making us break off the kiss. 

"Get the fuck out!" yelled Chris. 

It suddenly kicked in. We were standing in the public bathroom, still unable to fully comprehend our sexual and emotional frustration with each other. The kiss suddenly felt dirty and wrong ... not in a sexy way. What the hell was I doing? I wiped off my tears and looked at him. 

"You should get back to the class now." He muttered calmly, "Meet me after school in the parking lot." 

He left the room and the same feeling of loneliness came back. I looked at the reflection of myself in the dirty mirror. I looked awful. Something had left me. A part of me died that night. I suddenly got the urge to scream and break something. Remembering the therapy lessons, I grabbed the door handle and squeezed it for a minute as hard as I could. Once I calmed down, I checked myself out in the mirror once again and left the bathroom. 

The rest of the day went dully. I could not concentrate on the lessons because of Chris's words. I did not know what to do. I kept everything to myself, knowing Kelly and Matt would give me rational advice and - let me tell you, none of what was happening to me felt logical or rational. I just needed to act on my feelings, on my instincts. I needed to feel alive again. They wouldn't get me.

When the last period ended, my heart started pounding really heavily. I told Kelly I had a club meeting and asked her not to wait for me. Once I made sure she had left, I went over to the parking lot looking for the familiar grey truck. There it was. I gasped nervously and slowly went over. I felt like running away but I pulled myself together. I approached the car and saw Chris sitting there ... alone. 

I had to draw my breath from just looking at him. He was wearing a V-neck shirt displaying little curls on his chest. He was tossing his head back and forth rhythmically as he listened to what sounded like a Bob Dylan song. I knocked on the window and opened the door. 

"Hey." Getting in the car, I tried to sound as casual as I could. 

"Hey ... close the door, we are going on a trip, babe." He looked at me and started the car. 

"Wait, what?" my casual tone went away instantly, "Chris, where are we going?" 

"We are going at an awesome place at the beach." 

"Not sure it's a good idea." I muttered quietly. 

"Me neither, actually." He pushed gas laughing and we left the school. 

I did not even bother to make him stop the car. If I wanted to feel alive, I would need to follow my heart for once. Then again, if you had asked me a day earlier if sitting in the car with Chris fucking Ebron was something my heart would be willing to try, I would have said you were crazy.

Suddenly I realized I knew the song. It was "Song to Woody". I chose not to say anything about it. Actually, we were both quiet, not saying a single word. For the whole ride, I was just looking out the window and listening to the Bob Dylan classic. The level of awkwardness was literally off the charts. 

We finally arrived at the destination after 20 minutes of driving. Climbing out of the car, I looked around and enjoyed the scenery for a second. The Sun was up, but it wasn't hot. A little breeze and the sound of waves made evening a little more pleasant. I decided to take off my sneakers and walk down to the sea. I was wearing shorts, so I was not really worried about getting them wet. I did not go too far though. It was enough just to feel the warm water on my feet. I looked back and realized Chris was not planning to join me. He had sat on the sand observing me. I started feeling emotionally naked all of the sudden. The beach was so empty too. It was just us, a middle-aged couple swimming far away and a freaking seagull stumbling around the beach like a total idiot. The ocean was empty too -- huge and lonely. After couple of minutes, I decided to go back to my tour guide and took a seat next to him. I don't know if it was the calm scenery or the aftermath of an amazing kiss but I did not feel any hatred toward him anymore. The way he was just sitting there smiling ... it made me want to let that moment last for eternity. 

"Chris, what are we doing here?" I asked slowly, looking at the ocean. 

"I thought you'd enjoy the scenery." He answered with a smile on his face, "There is a cave too. It's pretty fucking cool. My dad and I used to come here all the time. We should totally check it out." 

"Yeah, sure. Wanna go?" 

I helped him stand up and he took the lead me following in the back. He just started briefly recalling the things he had discovered there and stuff like that. I could not concentrate on what he was saying because the memory of telling him how I hated him came back to me. I suddenly felt extremely ashamed. The guy had saved me from a rapist, took me to a romantic place and I was just being a self-centered asshole the whole time. On top of everything, he had lost his usual cocky side and was just sincerely sharing his experiences. Jesus, I really was going to hell.

"Here we are." 

It was an ordinary cave. It was empty and it got darker the further we went in. Finally, he stopped and took a seat on one of the stones. Then he patted me on the shoulder and asked me to sit next to him. 

"It's quiet in here." He whispered, "Isn't that nice?" 

"Yeah, I guess." I mumbled as an answer, trying to hide my uneasiness. 

I hated the silence. It made me feel alone and abandoned ... just like I was that night. I closed my eyes as my heart started pounding faster. I needed something hard to squeeze to calm down. I was starting to freak out but then my left hand touched Chris's hand. I automatically squeezed it as hard as I could, making him cry out from the sudden pain. 

"I'm sorry." I whispered and let go of his hand, "I'm so sorry. It's just all the anger." 

"It's ok." He whispered back and kissed my hand. 

He kissed it again and I realized I wanted him. I leaned in and kissed him on the lips. 

"I love how full your lips are." He growled as he kissed me back. 

With each second, the kisses got more and more sensual. I moved my hand down to his stomach and playfully ran it up his chest. He grabbed my shirt and threw it in the corner. 

"Do you have the ... condoms?" I asked nervously. 

"Yeah." He answered as he took off his on V-neck. 

"We should go somewhere lighter. It's too dark in here." 

"Sure, whatever." 

I reached for his hand and took him closer to the beach. It was perfect. We were still in the cave so no one could see us but there was enough light to see each other ... and observe. 

His skin was glowing in the sunshine. His strong arms were as tense as ever, making his chest go up and down. His chest hair went down to his crotch in a thin, dark line. I kissed him on the neck, sucked lightly on his nipples and moved further down, step by step, kiss by kiss. Smelling his masculine odor, I felt my boner tightening in the pants. I reached my hand up to his bulge and caressed his manhood. Chris gave me a loud moan as a sign of approval. I unbuttoned his shorts and took off his boxers. I smiled when I saw his dick pop up and slap against his stomach. I grabbed it with my right hand and started stroking him slowly. I tenderly slid my lips over his dick as I swallowed the salty-tasting precum. I started applying more pressure as I swirled my tongue around his head. It seemed to drive Chris nuts because he tilted his head back, grabbed my hair and cried out my name. I chuckled to myself and continued deep throating him. 

"Shit, Grig, I'm cumming." 

I felt his veins tightening and suddenly he shot. I had to move my head back not to gag. I tried to swallow it all but some of the sperm ended up on my face. I licked up all the rest and looked up at him. Chris was still quietly moaning, his deep breath getting lighter and lighter. Finally, he looked down at me, slowly wiped all the cum off with his thumb and made me lick it. 

"Yummy" I chuckled and licked my lips. 

"Ok, your turn." Chris kneeled down in front of me and made me lie on the ground, "Just relax and enjoy." 

He placed himself between my legs, resting his whole weight on me. He gave me couple of tender kisses and then started sucking on my neck. I had to literally bite my tongue to stop from crying out in ecstasy. He seemed to enjoy it, because he continued moving further down with a huge smirk on his face. As he licked my left nipple, he started twisting the right one so hard it almost hurt. I moaned quietly and pulled his hair gently. As an answer, he teasingly rubbed my throbbing penis and carefully swirled his tongue around the head. 

"Now comes the best part." He growled as he spat on his left hand. 

Biting his own tongue, Chris spread my cheeks and put his middle finger inside me. Now, he was sucking me as he searched for my prostate. After seconds of twisting his finger, my loud scream let him know he had found the spot. Realizing I was about to come, he put three of his fingers in my asshole as he deep throated me. After nearly a minute of uncontrollable moans and grunts, I yelled out his name once more and came as hard as I could. He was not a huge fan of the sperm taste, so he pulled his head back on the last second and stroked me as I came on his hairy chest. 

I tried to sit up but my knees started shaking at the attempt to move. We just lay on the sand and stones, speechless. However, I then got a weird idea. I place myself on top of him and started licking my own semen off his chest. I had never been crazy about my own sperm. I don't know if it was because it came off Chris's yummy chest or if it was just my post-orgasm happiness but I did not finish swirling my tongue all over him till he was clean and wet. 

Then he made me lie next to him, putting his strong arm around me. I looked at him and all I could feel was pure happiness. He was gorgeous. The sweat was still running off him and the sunshine made his body shinier. His smell was dizzily musty -- mix of his cologne, sweat, sperm and natural odor. He was looking at the beach with a grin on his face. A grin that made me smile as well. 

"Hey, we should totally go swimming ... naked." I gave Chris a teasing smile and rubbed his manhood, "What do you guys call it?" 

"Skinny dipping." He responded with a chuckle. 

"And then you will fuck me..." I grinned and landed a kiss on his dry lips, "Fuck me with that long, beautiful cock." 

"Jesus, it's even fucking hotter with your weird accent." Chris growled and kissed me back. 

We were about to start round two of the make out session as something bothering me the whole day, came back to mind. 

"Hey, about earlier ... I just wanted to make sure that what you said about me not being the reason for your, you know ... issues, is true." I moved my hands to put them around his body, resting my hands on his chest. 

"Yeah...I mean, that was true." He said after a long pause. 

"Well, what was it then?" I looked him in the eyes, "Don't worry, you can tell me." 




Exchange Student Pt. 04



"Shouldn't we go swimming?" He sat up, "It's already getting darker." 

"Hey, look at me." I patted his shoulder tenderly, "You can trust me. You know that, right?" 

He looked me in the eyes. I felt like he was undressing me emotionally. At one point I had to look away. I just could not take his darkening stare. It reminded me of that night ... how his hands were covered in blood and his stare was totally blank. Except, now it was something else that made his eyes darken. 

"Actually, I think it's late and we should just go home." He muttered standing up and grabbing his boxers. 

"Are you really gonna do this again?" I asked, my voice getting high.

"Do what?" he replied zipping his pants and looking for his shirt. 

"Do what?! You know fucking what." I answered angrily, "We get these emotions, then we fuck and then you run away like a pussy, afraid to display any human feelings whatsoever and you leave me behind like some goddamn broken toy." 

"Don't act like you fucking know me, okay?" He turned to me, pointing and yelling, "'Cause you fucking don't. You don't know a thing." 

"Then tell me." I sighed sitting up. 

"Fuck off." He replied dryly, "We should go." 

"Why are you so freaking insecure all the time?" I asked and slowly stood up, "You are pushing me away ... again. All I'm saying is ... maybe you don't need to. Maybe, you need some help and I might be ..." 

"I need help?" he interrupted, "Does not fucking seem like it. I wasn't the one who was raped and beaten up by some pussy with glasses." 

That was it. I lost it and, much to my embarrassment, punched him in the face. It was all so sudden that I only realized what I had done once he started cussing and twirling, covering his face. I'm not the fighter type. 90% of the fights I've seen were on tv or in the movies. So, I thought it was supposed to hurt to punch someone with all your strength, but all I felt was adrenaline rushing to my head and the utter shock of what had just happened. 

"You fucking lunatic." Chris yelled out spitting and retreated to the beach, "I could have fucking killed you for that, you fucking fuck. Shit! What's wrong with you?" 

Then he opened his car, grabbed a bottle of water and poured some on the hurt spot. I stayed back at the cave, still mad and confused at what had just happened. I still could not believe he had gone there. He knew it'd hurt me. That's probably exactly why he said it. He wanted to hurt me. I looked around and was amazed at how the scenery had changed. The sun was going down and the ocean was not as calm anymore. Waves were bigger and the sounds had become more and more aggressive and tough. After sitting and thinking for couple of minutes, I decided to go to Chris's truck.

"I think it's time to leave." I mumbled quietly. 

"I think so too." he gave me a cold look. 

I was approaching the car as I heard him say: 

"Do you like, need a ride?" 

"Sorry?" 

"Do you fucking need me to drive you home?" he scolded and got in the car. 

I understood what he was trying to imply. I looked around, realizing I had no fucking idea where we were. However, at that moment, I knew there was no way I'd be getting in his truck. 

"No, actually." I turned my eyes to the beach just not to look at him, "I don't need a drive. I'll go home on my own. Let me just ... grab my phone and the backpack." 

My eyes tearing up again, I grabbed my stuff and was about to close the door behind when I felt his hand holding me. 

"Okay, that was stupid of me to ask." He groaned, "Let me just get you home." 

"Don't touch me, please." I answered, my voice breaking down, "Just leave. I know how to get home." 

"Bullshit! Come on, man." He got out of the car, "Just ... let's go. Don't do this." 

"No, Chris ..." I pleaded, "Leave. I'll be fine, I know the way home." 

He looked at me once again, gave a long sigh and got back in the truck. I turned around because tears started streaming down. After everything, he just didn't deserve to see me cry. 

Taking the phone out, I checked where I was and then asked Kelly to pick me up. 

Far away from me was that seagull again. It was still walking around and then I understood. It wanted to fly away more than anything, but its wing was broken. It probably took its ability to fly for granted before. We are like that too. We are able to breathe since we are born. Then, there comes a day when something takes that ability from us and we realize how sensational fresh air was. We try to breathe again but we can't anymore. It's gone forever and we are just left there ... breathless.



Exchange Students



Transsexualsim can be loosely translated as the right gender in the wrong body. This is a science fiction version of such an experience. It is classified in the science fiction section because it is a science fiction story, but it might fit as well within the transsexualism section to warn persons who would not enjoy transsexual stories to avoid reading this one. Please be warned, it does eventually develop transsexual content that some may find very difficult to enjoy. If you would dislike, or even hate, such stories, then try something else more to your liking. Don't read a story you won't like! Also be forewarned, the use of gender pronouns will at times be inconsistent and perhaps confusing. This is intentional, as it is part of the story. Also note, the story starts a little slow, but it does eventually take off and can be read in sections. Finally, having said all that, I hope you enjoy it!

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Marcia Martin and Michael Brady didn't know each other. There was a reasonable chance that they might have known each other. Both were students at Livingston College. Both were in their third year of college. They were both twenty. They may have even taken a course together, or at least seen each other. But, if they did see one another, they wouldn't think twice about it. Why is one person any more special or interesting than another?

They might though have made a pretty good couple. If they had both enrolled in Match.com or eHarmony there was actually a pretty good chance that they would in fact be matched. They had quite similar interests. They both liked taking an afternoon walk in the park, they both liked romantic comedies (although Michael would be hard pressed to admit it), they both liked playing board games (Scrabble was Michael's favorite; Trivial Pursuits was Marcia's), they both liked college football (although Marcia would be hard pressed to admit it), they both liked reading historical novels (that was a pretty obscure match), they both liked eating healthy foods (with the exception of extra salt on very buttery popcorn), neither liked to drink (it wouldn't be legal anyway), neither had any interest in experimenting with drugs, and neither was dating anyone.

It wasn't that they weren't interested in dating. They were both quite interested, but they were both quite shy. They were both quite inexperienced, sexually. They both had dated, but neither had gone at all very far. In fact, neither had yet gone past second base, although neither was particularly sure what that meant.

Neither should really have any particular difficulty finding a partner. They were both quite attractive. Michael had strong facial features, warm dreamy eyes, a wonderful smile, thick silky dark hair, and broad shoulders. He worked out frequently, including with dead weights. As a result, he had a well-defined chest, substantial biceps, and a very taut, firm abdomen.

Marcia was equally attractive. She had short curly blonde hair (she took great pride in her hairdos), large green eyes, very cute freckles, and the most adorable dimples. She was rather petite, but with very lovely firm breasts. She was though a little self-conscious about them as they seemed, at least to her, to be disproportionately large for her frame. This wasn't really true. They weren't actually huge, or even necessarily terribly large. Perhaps they would not have seemed so large on a girl of average height. However, she would notice that they would attract a boy's eyes. Don't they realize how obvious it is when you're looking at them? That might presumably be a good thing, but not for Marcia. Boys ogling (well, more like just stealing glances) just made her feel more uncertain and self-conscious. And, she was certainly not interested in a boy who was drawn to her primarily because of her breasts.

They did though finally have a chance to meet one another. They had both volunteered to participate in one of Dr. Minsky's psychological experiments. Everybody enrolled in Introductory Psychology had to participate in at least five experimental hours of research being conducted by psychology professors. It was a good way to experience, firsthand, what it was like to be within an experiment, as well as to contribute to the further growth of science. Marcia found it quite remarkably wonderful that she could in fact contribute to the growth of a science. Who wouldn't want to do that?

Dr. Minsky was researching trans-humanism or mind uploading, otherwise known as mind transfer or whole brain emulation. There were a lot of different names for it, but by any name it was essentially the investigation of the transfer (real or hypothetical) of a human mind into an artificial substrate; more specifically, a computer. One would develop thereby a form of artificial intelligence, called an infomorph. Perhaps someday one could even have the computer develop a sense of identity and consciousness, in a manner like Data (Star Trek) or David (Artificial Intelligence).

Dr. Minsky was currently investigating the transfer of social memory from a human into a computer. The memory had to be new, unique, to the person, created within the context of the experiment, so that its appearance within the computer could not be attributed simply to knowledge that any person could have had at any particular point in time (i.e., it could not be downloaded into the computer by a less than honest researcher). In addition, once transferred, the memory would be lost to the person, and so it was best not to transfer from the person anything that he or she would find to be significantly important. A silly little experience created during the course of the experiment was an obviously trivial memory to lose.

In this study, he naturally needed two persons, because the memory would be social, the memory of their interaction. Michael and Marcia arrived on time. They were told to come to two different locations, as Dr, Minsky didn't want them to begin developing any social memories before the experiment actually started. They might then transfer a memory that he could not objectively verify as actually having occurred. He first greeted Michael, took him to his enclosed cubicle, explained in more detail the nature of the study, and then got his informed consent. He then left to get Marcia waiting on the other side of the lab, took her to her cubicle, explained in some detail the nature of the study and got her informed consent. Basically, they would interact with each other via a self-contained computer, thereby having a social interaction that was fully monitored and recorded. Dr. Minsky would then upload their memory of the interaction into a third, independently wired computer.

Michael and Marcia were each hooked up to the computer via micro-electrochemical and electro-mechanical transingular pathways. It took quite awhile to get it all set up. Just getting wired could take up to two hours, with only one hour left to conduct the actual experiment. This was why Dr. Minsky's research was so popular among the students. You got three of the five hour requirement in just one sitting.

Dr. Minsky was quite excited about today's experiment as he had recently obtained substantially more powerful cables, ones that could handle considerably greater electro-mechanical flow.

With considerable bated breath, he flipped the switch, and was instantly knocked off his laboratory stool and thrown to the floor by a rather severe electrical shock.

The cables had been improperly connected, and very grossly so. His assistant had actually used the central wiring to connect Michael and Marcia to their mutual computers, and the surge of power was excessive, to say the least. The overload blew out Dr. Minskey's command system, throwing him to the floor, leaving him unconscious.

Michael and Marcia at first had no idea that anything was wrong. They did feel a very strange sensation in their heads, a sense of warmth suddenly entering their bodies, their brains, and then they began to tremble, shake and convulse, and then went unconscious.

Dr. Minsky was the first to awaken. It took him awhile to realize what had happened. At first he couldn't even recall who he was or where he was, but his memories gradually returned, and he realized, with considerable shock and horror, that something had gone wrong, really terribly wrong.

He first rushed to Marcia's cubicle. You always first rescue the female. And, to his dismay, and trepidation, she was indeed unconscious, albeit still sitting in the laboratory chair (which was in fact a very comfortable easy chair, as the experimental subjects would have to sit there for quite some time). He didn't know at first what to do. He knew, as a Livingston researcher, he should have described such a potential scenario in his application for university approval to conduct this study, but he hadn't ever imagined such a possibility. Something like this had never happened before, and there was really no way he could have anticipated it, or at least that would be his story, his defense. His heart sank at the thought of what could happen to him, to his research, and then realized that was probably a little selfish, given the fact that this girl might in fact be quite seriously harmed, if not dead. He cursed himself for being such a selfish person, and rushed to her aid, to disconnect her, to hopefully revive her.

He gave no thought to the possibility that the wires might still be hot. He didn't even know how long he had been out, how long she had been connected, and perhaps was still connected.

He politely, delicately, patted her cheek. "Marcia? Marcia? Are you alright? Wake up girl, I think you got a bit of an electrical shock there."

His heart raced as she failed to respond. He wondered if he should apply mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. But, he also realized that he didn't really know how to do it. It did require blowing air into the young lady's mouth and feeling, no pressing, on her breasts, no on her chest. Well, in any case, he would certainly have to open her blouse to do that, wouldn't he? He again berated himself for momentarily, only just for a brief moment, thinking that it would be nice to have a peek at the pretty young coed's youthfully perky breasts. Maybe he was indeed a very evil man and would deserve to lose his faculty position. What kind of person would have such a thought at a time like this?

"My head, my head," Michael moaned, his hand coming up to his head, feeling around, rubbing his forehead. "Oh man, I have such a fucking headache." His mind was all groggy and confused. He didn't at first even recognize the face of the man looking intently down at him, or understand where he was, or why he was sitting back in this big easy chair, wires hanging down all around him. "What the fuck?"

'Rather course language to come out of such a petite, delicate mouth,' thought Dr. Minsky, but he was nevertheless ecstatic. She's alive! She's alive! He was so, so relieved. Well, at least the charge wouldn't be negligent homicide. That was something, wasn't it? But, then, he realized, it still could be. "Wait! Wait right here!" he exclaimed, and rushed over to Michael's cubicle. "Don't leave!" he shouted back as he made his way to Michael's room.

Marcia was already awakening, and was in fact sitting up. "My gosh, Dr, Minsky," she said, as she saw the professor dash into the cubicle. "Wow, that was really something. What a cool experiment. Did it work?"

"Um, yeah, sure." He wasn't too sure what to say. It appeared that Michael didn't realize how awfully wrong things went. Wouldn't that be a stroke of luck if they both just thought that this was how it was supposed to go! The students rarely read the entire consent form, and hardly paid any attention to what he was saying when he described the procedure. Whereas a moment ago he was thinking he might face a charge of negligent homicide, he was now realizing that he might in fact experience no repercussions whatsoever! These two students could just leave, thinking that everything went fine. He was, of course, supposed to file an incident report when something did go wrong, but Michael and Marcia apparently felt that nothing had gone wrong, so who was he to suggest that there had in fact been an "incident." He began to help Michael get disconnected from all of the wiring.

Marcia was feeling a bit confused. She didn't feel right. Her body didn't feel quite right, which was a rather odd thing to think, and even odder to feel. Were these really her hands? They certainly didn't look like her hands. No way were these her fingernails. For one thing, there was no nail polish, and the nails were in fact atrocious. How long had she been asleep?

And what the heck are these clothes? These aren't her clothes! Her face reddened at the thought that the doctor might have actually changed her clothes while she was asleep. But, why would he do that? That certainly wasn't in the informed consent form, or at least she would never have signed it if it had been there. Just the thought of the professor seeing her in her undies was shocking, if not repugnant.

She touched her face, and again felt that this just wasn't right. Her skin felt much more coarse and rough. There was even a pimple! What was that pimple doing there?! She didn't have a pimple when she came into this experiment. If this experiment caused her to have a pimple, Dr. Minsky would be in big, big trouble!

There was even some stubble. Stubble?! No way! Her hair?! She felt her hair. What happened to her pretty hair?! Had he cut her hair? No way! She sat full up in the chair. Something was very, very wrong.

"Dr. Minsky, what has happened to me?!"

"What?" That wasn't a good sign. Maybe the students were going to be a bit upset about this after all.

Marcia reached for her purse that she had placed by the chair. She had a mirror in her purse and sorely wanted to see what she looked like. She sure felt like a mess. But, her purse was not there. "Doctor, somebody stole my purse! I left it right there. I'm certain."

Dr. Minsky felt a wave of cold anxiety sweep through him. No, this didn't sound good at all. Why is Michael complaining about his purse? He didn't have a purse. He was certain about that. Why would he even have a purse? He could feel his heart sinking. He really didn't want to realize what appeared to be happening, or what appeared to have happened. No, no, that was absurd, wasn't it?

"Um, uh, why don't you wait right here a second, I need to check something."

Marcia looked at him in shock. He needed to check something? She needed to check something, and he needed to do a lot more than that!

Dr. Minsky quickly extricated himself from Michael's room and made his way back to Marcia. He did indeed need to check something, and he so much did not want to discover what he was thinking. As he opened the door, he was greeted by Marcia, standing up, looking as shocked as Michael, saying, "What the fuck doctor! What the fuck is this?!"

The professor asked, quite tentatively, quite anxiously, "Um, Michael?"

"Yea, doctor, Michael. At least YOU know who I am! I sure as fuck don't. Is this some kind of social psych experiment? Do you got me in one of those fucking fat suits or something? Do you really think I'm going to walk around like this? How in the hell do I get this wig off? And where the fuck are my clothes? I sure as fuck am not going to leave here dressed like this!" Michael did not normally curse and swear. He would on occasion, when he was really upset, and this was certainly an occasion in which to be really upset. He wanted to make it real clear to the doctor that he was no longer going to participate in this experiment. He wanted to withdraw from the study. He didn't recall that there would be anything like this in the experiment, although his memory was in general a bit foggy right now. Still, you had the right to withdraw from an experiment at any time and get full three hour credit, and he was making it real clear that he would want the full credit. He just wanted to go home and lie down.

"Yea, sure, I know. I realize that. If you would, just wait here a second. I'll explain everything."

As he backed out of the room, shutting the door behind him, Michael exclaimed, "I want full credit, doctor!" He felt he should in fact be crystal clear about that.

The professor slowly made his way back to what he now realized was in fact Marcia's room. He walked slowly as he really needed time to think about this. Could this really be true? The experiment could in fact be said to be entirely successful, far more successful than anyone could ever really imagine. It frankly appeared that he had not only successfully transferred the memory of the laboratory encounter, but he had successfully transferred all memories. The glitch, of course, was that the memories had not been transferred into the central computer but instead were transferred, or rather exchanged, across the two student bodies. Marcia was now Michael, and Michael was now Marcia, or least Marcia was now in Michael's body, and Michael was now in Marcia's body. This was fantastic! This would be the best publication of his career! Actually, of anyone's career. This was definitely Noble Prize material!

Still, though, he would need to calm these two students down. They did seem a bit concerned about this, perhaps even a little agitated. Everything would be alright, he kept telling himself. He would have to convince the students of that fact as well. All he had to do was to reverse the process. Of course, one wrench in that plan is that he didn't at all know how he had done it the first time. It had been an accident. That actually wouldn't look good in the publication. His hopes for a Noble Prize were diminishing. Still, he could probably figure that out, couldn't he? If he could just figure that out before it became public, he could then reverse the process, get the kids into the right bodies, and then publish his findings. Everybody would be happy! Yes, yes, that's the plan. He opened the door to Marcia's room.

Marcia felt like crying. She was much more than concerned, she was scared. By now she had come to realize that she was not actually in her own body, and how very strange was that. She wondered if this was part of the experiment. If so, it seemed rather risky to her. She sure hoped that Dr. Minsky knew what he was doing. She wanted to get back into her own body as soon as possible! "Professor, what's happened to me?"

"Yes, yes, Marcia, don't worry, I can explain. No problem. This has happened before." That was a bold lie, but he knew it was important for her to first be reassured, to relax, to remain calm. "This sometimes happens. It can feel unusual, but it's nothing to get excited about." He didn't realize what a good liar he was, or at least he was himself struck at what a bald-faced lie he was providing. But, he would soon discover how good of a liar he really was.

"But, this isn't me! I'm not me!"

"No, no, not right now, I understand. Let me explain."

Marcia definitely wanted an explanation. She desperately wanted an explanation.

Professor Minsky explained the situation to her, and was partially honest about it. What happened is that some wires got crossed (he left out the technical details, which were really quite complicated and would only serve to confuse her, as well as himself), the system shorted out, and rather than just transfer a small social memory to the computer, she and the other experimental subject, Michael, had traded minds, or traded bodies, depending on how you looked at it.

When he finished she just stood there, looking rather dumfounded. It was quite a bit of news to swallow, to say the least. "This guy has my body?" Just saying that was shocking, and rather disgusting. Some guy, apparently one with a pimple on his cheek, is occupying her body? What was he doing with it?