0 comments/ 125098 views/ 16 favorites The Exchange Student By: macfar I should never have gotten involved, but you know what they say about hindsight. She was from Cambodia, here in our little farming community on one of those exchange student programs that high schools do. Since all of our children are grown and gone from the nest, I was immensely surprised when my wife committed to hosting young Kim Mai. Kim was one of those straight-A students from somewhat of an aristocratic background. Her family was well-to-do and she had obviously been sheltered from many of the happenings prevalent in her country. She certainly didn't know the Southeast Asia that I knew from my visit in 1967, courtesy of Uncle Sam. She was to spend two months in our home, learning our culture and experiencing some of our farming techniques. Saying that she was five foot tall would be a stretch, and I doubt that she tipped the scales much over 100 pounds. She had that beautiful Asian appearance that I had lusted for many years ago, smallish breasts, rounded hips and delicate olive skin. More importantly, she was as innocent as a new-born lamb. My wife is a retired nurse and works part time at the local clinic. She goes to town about 6:00 AM and comes home around noon. Since Kim didn't drive, the duty of getting her to and from school became mine. It was not a problem for me, and Kim was a pleasure to be around. She talked and carried on from the time she got in the truck to the time she hopped out in front of the small high school. She almost always wore the traditional oriental school clothes, short pleated skirt, plain white blouse, and navy blue jacket. The procedure became habit. She would jump into the truck, literally, then put her books on the seat between us, turn toward me with her back against the door, put her left leg up on the seat like she was preparing to sit in a lotus position, but her right foot remained forward on the floor. Generally her short skirt covered her crotch. But frequently her activities allowed for glimpses of a sweet pantied pussy. She always wore white cotton panties that fit like a glove. I often smiled as I thought how I would explain the concept of a camel toe to Kim. She never made attempts of modesty but I am positive that the thought of flaunting her sexuality never crossed her mind. Five days a week, two times a day, I fantasized about that sweet young pussy. I found myself hurrying through all my chores in anticipation of the short ride from town. When we got home every afternoon, Kim would rush into the house, change into her terry cloth shorts and tie dyed T-shirt, a fad evidently still popular in Asia, and begin helping my wife with the housework. She was always anxious to finish up in the house and come join me outside. She wasn't afraid to try anything. She would toss an 80 pound bale of hay or grab a shovel and help be irrigate. Naturally, I would give her chores that allowed me to fill my voyeuristic desires. Kim had one of those pussies that I have seen many times on oriental women. The mons protruded to the point that even in loose clothes, the bulging shape was obvious. But Kim didn't wear loose clothing and there was rarely a time when her virgin pussy wasn't spread and outlined by her shorts. To make matters worse, or better, as the case may be, her shorts were pull-on seamless terry cloth that rarely, if ever, totally covered her panties. One day I gave her the job of sorting nuts and bolts on the floor of the workshop. For hours at a time she would squat with her feet squarely planted and her butt only inches from the floor. Then she would work between her legs, a pose I had seen countless times in Viet Nam. I soon found myself sitting on the floor opposite from her, under the guise of helping, just so I could stare at that gorgeous, bulging pussy. The crotch of the terry cloth shorts would pull up so tight that the material would almost disappear in the cleft of her pussy, and the white cotton panties, forced into her slit by the shorts, only covered the bare essentials. This girl was driving me crazy. After a few weeks Kim developed a social life with her high school friends. It was not uncommon for her to stay late after school for some particular function and she would always arrange her own transportation home from her friend Lisa. On weekends she would frequently double-date with Lisa. She always met her curfew and never once caused us any grief. The last weekend Kim was to be with us, her friends had a going away party on Saturday night and emotions were running high, mine most of all. As luck would have it, my wife had gone to Iowa earlier that week to help our daughter move into her new house and she wasn't expected home until Sunday morning. Kim's curfew on Saturday nights was 11:00, but all considered, I wasn't too concerned when midnight rolled around and Kim still wasn't home. By 1:00AM I was ready to head for town to find her. As I pulled from the driveway onto the pavement I spotted Lisa's car approaching. We both sat in the middle of the road facing in opposite directions. As Lisa rolled the window down, I could see Kim slumped against the passenger door. "What's wrong?" I asked. "I don't know, but I think someone slipped Kim some drugs. There were some boys that crashed the party and they kept trying to get Kim to leave with them. I got scared and packed her up in the car and brought her home. I think she has gotten worse since we left town." Lisa had a high-pitched voice and in her excitement it was more like a squeal. "Well calm down, Lisa, and let's get her inside." We drove the short distance back to the house and I went around to the passenger side of Lisa's car to get Kim. She was conscious but acted extremely drunk. For a fleeting moment she recognized me, then fell back into her stupor. I carried Kim into the house as Lisa held the door. I laid her on the sofa in the living room and checked her pulse. There was no smell of alcohol and I was convinced that Lisa was right. I had heard about date-rape drugs but it wasn't around when my kids were growing up so it hadn't occurred to me to warn Kim. I told Lisa that Kim would be alright and thanked her for caring for her friend. Lisa promised to check in the next morning and take Kim to the airport. I walked Lisa to the door and thanked her again. When I returned to the living room, I found Kim sitting straight up. She turned toward me and stared with glassy eyes. She smiled and fell back again, splayed there on the couch. She was wearing one of her school uniforms and my concern soon faded to lust. There before me was a beautiful young girl who had, over the past two months, given me pleasures that an old man didn't deserve. She was helpless and under the influence of drugs and we were alone. I sat in a chair next to Kim for what seemed like hours just watching her. From time to time she would toss her head and open her eyes, but mostly she just slept. By about three o'clock I moved from the chair to the couch next to Kim. As I sat down she turned her head toward me and smiled, as if to say, "Go ahead, it's alright." Her legs were spread and the short skirt drooped over her crotch. Her arms both hung to her side and she smiled slightly. Feeling like a little kid, I lifted her skirt by the hem, leaned forward and peeked under. Just as I expected, the white panties were tucked snugly into the folds of her fabulous pussy. I stared for a moment then raised the skirt and dropped it in her lap. Ever so gently I touched the panties and ran my fingers along the slit that so tightly held the cloth. At the top of the slit I could feel a small bump that was obviously her clit, and in very gentle circular motions I rubbed that sexy gem. For a moment Kim's head came forward as if to see what I was doing, then, as her head went back she pushed her hips forward to the edge of the couch, pulling the panties even farther up her crack. I continued the gentle massaging of her pussy, wondering how long I could stand it before I would have to relieve myself. My cock was as hard as it had been in years and strained against my sweat pants. To my huge surprise and pleasure a wet spot had slowly spread from her crack. While her mind was somewhere else, her body was responding to my touches. I carefully pulled Kim's shoulders to the side and stretched her out on the couch. In the process, her skirt had fallen back down to cover her pussy, but the evident bulge was still present as she lay flat on her back. I opened her jacket and quickly unbuttoned her blouse. A common white bra came into view and I placed my hands on her tiny titties. Not wanting to disturb her any more than necessary, I didn't bother to unhook the bra from behind. Rather, I pulled the bra up and over her breasts and ogled at the hard little nipples. Kneeling in front of the couch, I bent over and took a nipple in my mouth and sucked gently, flicking it with my tongue. My right hand freed my cock from the elastic waste band of my sweats and started slow stroking motions. My left hand went to her pussy, which was still covered by her skirt. Through the material of her skirt and panties I rubbed with greater pressure than before. Soon I lifted her skirt and continued applying the same increased pressure to her panty-clad pussy. The wetness had spread and I longed to see her naked pussy. Still on my knees, I moved down until I was slightly below her hips. I grabbed the panties at the waste band and pulled then down over her bulging pussy. I stopped before I even got the panties pulled all the way out from her wet slit. I was amazed to find a nearly hairless twat. Only a tiny line of short black hair displayed itself high on her mound. There was no other hair! And there was no evidence of hair ever being removed. Perhaps it was her age, or perhaps she was just naturally hairless. Whatever the cause, I was in heaven. I removed her panties completely and with less care than I had taken previously, I pushed her ankles up to her buttocks and spread her knees as far as they would go. Her spread pussy was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. It glistened with moisture and as I watched, a small thick droplet oozed from her hole toward her ass. I unconsciously started stroking my cock again and knew that I would explode soon. I put my fingertips on the wet skin and drew them back slowly. Her juices followed my fingers in long streams until they broke and fell. Her little clit appeared to be straining to get out and as I touched it, Kim's hips raised toward my hand. I smeared the juices all over her pussy and inner thighs, rubbing and pushing harder than ever. I used two fingers of my right hand to spread her pussy lips, while I pressed the index finger of my left hand to her tiny hole. I didn't want to hurt her, or leave any evidence, but by that time I couldn't stop. I carefully inserted my finger until the first, then second knuckle disappeared. When I pulled it out, covered with slimy juices, I was amazed at the tightness. I continued the digital fucking with one finger and rubbed her clit with the other hand. Her responses became more and more apparent as her hips raised and lowered from the couch. Soft moans were coming from deep in her chest, but her eyes never opened, and the smile never went away. My continued manipulations had allowed me to work two fingers into her flowing pussy when her she raised her hand and placed it on mine. With two fingers up to the third knuckle, I stopped all motion and moved my hand from her clit, leaving just her hand in its place. Unconsciously she very lightly tickled her own clit with one finger. I imagined her masturbating in another time and place. Her motions quit shortly and I laid her hand to her side. My fingers started pumping faster in and out of her cunt and I increased the speed and pressure of which I was rubbing her clit. Her juices had flown like I have never seen. A 6-8 inch spot had spread on the cushion of the sofa, and more seemed to ooze out every time I pulled my fingers back. All of a sudden Kim's eyes opened wide, her mouth gaped and a deep raspy moan escaped her lips. Her stomach muscles tightened and her shoulders pulled forward. Her legs squeezed my hand as her knees came together and I felt her whole body lunge toward my thrusting fingers. In a moment it was over and once again Kim lay silent and motionless. In the excitement I had come all over the side of the couch and I sat back on my haunches exhausted. That's when the guilt sat in. I cleaned myself, then the couch. With a warm washcloth I wiped the juices from Kim's thighs and the puffy folds of her pussy, gently pulling apart the lips and dabbing at the irritated clit. As I pulled her panties back on and snugged them up tight, I could feel the twinges of another hardon. At my age, a double is a phenomenon. I paused long enough to see my cock slowly rising. Once again the guilt was replaced with lust and I told myself that this opportunity would never come again. I pressed my finger hard against her hole, forcing the panties inside her. When I removed my finger, the panties remained, the crotch fully engulfed by her pussy. The panties pulled tight against her clit, then disappeared into that still wet cunthole, only to re-emerge below. I pulled Kim by the ankles to the padded end of the sofa that rose above the cushions and acted as an arm rest. I rested her ass on the high part and let her feet down to the floor. Her shoulders and head were still on the cushions, leaving her pussy as the highest portion of her body. If I had previously thought that her mound was large, the position that she was in now made it absolutely huge. It almost appeared to be too big for her petite body. From the end of the couch, between her spread legs, I could see that glorious pussy still swallowing her panties. Without haste I pulled them off and stood between her legs with my stiff cock just above her pussy. I rubbed the head of my cock up and down her tight slit replenishing the juices I washed off earlier. Very carefully I began pushing my cock in and out of the tightest pussy I have ever experienced, about an inch at a time. After 4 or 5 stokes I was plunging full stokes into her cunt. No matter how much I pumped, Kim's pussy gripped me tight and it didn't take long before I was shooting my load. When I had finished, my knees wouldn't hold me and I collapsed to the floor, my face just inches away from Kim's cunt. I could see my own cum running out her hole and collecting on the armrest. Once again I did clean up duties and dressed Kim. I laid her comfortably on the sofa and covered her with a light blanket. Kim was to be at the airport, 60 miles away, by noon the next day. She awoke in the morning and profusely apologized for her behavior the night before, denying any knowledge of what had happened. When Lisa appeared to take her to the airport she told Kim about the drugs and the boys at the party. Kim appeared relieved that she had been under Lisa's care and thanked me with a big hug for taking care of her. Over the years the letters from Kim have ceased and I can't help but wonder where she is and if she ever realized that there had been more to that night than sleeping it off on the couch. The Exchange Student This is my second erotic story. Any comments and criticisms are encouraged so I can improve the writing. Please do feel free to drop me a line after the story. That said, enjoy.... * * * * * Jim Thompson lay back in the plush bed luxuriating in the cool silky feeling of the satin sheets beneath him. Overstuffed pillows lay everywhere creating a soft playground of red and black. He smiled dreamily as Jennifer, the captain of the cheerleaders' squad, crawled up from the foot of the bed and knelt at his lap. She was a petite girl, only a bit over 5 feet tall but well built and filled out in all the right places. Her body was muscled from years of cheerleading practice and her dark brown hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail so it wouldn't get in the way of the stunts she did on the field. Her blue and white cheerleading uniform was damp with sweat from the game but that seemed to only add to the excitement in the room. "I've been thinking about you all day lover," Jennifer said huskily as she unbuckled his belt. "I've been wanting you all day," she continued. And then her voice dropped lower and she locked gazes with him. "I need you. Right now." She reached into his pants and gripped his semi rigid cock tightly. Her small hand was warm on his flesh and he groaned as she began to stroke him to life. "Yes..." Jim's voice trailed off as he shuddered in pleasure. He pulled his quarterback uniform off quickly and helped Jennifer slip his pants off in a frenzy of arms, legs and discarded clothes. She leaned back and pulled her own shirt off. Her firm breasts bounced as she tossed her shirt aside and reached back to unclasp her bra. Jim reached up and cupped her breasts feeling their weight and thumbing her dark brown nipples. They hardened to taut nubs of flesh and he bent forward and licked at them much to Jennifer's delight. She pulled off his boxers and squatted over his hardening penis. Her white cotton panties were wet with her juices and she rubbed herself over his shaft as she rocked back and forth in his embrace. He continued to nuzzle at her breasts and her nipples glistened in the soft lighting of the bedroom. "Please, I need you inside me now," she rasped at him. Her eyes were glazed with lust and she held his face in her hands for a moment before kissing him fiercely and hungrily. Standing up on bed, she slipped her panties off and threw them over her shoulder. Her pussy was shaved clean and gleamed wetly. Jim gulped, suddenly nervous. "Wow, you're really wet Jen." "I'm so horny, love. I need your cock now. Don't make me beg." She began to kiss him again while she reached between their sweaty bodies and grasped his firm shaft. His cock was throbbing now, fully erect at about 8 inches in length. "Okay..." his voice was trembling with excitement now. She pushed him back into a prone position and raised herself up on her knees. With one hand she raised the front of her little blue skirt to give him an unobstructed view as she held his cock with the other. Then, without warning she dropped unto his shaft with a wet slurp. "Ahhhhhmmmm..." she let out her breath in a long loud moan as inch after inch disappeared into her dripping pussy. This exclamation was punctuated by a little yelp as her engorged clit bumped unto the base of his thick rod. Abruptly she was racked by a tremendous orgasm as her pent up desire spilled over. Screaming incoherently she began to ride Jim's penis wildly as wave after wave of bliss washed over her. Feeling her muscles contract and grip his cock in their wet grip Jim felt his own orgasm explode and arched his back lifting Jennifer off the bed as cum jetted out of his cock into her warm depths. She was so tight that he distinctly felt each jet spurt out of his penis and splatter alongside the inner walls of her pussy then squish down his shaft and squirt unto his stomach. Then the room went hazy and Jim felt his cock slip out of the cheerleaders hot cunt and drop with a wet plop unto his stomach. A nagging beeping sound was edging in on his consciousness. Suddenly Jim sat upright in his bed and glanced around in confusion. Jennifer was gone and in her place was a very rumpled and wet pillow. The beeping that had rudely brought him back to reality was his alarm clock. "Damn," he mumbled to himself as he slammed the snooze button. Looking down at the sticky mess that was his pajamas he decided that going back to sleep was most definitely not an option and reluctantly rolled out of bed. The first day of school was here. ~~~ Jim Thompson, high school senior, computer club treasurer, and general pocket protector wearing geek extraordinaire dragged himself into his bathroom. Tossing the wet sheets and pillowcases into the laundry hamper he shucked off his pajamas and looked at himself in the bathroom mirror. About 5 foot 9 inches tall, he wasn't the tallest guy around but his long limbed lanky frame gave him the appearance of height. Sadly, this made him feel even more awkward; "gangly" seemed to be the proper word. His disheveled hair was a dull black and did nothing to distract from the slight acne blemishes on his face. A scrawny mustache completed the image. As he stepped into the shower and lathered up he thought about school and finishing the last year of his miserable high school career. And he thought about Jennifer Richards, the captain of the cheerleaders' squad. He had nursed a crush on that beautiful brunette since the 8th grade but never said more than three sentences to her in the entire time. To make things even worse, those were usually stumbling and graceless while she had politely watched him struggle to form basic sentences. He felt more and more sorry for himself as he reflected on the dream that he had just awoken from. He'd never had a chance with Jennifer. Just about the only things in the dream that were accurate were her beauty and the flaccid penis that hung between his skinny legs. Even limp, it hung almost six inches down his thigh. Though no one would ever know because he had never had the nerve to even talk to a girl he was attracted to, let alone ask for her number. Jim Thompson, though well endowed, was a virgin. "...and likely to stay that way," he ruefully thought to himself. Fifteen minutes later, he hopped out of the shower and threw on some clothes that he plucked from the piles of laundry strewn about his room. Grabbing his backpack he hurried down the stairs and out the door to catch the bus. He heard his mom yell out something about visitors later that afternoon but brushed it off as he saw the bus nearing the stop a block away. Breaking into a run, he just made it to the stop as the bus pulled up. Breathing hard he got in line behind a few other students. As he climbed up into the bus he saw Jennifer sitting just behind the driver. She smiled at him and he was about to smile back when he tripped on the step and crashed to the floor in a mess of clothes and limbs. Amid the laughter he hurriedly plopped a few coins in the machine and avoiding eye contact with anyone made his way to the back of the bus where he deposited himself in a chagrined heap. The day went by slowly as usual. He registered for his courses and tried to blend into the background as much as possible. Jennifer was in three of his classes and he made sure to get a seat just behind her in all three. Once she had even looked back at him as though she were going to say something but he had quickly buried his nose in his textbook. When he got home late in the afternoon, he noticed a cab just pulling away from his house. Curious, he walked a bit faster to see who was in the cab but as it passed he realized there was no passenger. Shrugging to himself, he walked to the back door and let himself in to the kitchen. Hearing voices in the hallway, he stuck his head out to see who was there. His mom and dad were talking to someone in the living room and there was some luggage piled up near the front door. His mom turned and saw him. She gestured for him to come over. Dropping his back, he walked over to see which one of his four irritating aunties had come to visit. He was surprised to see that instead of one of his aunts in his living room there sat a young blonde woman about his age, 18. "Jim," his mom began as he stood there gawking, "I'd like you to meet Alexa Romanov. She's an exchange student and will be staying with us to finish her senior year of high school here in the United States." Alexa was beautiful in the very classic sense of the word, breathtakingly beautiful. Her hair was a pale blonde, nearly white and fell straight like a platinum waterfall past her shoulders. She was slender and even sitting he could tell that she was probably a bit taller than he. Her eyes were a startling blue that twinkled with enthusiasm and friendliness. She was well built and tanned slightly which seemed a bit unusual since her features indicated a northern European ancestry. She smiled radiantly and extended her hand, "Nice to meet you Jim." Her accent was light but obvious as she spoke. Jim stared at her hand. "Jim!" his mom startled him out of his reverie, "Your manners, Jim," nodding at Alexa's outstretched hand. Flushing with embarrassment, he took her hand and shook it quickly not failing to note how soft and warm it felt in his grip. "Alexa is from Iceland and part of a two year exchange program here in the United States. She is on the swim team..." "That explains the tan..." Jim thought to himself as he continued to look over Alexa. Her skirt was a creamy white and contrasted with her long smooth legs showing off the bronze of her skin invitingly. She wore a blue blouse that showed off just enough cleavage for him to guess that she probably filled out a c-cup easily. He licked his lips unconsciously and was surprised to see a mischievous smile on Alexa's face as she watched him ogle her supple body. Caught staring he averted his gaze and tuned back in to what his mother was saying. "...After spending the last year in Florida, she's been transferred here on a swimming scholarship to finish her senior year." Jim listened to his mother prattle on about the benefits of the foreign student exchange program and he couldn't help but agree wholeheartedly as he looked over Alexa's lithe form. As his gaze traveled from her silky legs past her trim waist and over the stretched fabric of her blouse he drank in every detail hungrily, trying to memorize the curves and valleys for future "reference". When his eyes met Alexa's he stopped. Her eyes narrowed like that of a predator, his widened like that of an innocent deer with about two seconds left to live. Jim could have sworn he heard a growl emanate from that blonde beauty's and like a good little boy he was decided that it was time to retreat and regroup in the face of what was obviously superior firepower. "Nice to meet you see you later okay bye." He blurted out in a quick burst of words and slipped out of the room with his mom in mid-sentence and Alexa's intimidating eyes watching his withdrawal with amused interest. ~~~ Later that night, Jim stood in his shower soaping himself down. He was still blown away by the beautiful bombshell that practically dropped into his life and would be living two doors away like a tantalizing treat just out of his reach. Images of beads of sweat glistening off her breasts danced through his head and he leaned back in the shower. He stroked himself slowly imagining Alexa's long legs wrapped around the small of his back. Just as he began to get a rhythm going there was a loud knock at the door. "Yeah hang on a second I'll be right..." this last was cut off as he slipped on the soapy floor, grabbed the curtain and splashed down unto his butt in a painful mess of limbs and shower curtain rings. "Jim? Are you okay?" Came Alexa's muffled voice. "Yeah, I'm fine. I think." He replied and tried to put the wrecked shower curtain back together. He wrapped a towel around himself and walked up to the door. "Wha-what is it?" he tried to say in as masculine a voice as he could manage though it sounded painfully shrill in his ears. "The light in my bathroom burnt out and I was wondering if I could shower in your bathroom instead...just this once?" "Uh. Uhmmm. Yeah, sure. Okay. I guess." "Great!! Will you be done soon?" "Uhm, yeah. Gimme a sec." Jim tried to stash all his laundry in the hamper and hung the curtain lopsidedly back on the ruined curtain rod. Just the thought of Alexa showering in his bathroom brought his semi rigid dick throbbing back to life in a nearly painful erection. He tried to think of something else to get it to go back down but everything that came to mind inevitably led back to images of hard sweaty bodies slamming together in wanton sex. A minute passed. "Jim?" "Yeah, sorry. Just a second." He thought he heard a giggle from the other side of the door. Giving up, he wrapped a terry robe over his skinny frame and tented towel before unlocking the door. "All yours..." he trailed off when she came into view, clad scantily in a towel wrapped over her ample breasts and falling just barely over her tight rear. "Yes, I see." Alexa said with a twinkle in her eye as she brushed by him into the bathroom. Jim looked down and realized that his towel was still peaking out a bit between the robes folds revealing his embarrassing state. He turned quickly and mumbled something like an apology then walked over to his closet to get something to throw on. "Thank you for letting me use your shower. Tomorrow I'll get a new bulb for mine." The bathroom door swung to a crack and stopped. Jim held his breath. The door stayed open just a bit. "What is she doing? Does she know it's open?" he whispered to himself. He nearly bit his lip when he saw her walk into view and stand at the shower entrance. Clucking to herself she gently removed the broken curtain rod, rolled up the wet curtain and stood the cluttered plastic in the corner of the shower. Then she stepped back. And dropped her towel. "Ulp." Jim exclaimed and then clamped his hand over his mouth afraid that she had heard him. Opening his closet door he pretended to be rummaging for clothes but left the door mirror at just the right angle to see into the slightly ajar door. "Oh my..." her body was a work of art, a masterpiece of sensuality. Long well toned legs, firm heavy breasts that swung as she stepped into the shower flashed by the little view-space. He could barely contain himself. "Ahh, I'll just wait outside." He said out loud and then berated himself for saying anything as the door closed softly a few seconds later. Twenty minutes later, just as Jim was slipping into bed, the bathroom door opened into his darkened room. Steam flowed out through the open doorway illuminated by a soft yellow shaft of light. Alexa emerged wrapped in her towel. "Thanks again, Jim. Let me know if I can do anything for you." She said with a smirk, tossing her wet hair over her shoulder. Her supple body glistened in the light. Jim shifted uncomfortably raising a knee to hide his growing erection. "Uhm, okay Alexa," Jim replied attempting to sound cool and nonchalant though his heart was racing and he longed to reach out and touch her. She stood there for a long moment, looking at him, sizing him up. He felt self conscious about himself, his lanky frame and goofy features. He smiled weakly. "Goodnight," Alexa said softly and walked out of the room closing the door behind her. Jim leaned back in the bed and groaned in frustration. Then, looking down at his throbbing cock, he resignedly slipped out of bed, opened his drawer and picked up a bottle of lotion and walked into the still steaming bathroom. ~~~ The next day was a busy day for Jim. He spent hours sketching out ideas in his notebook and actually managed not to daydream about Jennifer. After classes were done, he spent the whole afternoon walking back and forth between the garage and his room. When his Mom noticed his odd industriousness he mumbled something about a presentation for his science course and she accepted that without much thought. At dinner, Alexa chatted pleasantly with his parents and only once looked in his direction. Jim ate quickly and excused himself early, retreating to his room. Unable to do his homework or even to concentrate on the TV he paced his room impatiently. Time and time again, he disappeared into his bathroom only to emerge a few moments later even more edgy and anxious. It wasn't until nearly midnight that he heard what he had been waiting for. The shower began running in Alexa's bathroom next door. By now he had nearly worked himself into a frenzy and his hands shook as he tiptoed into his own bathroom. He opened his towel closet and listened to the activity in the adjoining bathroom. He heard the sounds of muffled humming and then the shower curtain rings jingle as the curtain was drawn and then closed. Hurrying back to his room. He clicked his mouse and started the video capture program. Jim's bathroom was separated from Alexa's by two layers of drywall and open metal framing. That afternoon, he had removed a portion of drywall inside his towel closet and installed a small digital camera in her bathroom between the mirror frame and light fixture. Overflowing with anticipation and clearly nervous, he clicked the activate button. The little window blurred for a second then came to life. He had never done anything like this but was painfully attracted to the exotic blonde and this created a burning curiosity and desire for her. Alexa was just stepping into the shower. Her long blonde hair darkened and ran in long strands over her smooth shoulders and down her back as the steaming water showered down on her. Slowly, he pushed the direction button and the camera panned to the right centering Alexa's lithe form on the screen. Jim's cock throbbed to life painfully in his pajamas. He watched, glued to the monitor, as she shampooed and soaped herself down. He bit his lip as her hands glided over her full breasts and tried to memorize every curve of her body. Then, Alexa stood up straight and turned the showerhead towards the wall. "What is she doing?" Jim wondered as he watched her move the shampoo bottles over to the other end of the tub. Squatting down so that she was only partially under the water, Alexa reached between her legs and began to stroke herself. The digital camera had great resolution (Jim spent a good portion of his summer earnings that afternoon) but the steam in the bathroom was beginning to cloud the lens. Jim was so shocked as he watched Alexa begin to masturbate that he sat gaping at the computer screen for five long minutes as she continued to caress her breasts and rub her pussy in the next door bathroom. Almost absentmindedly, he began to stroke himself through his pajamas. Alexa moaned softly as she slipped a finger between her pussy-lips. Her clitoris was throbbing with need and she shuddered through a small orgasm. She felt herself lubricating and quickly inserted another finger. The running water drowned the noise of the squishing fingers slipping feverishly in and out of her dripping cunt as she rapidly approached a more powerful climax. Her pinkish nipples were erect and she tweaked one savoring the little tingles of sensation. Unable to see much detail now, Jim continued to rub himself as he watched Alexa arch her back and tense for a long silent moment before slumping to the floor of the tub. He stared at the curvature of her long legs and tight round buttocks and imagined slipping in from behind and pumping away at her like some maddened mining machine. In seconds he gritted his teeth and felt the warm spurts of cum against his leg. Satiated for the moment, Alexa stood and rinsed herself off. Her orgasm had been powerful yet she didn't feel fulfilled. She needed more. She hungered for a deep soul wrenching fuck and the intensity of her desire surprised her. She had always been a sexually uninhibited person though her actual experience was not extensive and largely unfulfilling. This resulted in her avidly devouring romance novels, movies and every bit of sexually oriented research information she could find in her spare time. These fueled her frequent fantasies and often resulted in little stolen moments where she would finger herself to varying degrees of pleasure. Feeling alone and a bit frustrated she turned off the light in the bathroom and closed the door. The Exchange Student In the room next door, Jim felt even more turned on after that incredible show and buried himself in his bed wishing he could be wrapped in Alexa's embrace. And so the night passed with dreams of sexual rapture and a lingering sense of need. Three weeks passed and Jim began to show signs of fatigue. During the day, he spent the time longing after the unattainable Jennifer relishing her beauty from afar and occasionally he would bump into Alexa. She was friendly but his guilty conscience caused him to keep his distance. His friends envied him and constantly prodded and poked and asked to be introduced. They told him he was so lucky to have such a beauty living in his home and though he had to agree the knowledge of such tantalizing a woman so close to him and yet out of his reach was overwhelmingly depressing. He began to stay up longer each night jerking off like a madman to her live shows and then replaying his favorite moments over and over. His appearance in the morning became more and more haggard and several times he had fallen asleep with a soggy towel in his hands with the video files playing on until his alarm woke him in the morning. Alexa noticed Jim furtive glances and guilty looks and began to suspect that he didn't much like her abrupt appearance in his life. As she looked at him across the bowls of breakfast cereal she resolved to talk to him that night, perhaps to clear the air between them. Instead of her regular self-pleasing antics, she hopped quickly into the shower. Afterwards, she dried off and slipped into a black terry robe. Opening her door into the darkened hallway, she tiptoed out and over to Jim's door. It was just before midnight and she saw a glow under his doorway. She reached for the knob and turned it slowly. Jim had been getting sloppy lately and this night he forgot to lock the door. After watching Alexa's shower, he hadn't cum yet and brought up some of the earlier files to watch. He was looking for one of his favorite ones. Once, she had played with herself for nearly half an hour before showering so the lens hadn't fogged up and he had a crystal clear view of her dripping juices flowing over her fingers and down her legs. He closed his eyes and leaned back to watch the show cock in hand. Alexa peeked in and saw Jim reclined in his chair amid a mess of discarding clothing and laundry intent on something on his computer screen. The chair creaked softly with his movements. She stepped into his room and closed the door slowly. There was a barely audible click and Jim stiffened at the sound. Alexa stepped closer and suddenly recognized what was on the screen while at the same moment Jim turned around realizing he had an audience. CRASH!!! The chair flipped over as Jim floundered to his feet flabbergasted at the intrusion. He didn't know what to do trying to cover himself and the computer screen at the same time. "Aahhh, Alexa...but what sorry uhmm gee..." he blabbered. The initial shock wore off quickly for Alexa as she realized that she was the object of his little solo session and that she now had a very guilty Jim sputtering in front of her caught quite literally red handed. "You little pervert," she said though there was no venom in her voice. In fact, had Jim been less flustered he would have heard a hint of mischief. "What the hell are you doing in here?" "I really should ask you that question. How dare you!! You're nothing but a peeping tom. You should be ashamed," came the blistering response. "Please don't tell anyone." Jim sputtered. He righted the chair that he had just fallen out of and nervously wiped his lotion covered right hand on his T-shirt. Quickly, he grabbed a towel lying on the floor and covered himself up. "I'm sorry, I...it's just that..." his voice trailed off as he realized that he hadn't closed the video program on the computer and it was still playing back the video capture of Alexa sitting on her bathroom floor with her hands between her long tanned legs. A few seconds of silence followed as Alexa found herself caught up in her own show. "How long have you been doing this?" She asked. Curious and intrigued that she had become the source of Jim's sexual fantasies. "A few weeks. I'm sorry." He replied in a small voice, downcast. She looked at him but didn't say anything so he continued on. "I didn't mean for things to go this far, I just...listen, your so beautiful and I've...I've never...I just wanted...I'm sorry." "So you find me attractive?" Alexa asked in a low voice as she got up and slowly closed the door. "Ulp." Jim gulped audibly. "Uhm, yes very." "Why didn't you ever say something? You even avoid me at school." There was a click as she locked the door and padded back towards the middle of the room. "It's just that I'm such a geek and everyone laughs at me. I thought you would laugh too. I'm just a loser. Listen, I'm sorry about—" "Hush," Alexa cut him off. "Are you a virgin, Jim?" There was a long pause. "Yes." Jim hung his head, even more embarrassed. He clutched the towel tighter over himself and tried his best to shrink into the chair. He couldn't believe he had gotten caught in such an undeniable state of guilt. When he looked up again a few excruciatingly self-conscious moments later he was surprised to see Alexa regarding him with a softer almost sympathetic look. She quietly walked towards him and took his hand pulling him towards the bed. Her hands were warm and soft yet gripped him firmly. "I wish you had simply talked to me instead of spying on me." Alexa sat on one end of his bed and kicked away some of the laundry strewn around. One pair of shorts was streaked with dried cum and she smirked at him. She gestured at the mess, "Is this all from watching me?" "Yes, I couldn't stop myself after seeing you next door," Jim replied still clutching the towel in front of himself and rocking on his feet nervously. "I'm going to give you a chance to convince me not to expose your dirty little secret." "Anything...I'll do anything. I'll do your homework, I'll was your laundry, do your chores--" Jim sputtered quickly, desperate to get himself out of a situation that was rapidly spinning out of control. "No." Alexa said firmly. "No, Jim I have something else in mind." She lay back on the bed and leisurely raised both legs to the edge of the bed letting her robe fall to her thighs. Jim opened his mouth to say something but stood there gaping in shock. "Ahma-hama, uhm, what?" His flaccid penis throbbed to life with such force that he nearly yelped in pain as blood pounded into the chambers of his large member. His eyes widened as he drank in the sight of Alexa's long legs spread out before him and the deliciously soft looking skin contrasting with the flowing dark robe. His gaze traveled down her thighs and quickly zeroed in on the mound in the center. Alexa's pussy quivered in the open air, full round lips completely naked with not a single hair hiding her delicate lips already glistening with a wet sheen. His towel poked out at a weird angle so he turned slightly to hide his aroused state. "I want you to pleasure me." Alexa's voice drifted into his hazy consciousness. "How?" Jim was in shock and not sure if he was elated or terrified or both. The question was both sincere and hopeful as well. Of course, he wanted nothing more than to please her and fervently wished that he wasn't dreaming. Alexa brought her hands to her raised knees, "Start here..." her hands drifted down towards her exposed pussy, "...and work your way down." Cupping herself with one hand she pulled the robe further open revealing the ever so slight curve of her tummy. Jim trembled as he dropped to his knees at the foot of his bed. He looked up at Alexa who was watching him intently, anticipating. He closed his eyes and let out a long sighing breath and then opened them fully expecting to find himself alone in his room and all this just a wet dream of sorts. As he opened his eyes, Alexa's sultry voice spoke again, "Jim, I'm beginning to wonder if you really want this or not." Without further hesitation, he brought his shaking hands to her left knee and prayed for courage in face of one of his most desired fantasies coming to life. Her skin was warm almost hot under his hands and he kissed the inside of her knee tenderly. She moaned softly and stretched her arms about her head luxuriously. Encouraged, he continued to plant gentle kisses along her inner thighs edging ever closer to the supple lips of her pussy. Alexa's closed her eyes and smiled. She caressed her ample breasts and squirmed in pleasure as Jim's tongue left a wet trail down her thighs. Finally, he licked at her full pussy-lips and she raised herself up slightly to meet his twirling tongue groaning approvingly. "You're off to a good start for a beginner, Jim. If you're really good, I'll make it worth your while." This last was said with a naughty smirk. Rising to the challenge, Jim held her strong thighs and began licking at her glistening sex in earnest. She tasted salty sweet and the musky fragrance was driving him wild with desire. He teased her lips with long wet licks before poking his exploring tongue in between and tasting the stronger hotter nectar inside. He reveled in her juices and the power he began to feel over her as each touch and each caress of his tongue and hands brought varying degrees of pleasure and moans from Alexa's prone form. He found the nub of her clitoris and felt it under the tip of his tongue and he alternately licked and sucked at it. "Ohhhhh.....yesssss.....Jim....don't stop." Her voice was a harsh whisper. As he felt her body begin to quake beneath him, he cupped his lips over her throbbing clitoris and flicked his tongue over it in a rhythm matching her escalating groans of pleasure and rapid gasping breaths. This soon became a maddened fevered licking as she began to trash below him rotating and thrusting her pelvis at him in an effort to get his pleasure inducing tongue further and deeper into her. "Ohhhh....jeez....I'm so close....don't stop...don't stop...I'm gonna—" Suddenly she arched her back in a wild spasm and Jim was barely able to hang on to her and she lifted off the bed on her shoulders and the balls of her feet grabbing handfuls of his bedding and bringing them to her face. He mashed his tongue and lips against her sopping pussy and shook his head like a mad woodpecker. She stopped moving and froze in that awkward position trapping Jim's head between her thighs. There was a moment of silence. "CUMMMMMMMMMM!!" Her muffled scream came from beneath the balled up sheets covering her mouth as she convulsed in a massive orgasm. Jim felt a warm flow of juices over his lips and cheeks as Alexa slowly lowered back down to the bed. She lay there gasping from the unexpected ferocity of the orgasm she had just experienced. A few more moments past, the only sound was her ragged breathing. Jim wiped his cheeks with his sleeve and looked down at Alexa's limp form hungrily. "Whew!!" Alexa puffed. "Not bad, Jimmy. Now it's my turn." She sat up and pulled him to the bed. They bounced around a bit until she got him settled in comfortably. "Now, just relax and enjoy this, I think you've earned it." Jim still clutched his towel over himself tightly. She pulled it off impatiently and threw it over her head. Then she looked back at him and paused, his large cock was wagging 8 thick angry inches about his scrawny body. "My, my, what do we have here? You've got quite impressive equipment for such a skinny runt of a guy, don't you?" Jim shrugged, embarrassed. "Uhm, I guess." "Let's give it a test run, shall we?" With that Alexa straddled his legs and took his cock in her hands. She licked at the tip already dripping with pre-cum. She noted with surprise that the shaft was so thick her fingers didn't quite close around it. She licked the shaft from bottom to top coating it with saliva as her tongue ran over the bumps and ridges of the veins along its length. Then, using both hands, she stroked him while sucking on its fat head. Jim groaned in pleasure. Alexa had to strain her mouth a bit to get her lips around the whole head but was rewarded by the sight of Jim clenching his teeth in an attempt to maintain control. He couldn't believe how wonderful it felt as Alexa sucked on his throbbing tool. Tingles of pleasure were coursing all over his body radiating from his crotch as the never before felt sensation of a woman's tongue lavishing his cock washed over him. Her tongue was warm, wet and slightly rough as her taste buds licked around the ridge of his mushroom shaped cock-head. She made soft slurping sounds as she bobbed her head up and down his shaft letting it go deeper and deeper with each bob. She continued to stroke the base of his rod with one hand and cupped his cum-heavy balls with the other. She giggled as she felt them pucker in her hand. The vibration sent even more sensations down his erect manhood and he curled his toes in erotic bliss. "Alexa...oh wow...please...slow down..." It had only been a minute or so but Jim could already feel the telltale stirring in his loins of a coming orgasm. Instead of slowing, Alexa picked up the pace and began to hum softly driving him to the edge. It was too much, Jim struggled for a moment gritting his teeth even tighter and tried not to cum, to make it all last a little longer, but to no avail. He began to pump his cock between her lips wildly as he felt the first stream of hot cum spurt out hitting the roof of Alexa's mouth. She closed her lips in reflex and was promptly splattered by the second stream. "Cum for me, baby, cum hard." She whispered and continued to stroke him as a third, fourth and fifth stream shot out of his dick smearing against her mouth and cheeks. Then she took him in her mouth again and sucked the remaining spurts until they subsided. Jim muttered something incoherent and grunted happily as she milked his cock. "Mmmmm. Yummy..." Alexa said, looking up at him. She wiped the cum off her cheeks and spread it up and down his shaft mixing with her saliva and lubricating her hands as she continue to stroke him. Jim swooned a bit and closed his eyes to steady himself. His cock began to harden again until it was throbbing and aching under her insistent ministrations. "Alexa, if you keep doing that I'm going to come again," he said in a hoarse whisper. "Jim, we're just getting started. That was just to make sure you last longer for me." "What?" He sat up in the bed but before he could say another word, Alexa twisted over his body and he found himself straddled by her thighs again with her face still buried in his crotch. "Lick me again, Jim..." her muffled voice came from his groin area. "Get me nice and wet." Not needing much more of an invitation, he began lapping at her already sopping wet slit, eager to please. Although Jim was a bit intimidated by her aggressiveness, he was brimming with anticipation and keen to make a good impression on his dominating roommate. "This can't get any better," Jim thought to himself in post-orgasmic bliss. He licked and nibbled at the gorgeous blonde's pussy enjoying her moans reverberating on his cock. He pumped his skinny pimpled hips up and down just a bit and shuddered in pleasure as the fat head of his dick slid in and out of her waiting mouth. "Ohh..." Alexa's body began to shiver in another orgasm. She clenched down on him again and came hard gushing more juices over his face. He kept on licking and sucking through two smaller orgasms and as quite content to continue when she abruptly stopped grinding against his face and hopped off him. Her eyes were glazed and heavy-lidded with lust as she quickly reversed position and sat astride his thighs. "Okay, baby...you've been a good boy and earned this..." though it was obvious that she wanted him inside her almost as much as he yearned to plumb her depths with his raging hard tool. She took his cock in her hand and rubbed the thick head in her juices until it glistened in the light of the computer monitor a few feet away. Jim moaned and thrust upward penetrating a couple inches with a moist slurp. But Alexa was in control and raised herself up just enough to avoid his thrusts. "Do you want me?" She asked tauntingly. "Yes. Please, let me..." Jim asked unashamed of his need. Having come this far, he could barely contain his desire. Having never been with a real woman before, this was already more pleasure than he dreamt possible and yet there was a driving surging need within him to go further. Again there were a few small slurping sounds as she continued to masturbate herself with just the tip of his dick. He felt the nub of her swollen clit slid under the ridges of his penis and began to thrust hungrily at her. Alexa relished the sensation of Jim's large cock rubbing against her clit faster and faster and felt another orgasm building inside her. Heat radiated from her core and just as she felt the first waves of pleasure wash over her she released her strangle hold on Jim's shaft, braced her hands on his chest and drop herself unto him in one swift motion. The moment seemed to draw itself out in slow motion as she felt every bump and vein ripple past her pussy-lips in the throes of a massive orgasm and she opened her mouth in a silent scream of ecstasy as the shaft pummeled deeper into her than any man had ever been. Jim reveled in the hot wet sheath that had enveloped him so suddenly and so fully and the little bit of restraint left within him broke completely loose. Not waiting for Alexa to take another breath, he rolled over quickly until he was on top of her convulsing body and even as he felt her cunt muscles contract tightly over the buried length of his cock he began to pound into her like a jackhammer gone wild. "Ahhhmmmmmyyyyyggaaawwwdd..." Alexa cried out in near hysterical delight wrapping her legs around the small of Jim's back. Her moaning was punctuated by little yelps each time Jim hammered into her. His dick was now coated in her wetness and though she was much tighter than he had imagined a real pussy would be, he slid in and out almost with ease like a slick wet glove. Cum dribbled down her thighs wetting the bed beneath them as Jim fucked and fucked for all he was worth. Weeks of pent up need and fantasizing culminated in a wild grunting piston-like explosion of energy as he tried to penetrate deeper and deeper into her grinding their pelvises with each downstroke. "Yes, yes, yesyesyesyes..." like a litany, Alexa cried out drowning in bliss. "Oh my—yes...so beautiful..." Jim grunted and panted. "Ohhhhh it's too much--" as she began to see spots. For a moment they locked in place crushing each other's bodies together, trembling. "AHHGGGGrrrrrrrrrr---" like the last breath of a dying man, Jim strained, burying himself completely, fully, oh so deeply and shut his eyes in overwhelming pleasure as he burst deep inside her exquisite pussy. What felt like a gallon of jizz splattered between their bodies and they collapsed in a heap of sweaty limbs out of breath, gasping. The room went hazy and Jim turned his head with what little energy he could muster to look at Alexa. Her eyes were glassy and unfocused like someone who had drunk one drink too much and she smiled wanly before nodding off. Not one to argue, Jim closed his own eyes and surrendered himself to sleep. To Be Continued... **Please email any comments/critique. Your feedback is always welcome. If you would like a response, fill in a return email address. This is the first installment, reader feedback will help shape next chapter. Thank you.** The Exchange Student By CasperWho & WildaRaven Martha said she told me all about it but as most men I have selective hearing or so I am told. Jordan my eighteen year old son vouched for what his mother said over coffee so I faded into the wall paper and mildly agreed to this exchange student staying in our daughter's room as they were away at College I read the propaganda that came along with pictures and personal information of the Swedish student that was about to grace our home for one year. Our twin daughters had moved out to be closer to college so that left two bedrooms empty and one I had hoped would become a private reading room and office for me. How little husbands know about what goes on in there own homes. Jordon seemed to like the idea of an exchange student living here for a year and even more so after he saw the pretty blonde's picture. Sylvia was only nineteen but she looked much older. This Scandinavian child had large blue eyes, blonde hair, broad square shoulders and looked lie she should be on the wrestling team. The picture was not full length but I guessed her legs were muscular to hold this solid body aloft. At the time it did not occurred to me that Jordon was thinking of how he might fair with a pretty young girl in the house. I had only guessed that our daughters were sexually active but they were twenty-one and out on there own. But I had not thought Jordon had already gotten laid more than a few times. Martha goaded me into joining she and Jordon for the welcome trip to the air port. Our small town has a small field and one commuter that comes in once a day. So the rules are some what relaxed there and we were out side of the terminal waiting when the plane pulled up. Jordon was ahead of us when this taller than she had looked in the picture blonde stepped down off the plane. I had to take a second look to make sure I was seeing what I was. Our nineteen year old had knockers that stood out like the noses on Mount Rushmore. Her back was as straight as a hickory tree and her polished face glowed like the full moon in the fall. She was gorgeous and as strange as it was I felt a little pang that was not a fatherly welcome. I should have known then there would be trouble in River City tonight. It turned out that Sill as she liked to be called spoke very good English and she was also a hugger and kisser. We all got hugs and kisses. Jordon got in the back seat and I thought he was seating way too close but what do I know. Aye, sure... Martha helped Sylvia move in and set up her room the way she pleased. I had to go play around of golf to cool down. In all the years Martha and I have been married I have only strayed twice. Once while I was on a hunting trip with my best buddy who would jump a tree stump if he thought it would be fun. Ben has been screwing every thing he could for over twenty years and still has a happy marriage well as far as I know. I guess no one really knows what goes on behind closed doors. The second time was when I hired an older lady to help out over the Christmas rush. She as I remember was also a big tit blonde with a real desire for sucking me off any place any time. She also was one hell of a good fuck. Martha has never enjoyed anal sex so even though she has allowed me this a few times in our twenty years my part time help not only enjoyed it she wanted it. So for two months I got lots of real ass, a great many blow jobs and some highly erotica sex. When it came time to let her go it was with a bonus and my heart felt thanks for a job well done. I never saw that older lady again and that may have saved my marriage as I was beginning to think I needed her more than my wife. There seemed to be new life in the house after Sill moved in. Martha would drive the kids to school every day and to what ever need to be after school. Sylvia seemed to be a good student and was popular with both girls and boys. The phone traffic was such that we had a separate phone line installed for the kids to use. I was learning to live with this child that thought nothing of roaming around the house half dressed and once of twice naked as the day she was born. Then one morning I was running late and this was the first time I had breakfast with my wife, son and our visitor. There was an air about the three I had not noticed before. They were very friendly toward one another even more so than other times. I got the strangest feeling I was missing some thing that these three were sharing but for the life of me I knew not what that was. I brushed it off and went to work and forgot about it. However a few days later I happen to stumble across my son and Sylvia at home alone while Martha was out doing something for her self. I was supposed to work most of that Saturday but our truck broke down and so I closed up early and came home. Not finding anyone in the kitchen or even down stairs I started to go up stairs when I heard voiced coming from the basement game room. I was half way down the stairs when I recognized the sounds as sexual sounds so I proceeded slowly. Jordon had Sylvia on all fours in front of the TV so they could watch a sex flick while Jordon screwed Sylvia doggie style. My son was giving her a good fuck from what I could see and this young teen was taking all he had and showed signs of wanting more. I had to admit Jordon was well hung for his age and for some strange reason that gave me a proud feeling as if I had given him a part of me. "Okay Sill Baby, I am ready to cum." Jordon said gasping for his breath. Sylvia turned around and quickly took his manly cock in her mouth and allowed Jordon to cum fully and completely before she let his cock slip form her mouth. "Jordon, I like the way you taste and I some time wish I could suck your cum all the time. But I know we must include." She paused there and looked up as if she did not want to say something out load. Then she went on "Others in our wonderful sex. I really do like to watch her suck you after I have brought you to this point. But some times I wish I could also taste your sweet cum." What the hell were they talking about? The two of them were having sex while another girl waited to suck Jordon off when he got ready to cum. This boy was getting more my mistake than I was on purpose. Then I wondered if I should tell Martha or talk to Jordon later by myself. I had to talk to this sex machine son of mine and make sure he was not about to father a child in who ever he was getting with... They seemed to be satisfied for the moment and so I let myself out and drove to the nearest bar for a drink and some serious thinking. First off I never knew we had any sex video tapes in the house. I wondered how they had gotten such a tape with both being under age. To but sex videos in our state one has to be twenty-one they must have had an older person buy it for them. Maybe this older person was the third part of there little sex group. Well God damn my son was into group sex at eighteen and here I was a forty nine year old man and I had never had any thing like this in my entire life. Boy these kids today are way ahead of my generation. Then a dark and sinister thought crept into my over sexed brain. Maybe there was some way I could join these kids and get some of that fine young girls ass or more accurately pussy. What the fuck was I thinking...? NO... NO... I had to have a talk with Jordon and bring a stop to this before Sylvia got knocked up. How long I sat there I really don't know. But as many a drinker knows it is real easy to lose time in a bar. Then my buddy appeared out of the mist and told me Martha had called him to see if I was out drinking. I was and he found me pretty well snookered. Ben slipped onto the stool next to me pulled out his cell phone and called my darling wife. He said he had found me and that I was fine only slightly drunk and he would bring me home soon. I don't know what she said but Ben smiled and said "Well Okay, but you are going to owe me big time and I fully expect to be paid well for this." I mumbled something to the effect "What the fuck was all that about." He laughed and said "Martha wants me to keep you here for an hour or so. So she can have some time with the kids." "Oh, sure I can see that; she is probably the one that is buying then there sex tapes. Did you know that Jordon is fucking that sexy little Scandinavian blonde and she can give head was well as Martha." I said not thinking too clearly. Ben said "God she must be good then because Martha is one hell of a cock sucker. None better in my book." "Oh, sure as if you know how good a cock sucker my wife is. I guess now your going to tell me that you have been fucking her like all the other broads around down." I said in the form of a question. Ben said "Well its about time you, you dumb shit wake up and see the world for what it really is. So yes, old buddy your beautiful Martha has been in my bed a few times and just so you know she had joined my wife and I for threesomes also. Martha and Karen are not strangers in the licking a crotch department. I can also answer your other question too. But it was not Martha that bought the kids the sex videos. It was me. But Martha was with me when I did. She picked out the one where the girl takes it up the ass while she sucks a cock. I may as well tell you Martha really enjoy that. So now you want to asked, how can she suck a cock and take one up her ass at the same time if she is with only me and Karen. Well old buddy, I have the joyous pleasure to in form you that Jordon has also joined Karen and I and dear Martha. Yes, yes, now close your mouth and listen you drunken bum. Jordon has fucked his mother as well as Sylvia." Ben sat there looking into my bleary eyes and seeing that my little fucking brain was try its best to simulate this all and not getting very far. So he pulled me off the bar stool and helped me to his car. My car was still back at the office. So I never had to worry about driving drunk. Ben pulled in the drive and again helped me around the back and in through the kitchen and down the stairs to the basement game room. I think the site my eyes were trying to focus on and the chemicals that were flowing in my body some how sobered me up enough for me to see three naked bodies; no four naked bodies. Karen was off to the side holding a drink while watching Jordon banging his darling mother in the ass while Martha had her mouth covering a sweet Swedish pussy. This was all too much for me and so I passed out. When I woke it was morning and I was naked on my bed with the morning sun trying its best to make me blind. On wobbling legs I made it to the shower. With my robe around me I went down stairs very carefully. Three smiling faces sat at the breakfast table smiling at me. Martha said "Nice too see your still alive dear. Would you like some thing to eat or will hot black coffee be enough for now. You were really shit face if you don't mine me saying so." I pointed at the coffee pot and sat at the counter looking at two teenagers that I knew were having sex. I had to admit Sylvia was one very sexy young thing and the thought of my eighteen year old son banging that made me jealous even though I never thought of myself as a jealous person. I sipped my coffee with no words coming forth. But after a few minutes I said "Martha how much of last night was real and how much was some mixed up crazy dream?" Martha looked at me and said "What on earth are you talking about Casper darling?" "Well if it was real then you know what I am talking about it I was dreaming then you don't. If that makes any sense." I said. Jordon said "You were pretty stoned Dad and you were talking kind of crazy like. It pains me to say so but I think you need to apologize to Mom and Sylvia for some things you said. I don't what to repeat them but you really were rather rank." I was beginning to feel a little less than the man I normally think of my self as being. I have thought of my self most of the time as a forth right and honest person and one that lets others live what ever kind of life they fine pleases them. So if I offended my lovely wife and this child guest in our home then I was wrong, very wrong and I needed to apologize for any wrong words that may have blubbered out of my mouth. Hanging my head I thought about what to say. Thoughts of remorse filled my mind but something was bugging me and the words that came out were something like. Maybe I am all wrong. But I do know that Jordon has been fucking our dear visitor because I saw them together down in the game room. That was one reason I went out and got drunk. So if that is true why not the rest of it. I have never seen Karen naked but I now know she has a birth mark on her hip. So that means Karen was here and she was naked. So seeing you naked my love is old hat for I have been screwing you for more than twenty years. But all during our married years you have only allowed me to indulge my fantasy of getting a real piece of ass, ass a few times. But there you were down on you all fours and your son and mine was ramming his cock up your ass with gusto and you my dear wife were enjoying the hell out of it. So I now have to believe that everything Ben told me about you screwing him and Karen must also have been true. So the only question left is why the hell have I been left out of all this screwing and cock sucking? Why have you allowed Jordon to screw you in the ass when you don't let me? Never mind I don't need to know the answer to any question but from now on I am going to get in on the fucking fun starting right now. Do you all understand me? Martha was teary eyed and Jordon was sullen but Sylvia was smiling from ear to ear. This little whore was happy that there was going to be another cock for her to suck and fuck. I knew that once this party got started it would not stop even after Sylvia returned home. But that was still nine months way so for the time being her ass and my wife's ass will be mine. I may even invite Ben and Karen over so we will a party of six. The Exchange Student Christina brushed away the strand of straight brown hair that had stuck to her cheek. Waiting by the luggage carousel was probably the thing she hated most about airports, though night flights and navigating airport hallways and corridors weren't that far down the list either and she knew she'd have to endure them all tonight. She was still feeling a bit hazy from the short sleep she'd managed to take and the spinning carousels and frantic chatter were really messing with her tense nerves. As if luck itself acknowledged how close Christina was to breaking point, she made sure that her baggage was the first passenger from her flight to lift her luggage from the carousel. She hurried through passport control and raced the little man on the "Exit" signs to the terminal's exit and into the waiting rooms where a sign with her name in the hands of a nervous, short haired eighteen year old called out to her. "Not bad", she thought to herself upon seeing his shy smile and hazel eyes, and she laughed inwards at the insanity of such thoughts in her current state. They'd arranged that she'd wear a simple black blouse over ripped jeans and sneakers so that he'd recognize her, though not a really original outfit, it all apparently worked out because the guy fumbled to let go of the sign and shake her hand. "I'm Damien, welcome to the states", he said with a wide smile "Christina, pleased to finally be here" she replied, with half-jokingly raised, delicate eyebrows. "Sorry if I'm not much of a talker on the way to your place", she added, "I'm tired as hell". It was a comfortable ride home, though Christina felt it would have been more comfortable if he didn't keep studying her all the time. She was turned to the side looking out of the window from her inclined passenger seat, and he could feel her eyes on her exposed lower back all the time. She hoped her thong wasn't showing but she didn't really care enough to do anything. Damien's glances became more frequent as his arousal grew. His eyes followed the cute little trench of her spine-line until it disappeared under a daring black thong that accentuated the butt he'd noticed since their encounter at the airport. So firm looking and inviting, and although not big, it playfully jutted out in two round, toned cheeks that stretched her denim trousers to bursting point. Even the mere inch of it plus the undergarment that was now on display was enough to form a tent on the front of Damien's pants the likes of which he had rarely experienced. He must have been fifteen minutes from his place when he decided that it had all become unbearable. He began to slide his hand down towards his pole but he snapped out of it when he heard Christina begin to shuffle. He froze for a second wandering if she had seen something but he soon realized she had simply turned around in her sleep. Now, he was faced with her relaxed Mediterranean face, her big almond shaped eyes closed under her thin delicate eyebrows and slowly breathing through her small nose, not a stereotypical Hollywood star nose, hers was slightly down turning but it blended greatly with the rest of the face. He let his eyes wander over her warm-looking mouth and rounded chin, lingered over the cherry red lips for a while, and then further down to her firm torso with the close hugging blouse that left little to the imagination, you could practically see the outline of the bra strap, from when it ran over the shoulder all the way down to where it connected with the cups that covered her breasts. They weren't obscenely big or anything, just the size that would snugly fill a large male palm and they made Damien's driving a real challenge. But the real challenge posed itself when he finally brought the car to a halt outside his place – showing his guest to her room without her noticing his erection. He decided he'd get her bag first, then wake her up whilst holding it in front of his crotch and carry it in that manner all the way to her room. It was all nice and dandy until he had to put the bag down. It was then that he realized that his tool was jutting out obscenely instead of growing parallel to his leg in his boxers, a second too late it seemed, because his guest looked up from her new bed on which she had sat and that aura of elegance that her face usually gave off, was now screaming 100% mischief instead. "How cute" was the only thing she said and to Damien's surprise she pulled her blouse over her head and threw it to hang on his tool before sliding under the bed sheets and taking off her jeans there. "Goodnight Damien", she added, before reaching for the light switch above her bedpost. He stood in the dark, dumbfounded for several long seconds before he spun around on his heels and headed for the bathroom, her blouse still hanging from his pole, but he decided against wasting tonight's sperm... he wanted it in or on Christina.. he wanted her bad. It was a hard night for him, in all the meanings of the word, and he was glad to be up the next morning, at least collage would help get his mind off her and relax for a bit. She was cold throughout the morning, with the exception of a wink here and there, she didn't even let him show her around the collage grounds, but the epitome came when he spotted her at the parking lot around noon with her hand around the person that Damien despised the most in the campus – some idiot jock kazanova called Steve, who obviously thought he could have any girl he liked. He even spanked her derriere when she began to walk towards Damien who was silently fuming in rage and envy. "Hey Dam, you've got some interesting guys around here" "It's a shame I haven't met any of them yet", was the solemn reply which seemed to elicit an enigmatic smile from her. The enigmatic behavior persisted all throughout the afternoon, but for Damien it all came to a head late in the afternoon. He was sure he had heard heels clicking in the corridor outside his bedroom, and when the door opened his guest let him know that she'd be going out with Steve for some coffee. He barely had time to take in the image of the girl with the black stiletto high heels, black dress and dark, kitsch stockings before he near exploded. "You can't date him", he snapped. "Excuse me?" came the amused reply. "He's a jerk, I'd rather you actually got to know people around here before dating them or at least ask me what they are like first" "And I'd rather date whoever I like and draw my own conclusions thank you very much." She was just about to slam the door "Your heels are absurdly hot." He tried to catch her off guard... "I'll lend them to you in the morning hours to help you jerk off if you want, after I've worn them in bed with Steve." She might as well have slapped him. She slammed the door and left him there, dick twitching dangerously with every dying click of her heels. He was devastated. Disappointed and embittered as ever, in his rage he was beginning to understand what pushed some people to hate crimes and even manslaughter. Was this the girl that he had developed such a huge crush on? His humiliation was only matched by his anger. When he got up he realized he was trembling. He managed to get out of his bedroom, and descended the stairs to the kitchen, even contemplating suicide with the bread knife. Suddenly someone grabbed him in a vice grip from behind. He felt a tongue nibbling his ear, a pair of lips pulling on his ear lobe. "You almost died of jealousy, didn't you big boy?" somebody said in a breathless chuckle. He then felt his attacker's hand rub his groin through his trousers as she licked and kissed her way down his neck. He was frozen with overwhelming confusion. Totally speechless. "What, you seriously thought I liked that idiot? I almost slapped him when he spanked me today. I don't know how I managed to hold back." His cock was a full mast again. "I get off on mind games you know. I guess I omitted that when I introduced myself at the airport." His foggy mind was still stringing the pieces together as she pushed him face-first onto the couch. He turned his head around to get a glimpse at her this time. There she was above him, straight brown hair framing the blushing cheeks, as her hands fumbled with his belt buckle. Off went the jeans, and the back of his underwear was pulled to just under his butt cheeks and no further since it was caught on his dick in front. She placed one knee of the arm of the couch and reached behind her to pull off one heel with the right hand. "Say something, anything" she said. Damien felt a hard cold object probe the entrance to his anus. He muffled a few frantic "no"s in between grunts, but his dick twitched wildly, smacking against his stomach where it left a few sticky spots. "Your mouth and your body don't seem to agree" she said with a devilish grin before she dropped the heel and turned him around. Seeing her clearly for the first time helped him finally calm down. She briefly stopped her assault as well. "Three W-words." He said staggering, "What, Why and wow". "There's no date, I hate Steve and I wanted you since the second I saw you", was the reply, "It's not rocket science. I just thought I'd add some spice to it. Now are you gonna participate or am I going to be jailed for rape?" "Yes, YES, Hell yes." He reached up to unzip her dress. It easily slid down, and she took off the other heel. Once in her underwear and stockings alone, she headed for the kitchen counter. "Where are you going" was Damien's amused question. "Making hot chocolate" she said as she put the cup in the oven. He watched in amusement, as she took off her stockings while waiting for the drink to heat up, and when it finally did, she carried it all the way back to the sofa. "What is this all about?" he asked, but she only signaled that he should be quiet. She took a few sips of the drink and then pulled his boxer shorts all the way down. She then took another sip, and without swallowing, she took his throbbing rod into her hot, wet mouth and began to blow him. Damien never thought he'd be one to express much emotion in love making, but here he was, moaning and groaning in maddening delirium. The sensation was rocketing beyond his wildest dreams. He felt like exploding every time she slid upwards, but as if she knew, she'd squeeze the base of his rod really hard every time and he wouldn't climax. This girl was clever and she was using it in the best way possible. She went on to take care of his testicles the same way, always with her hand at his base, while his nuts felt like floating in pure liquefied ecstasy in her mouth while the whole room smelled of chocolate and sex. His eyes rolled back into his head and he began thrashing around as if wanting to escape her grip and explode, but at that point she paused and gave him a stern look. "Promise me we're not finishing until I do." Was all she said. With inhuman selflessness, he got up and went down on her, this time genuinely catching her off guard, as he tore off her skimpy thong and cupped her tight ass cheeks. He began to devour her with all his amateurish passion, licking sloppily all over the place, something which she fortunately seemed to find quite arousing. It wasn't long before she begun to wither around, and grunted "I want you in me, NOW! I'm on the pill" It was his turn to push her back onto the wide sofa and begun to wildly plunge into her silky depths. He was determined to make it last as long as his body could take, and beyond that, but he could see the end approaching fast. Christina's squirming intensified, now their lewd sounds filled the room, and suddenly, her moans transformed into words, words of another language, probably her mother tongue, which got more and more highly pitched until she erupted into a window shattering scream, that the neighbors definitely heard. Amazingly, Damien held on and kept plunging into her through her shaking and moaning until it subsided into a small shudder. She opened her eyes and looked at him, their sweaty bodies closely stuck together, he was shaking wildly from his exertion to hold back. "Not finished?" She whispered. He shook his head to give a negative reply. She smiled kindly, and leaned to the side to pick up her heels off the floor. She slid them, quite a feat, considering that he was still in her and wrapped her feet closely around him, the heels digging uncomfortably into his thighs. She slid her left hand under his ballsack and her right explored the entrance to his anus. Suddenly she tightened the grip, contracted her pussy walls whilst lightly squeezing his balls and gently slid a finger into his rear hole. He felt as if he was totally gripped from all sides as if from an octopus or a squid. The world around him begun to blur and she felt her forehead against his. "Easy now" was the last thing he heard before all the dams gave way. He arched his back and moaned in release as he felt the multiple explosions in his groin. He involuntarily shuddered again and again, until he thought his spine would snap, and then it all quieted down into an unforeseen calm. It would take him days to fully grasp what had just happened. The Exchange Student "Do you think we'll ever get him to do it, Alex?" Max asked. He moved his palm over the basket of his Speedo and made adjustments for what was expanding in there. "I doubt it, Max," I answered. Turning onto my side on my chaise lounge, sitting close to his, beside the pool. I reached over and ran my hand under the waistband of his drying bathing suit. I found what I was searching for and pulled it out of his Speedo and fondled it while Max leaned over and gave me a deep kiss. When we came up for air, I looked over across the pool, where Miguel, the pool boy, was raking the surface for debris with a long-handled pool rake. I wanted to see if he had his eye on us. And he did. Pretty good, I thought, for two fifty-something geezers. Both Max and I worked hard on our bodies. You don't run a highly profitable hands-on construction company from the front lines without keeping yourself in good shape. Max and I did it all—from adjusting architectural drawings to constructing the houses to decorating and furnishing them. And we did it as a couple—as a committed couple—and had been doing it that way for over twenty-five years. And no one—not the clients nor our contractors nor the guys we hired to work with us—most of whom were just like us—ever had a thing nasty to say about it—at least not to our faces. We'd built up a good business, lived in a mansion, and had no trouble hiring a pool boy who was happy to take cock from us. It's just that this one wasn't coming around to taking us both at once—which was our favorite fetish. "It would be so nice if he'd do it," Max murmured. "Nice young guy like that; great butt. Luscious brown body and beefy dick." "Yeah, but he's been pretty definite about it," I answered. "Takes us separately well enough." "Just not quite 'it,' you know." "Yep. But speaking of which, do you think this Thai exchange student we're scheduled to pick up tomorrow will—" "Said he would in the e-mails. That hookup service claimed to match us up with what we wanted." "Yeah, still . . . claiming something just to get to the States is one thing and delivery is something else." "Yeah, Chances are he won't even show. Well, we'll know tomorrow." "Yeah, maybe. Or maybe he'll lead us on like Miguel here just to spin out how long he can stay in the States." Max sighed and stretched out on his chaise as I slow-pumped him to a more-than-respectable length and girth. "Is he watching us?" he asked, his voice getting thick with want. "Yes." I answered. "And he looks interested. The way he's holding that pole but watching us rather than what he's doing, I wouldn't be surprised if he fell in." "And then we could fight for who went into the pool to save him?" Max answered with a laugh. The laugh turned to a long moan, though, as I dipped my head down to his pelvis and let my lips open over the head of his cock and my tongue flicker at his piss slit. It was quiet for a couple of minutes other than the low slurping and gurgling sound I was making and the moans Max was emitting as I closed my mouth over his cock and pulled him deep inside me. I had cupped his balls in my hand, and I squeezed gently and deep-throated him and held it there. Max was gasping and raising his hips to my face, and I felt the fingers of both of his hands run into my hair as he held my head steady, his throbbing cock buried to the root in my throat. I held until I felt a gag coming on and then I retreated—but only until my lips were covering just his cock bulb—and I applied pressure and flicked at his piss slit with my tongue. Between gasps and jerks of his pelvis and the bunching of his fists in my hair, Max muttered all of the things a man will when he's getting a good blow job, and then his groans started again as I slowly swallowed him whole for a second time and held there as long as my gag reflex would allow. The third time I did this, Max lurched and cried out. "Oh god. You do that one more time and I'll come." I did it again, but, although he jerked and gasped as before, he didn't come. "Liar," I said, as I came up off his cock. And then I laughed and turned my head to see what Miguel was doing, and, sure enough, the pool rake had been dropped into the water and he was standing there, sort of crouched down a bit, his eyes bug eyed and trained on what I was doing to Max across the pool. He had the front of his baggy swim trunks pulled down under his ball sac and his plump brown cock in his fist. "You want to come or do you want to do Miguel?" I turned my head back to Max's face and whispered. "He looks about ready for it." "We could try again," Max whispered back. "OK. Let's give it a go. No reason not to try. You do the setup." I pulled away from Max and rummaged around in the gym bag next to my chaise and fished out a couple of condom packets. I held them up for Miguel to see and gestured to Max. Miguel stripped off his swimming trunks, and by the time he had walked over to the diving board and leaned over it with his hands gripping the side of the board, Max was up and crouched behind him and working between the young hunk's butt cheeks with his tongue and fingers. I laid back and pulled my cock out of my Speedo and pleasured myself to greater length and thickness as I watched my beautiful, full-muscled, gray-haired man arching Miguel's head back with a fist in his black curly hair as he pumped the Latin's ass hard with his thick cock. After a while of this, Max leaned over and whispered something in Miguel's ear and must have gotten the response he wanted, because he changed positions with Miguel. Max was now lying flat on his back on the diving board and Miguel was straddling his pelvis with his hips, facing him, and riding his cock. Max turned his head to me and smiled, and I understood what he was suggesting. Rising from my chaise, still fisting my cock, I stripped my Speedo off and then approached the fucking pair from the rear. I stood over Max's thighs, straddling the land end of the diving board and moved my hands around under Miguel's armpits and latched onto his nipple rings. Nicely brown bodied and tightly muscled, he had an intriguing swirl-effect tattoo all on one side of his torso that led down from the hollow of his neck on one side and covered his shoulder and biceps and ran down his side, ending in a snake tail pointing down from his navel to a very nice appendage that now was encased in one of Max's fists. I brought my lips to the hollow of Miguel's neck where the tattoo started and nibbled him there, and he groaned in acceptance and raised his tattooed arm and cupped the back of my head. I was pinching and prodding his nipples and pulling at his nipple rings, and I held my cock against the small of his back and let the rhythm of the rise and fall of his own pelvis in countermotion to the fucking of Max's cock inside him raise friction between my cock and the small of his back. I moved the fingers of one hand down to his entrance and inserted them on either side of Max's moving cock, leaving little doubt what direction we were headed here. For the briefest moment I thought it was going to work. I had Miguel pitched a bit forward toward Max's chest and I was moving my cock head down along the small of his back toward my goal—and Miguel was breathing hard and moaning. But then he was muttering opposition and wriggling around and saying, "No, no. One at a time." And not wanting to force the issue, I just stopped and held there, holding him in place as Max's thrusts became more rapid and deeper. I turned Miguel's face to me and captured his lips until he pulled away with a cry and creamed Max's chest, followed soon thereafter with Max lurching and filling a condom inside Miguel. And then Max came out from underneath Miguel, and we turned Miguel on his back on the board and Max splayed himself over Miguel's body. They sixty-nined noisily as I crouched between Miguel's spread thighs and fucked him to my completion in the wake of Max's visitation there. Miguel left quite pleased; as always we tipped really, really well for extra pool service. But I, for one, wasn't completely satisfied. And I didn't think Max was either. We were hoping for better the next day when Max and I both appeared at the international arrivals area of the airport all showered and slicked up and trembling in anticipation. It had been Max who had found the "seniors" Web site on the Internet that was a Southeast Asian-based one and provided a meeting ground for "seeking" men. And both Max and I understood that nearly all of the young guys—mostly Thai because of the origin of the site—posting there were looking for a sugar daddy to get them to a promised land—preferably the United States. Digging deep into the site, Max discovered a service it was claiming to run—called an exchange student program. Anyone who would front the money to get a young Thai guy into the States with enough evidence he was coming there to study at a college—plus would help him get enrolled—could have the services the two mutually agreed to—for a nice finder's fee, of course. Max and I had plenty of money to burn, so we thought, what the hell, we'd give it a go for the right services. We went over the profiles of all of the presentable young-looking guys and narrowed our choice to a solid, husky, handsome guy named Dao. A good part of why we picked him was because he said he bottomed, was interested in men between 50 and 70 (a sure sign of a hunt for a sugar daddy), and that he enjoyed "group" and experimentation. We started a correspondence with him through the Web site's chat room and exchanged more pictures—his photos showing more intimate poses than the ones connected to his profile, and we being careful to always both be in the photos we sent him including nude shots and our full erections. Eventually, we got down to "will you take double?" After his "no problem" response, we were off getting him enrolled in the local community college that would take anything that was breathing as long as it had the up-front tuition fee. And then we were negotiating with the folks behind the service, who, of course took an enormous up-front cut and then another cut off all of the legal and documentation fees to get Dao into the States on a student visa and cleared to live with an American family under an exchange student program. Everyone understood that there would be some exchange of services for hosting the exchange student—but the authorities had no need to be told that those services involved the "student's" spread ass. When the customs area at the airport was emptying out, Max and I got a double surprise. All along we'd both thought this just wasn't going to happen—that it was a con—but the whole idea had made us hard and the great fucks we gave each other while contemplating it were well worth the expense—it had rejuvenated our sex life. So, our first surprise was that there was a young Thai guy coming out of Customs and signaling at the sign we were waving with "Dao Chula." on it. (There hadn't been room to run the tongue-twisting Chulalakornampat segment of his name.) The second surprise—although we should have taken that possibility into account too—was that Dao wasn't the robust Dao of the pictures he'd sent. He was a very nice-looking young man, but he couldn't have been much over five feet tall and he was as thin and willowy as a seedling. He smiled bravely and just looked at us with a confused "I don't speak English" look on his face as, trying not to look too dismayed and angry, we attempted to sort out that we had every right to expect something else—a strong, broad-hipped guy able to soldier two cocks at once. We had been duped. Not in any of the ways we had contemplated, but in a way we should have thought of. Internet posters do the "bait and switch" thing with photos all of the time. The joke was on us, and we'd assumed it might be, so Max and I quickly recovered—we'd already agreed that it would make a good story for the other guys in our circle of friends no matter what happened. It was too late in the day to reticket Dao on the spot, so we decided to just take him home and make the return travel arrangements the next day. We'd have an expensive laugh over it, but that didn't mean we'd send him to school or give him a free pass into the States. Besides, he was a cute little piece. Unless he lied about everything, we'd each give him a ride that night for a return on our investment—unless, of course, he'd lied about taking cock as well. Once back in the house, we showed Dao the room where he could spend the night—but just one night, we tried to make clear. He wandered down the upstairs hall, looking into bedrooms and baths, with that "I've died and gone to heaven" look in his face. We left him reveling in one night of the American dream, and I went downstairs and into the kitchen to start up the celebration dinner we had planned to either mark how clever we'd been or to cover our defeat in style. Following behind me, Max, muttering his disappointment, grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge in the kitchen and then went out onto the sun porch that overlooked the swimming pool and our expansive backyard. It was about twenty minutes latter that I first heard the sounds. I thought Max had turned on the TV out on the porch or popped in one of those porn movies we kept handy to help put our new conquests in the mood. But the sounds didn't stop, and they intruded into my attention while moving around and slicing this and putting that into the oven. And I finally walked out to the porch to see what Max was doing. Max was sprawled in one of the deep-cushioned rattan chairs pointed out toward the pool. Naked as a jaybird. His legs were bowed wide and his arms were hanging loosely down toward the floor over the arms of the chair. His head was slung back, resting on the back edge of the chair. The expression in his face conveyed sheer ecstasy. Straddling his hips, also naked, and riding Max's cock like a rodeo champion was the thin, willowy Dao. He was looking as happy to be there as Max was. I looked on, astonished, as Dao lifted himself nearly the whole length of Max's extra-long cock and then slammed down again in a repeated move that seemingly would take Max's dick bulb up under the diminutive Thai's chin. Seeing me, Max opened his mouth and, after emitting a long, drawn-out moan of supreme satisfaction, muttered, "Nothing wrong with his English. Told me in no uncertain terms that he could take us both together. Swears—and fucks—like a sailor." And he was absolutely right. I was stripped in record time and not long afterward, crouched between Max's spread legs and behind the little Thai's back, I had raised his buttocks in the palms of my hands and pressed my cock head to his entrance above the root of Max's cock—and discovered that Dao was as juicy and loose as a goose and I could slide right in along Max's cock. I think I could have gotten another cock in there if we had one handy. This Thai guy certainly was well prepared. Max gave a gasp and another long moan as I slid in along his tool, and our faces met over Dao's tiny shoulder and we kissed as our cocks made love to each other at the same time as they made love to Dao's slack channel. Dao was there, but Max and I were making love to each other. Later, as we were taking seconds, Max and I both standing in the center of the porch and sandwiching and working Dao's supple little body between us as he encircled my waist with his legs, Dao's sing-song voice broke into our harmony of sighs. "Dao is good?" he asked, almost plaintively. "You keep Dao here and I go to school." "Yes, Dao is very good," Max whispered after letting loose of my lips with his. "You can certainly stay. But the photographs—" "Would you have invited Dao to come if I sent true pictures?" Dao's voice sounded dubious, and rightfully so. "No, I suppose not," Max answered. And he started to laugh, but I felt his cock shudder alongside mine inside Dao's channel, and I knew he was ejaculating yet again. I had been holding myself back, but let it flow then—and all three of us moaned together. "That was my friend Amphorn in pictures," Dao murmured in a low tone. "He would like to go to school in America too. Maybe—?" "Uh, I don't know, Dao, we—" "Amphorn takes two cocks one time too. Amphorn also gives extra-special-good blow job. Amphorn very, very good." "We'll start the paperwork tomorrow," Max answered with a big grin. The only regret we had that day was that I let dinner get charred to ash. The Exchange Student Alisha Fawkes drove home frustrated. She had been planning on attending her weekly aerobics workout, as she did every Tuesday afternoon, but there had been a blackout at the gym, and all classes had been cancelled. As she stopped at a red light, she fixed her blond hair in the mirror, brushing it out of her eyes. Alisha liked to get at least four hours of exercise in every week, and since her husband James had been reticent in the bedroom recently, all she had left for exercise, and to burn off her excess sexual energy, was aerobics classes twice a week. Not that she needed to be vigilant about exercise. She had been blessed with a good body, tall and slender, and naturally muscular. Her long blond hair flowed below her shoulders, just wavy enough that she could play with it without being so irritating that it tangled. Her stomach remained flat, and her body taut, from her exercise, even though she did have to special order sports bras to support her 36D breasts during her workouts. It was probably her naturally nice body that had gotten her into trouble so early in life. She had developed early, and been sexually active as a sophomore in high school. Everyone talked about how morals had decayed in modern America, but she was living proof that twenty years earlier it had been just the same. She had met her husband, James, her junior year in high school, and fallen madly and instantly in love with him. He had been dating her older sister Betty at the time, the two going to the same college, but Alisha had known that it wouldn't last between them. A year later, they had broken up, and Alisha had moved in for the kill. After a whirlwind romance, the two had been married a year to the day after their first date. Within a month, Alisha had been carrying James' son, William. She had never regretted getting married young, or being a young mother. She was actually quite proud that the neighbors' sons had obvious crushes on her, and she would frequently allow herself to be seen in revealing clothing, tight shorts and low cut shirts that would outline her voluptuous body to titillate the young men. She knew for a fact that the Fawkes' exchange student, Harry Lee, had developed a crush on her. The boy would constantly stare at her, especially when he thought she wasn't looking, and she would sometimes go out of her way to bend over the table at dinner to flash him a view of her cleavage. She figured she would be giving the boy fantasies to take back home with him, perhaps even to tell his Chinese friends about the busty women in America. Smiling to herself at the thought of poor Harry masturbating while thinking about his host mother, she pulled into the driveway of her house, parking her car next to the garage. She fished in her purse for her keys, climbed out of her SUV, and entered through the back door. Her maid, Carmen, would probably be watching TV in the living room, and she didn't want to disturb the young woman. Carmen did an excellent job keeping the Fawkes large house clean, and Alisha didn't mind her taking the occasional hour off to relax. Carmen wasn't in the living room, although the television was on. Alisha went to the kitchen to get a drink of water, grabbing the remote and turning off the TV on the way there. In the kitchen, she paused, catching a faint sound which had been covered up by the television before. She cocked her head, and could barely make out the sound of a woman, either shouting or speaking loudly, muffled and coming from the basement. She grabbed her cell phone from her purse in one hand, her pepper spray in the other, she wasn't stupid, and went to investigate. The basement had been converted into a weight and game room for her son, with an open staircase that led onto the lower floor. After Harry had moved in, they had also installed a mirror along the wall facing the stairs, so that he could practice and teach Billy some martial arts. As Alisha crept down the stairs, she realized that the muffled sounds were coming from Carmen, who was straddling the weight bench with her head thrown back. This would not have been so shocking, except that she was naked, and lying on his back on the weight bench was Harry Lee, their exchange student. Carmen was grinding her hips against Harry's, and her muffled cries of "Mas! Mas! Don't stop!" were what Alisha had heard upstairs. Alisha froze as she watched the two go at it, Carmen's long black hair bounced up and down her back as she tossed her head in ecstacy. With the mirror behind the two, Alisha has a full view of sexual act being played in her basement, and she watched as Harry's hands reached up and grabbed Carmen's large breasts (although not as large as her own, Alisha noticed, but just as perky), playing with them as she rode him. For their part, Carmen and Harry were too engrossed in their passion to notice the older woman staring at them on the stairs. Carmen loved the feeling of Harry's cock inside of her. He was not huge, but he was definitely larger than she would have guessed, considering the myths about Asian men. The other myth, though, that they were incredibly skilled lovers, was definitely true. She bounced up and down on his penis, reveling in the feeling of the pole sliding up and down inside her cunt. Her hands, balancing herself on the weight bar, released the support and grabbed Harry's hands, forcing him to grab her breasts harder, to knead them with tremendous force. She could feel shivers up and down her spine as he played with her breasts, and as her own hand occasionally touched herself. She loved masturbating almost as much as sex, but none of her boyfriends had ever been interested in performing that act with her. Harry, on the other hand, loved to watch her masturbate, and they would frequently spend ten or fifteen minutes naked in front of each other, simply watching the other play with themselves. Harry moved his hands away from her breasts, allowing her the illicit pleasure of feeling her own breasts, and the erotic touch of her own hand increased her passion. "Oh, madre dios!" she cried. "Fuck me, fuck me hard, make me come. I love your cock, love it, love it!" She repeated this over and over as she played with her breasts and bounced up and down on Harry's hard cock. She could feel her orgasm building, and she ground her clitoris down on his pubic bone, building up the tension in her pussy to the breaking point. "Aiiiieeeeee!" she screamed as her orgasm washed over her. Her hips worked like a steam engine, grinding against Harry's body and cock, forcing every last moment of pleasure from her enraged groin. She convulsed as a second, and then a third orgasm hit her, her hands tightening on her breasts, her sweat slicked skin preventing her from getting a good grip on the beautiful orbs. Harry grabbed her ass, squeezing it and then dipping his finger into her asshole, provoking a fourth orgasm right on the heels of the last one. She almost hit her head on the weight bar as she convulsed on top of him one more time, barely catching herself and lowering her face to Harry's. With one hand still on her ass, he took his other hand and grabbed the back of her neck, scratching the lower scalp and sending one further shiver down her spine, then he pulled her lips to his and kissed her hard, forcing his tongue into her mouth and swirling it around. Then, before she could even get her breath back, he grabbed her in his arms and sat up, swiveling around and placing her face first on the bench. "What?" she asked, "what are you doing?" She was answered by Harry's rhythmic thrusting into her pussy, his still hard cock plunging deeper into her with each thrust. "Oh my god," she whined, "I'm done!" "No, you're not," Harry replied, his voice taut with concentration. He had been fucking the maid for almost an hour now, and he was beginning to feel the need to come. "Trust me." Carmen thought he was wrong, but as his hand slid under her body to begin playing with her clit, she realized that she was getting aroused yet again. As he moved his cock back and forth, her juices began to flow, and she arched her back as the pleasure began to increase. She supported herself on one hand and grabbed her breast, kneading it again, then rubbed her hand down over her sweat slick stomach to her pussy, grabbing Harry's hand and pushing it out of the way so she could feel her wet juices flow from her cunt. Harry obligingly let Carmen pleasure herself, knowing she could do a much better job than he could, and concentrated on pistoning his cock into her cunt with all his might. His huge balls began to swing back and forth as he increased his rhythm, bumping against Carmen's hand as she fingered herself. He grabbed her hips with both hands and began pounding into her, pulling her back to meet each of his thrusts. After a moment, Carmen began to be overwhelmed by the feeling of being taken so thoroughly, and dropped her hands to her sides, holding onto the bench for support as Harry's cock drove into her again and again. His balls began to slap against her clit as they fucked, each quick strike sending a small spark of electricity through her brain. Each time it happened it got a bit stronger, and Carmen realized she would quickly reach the heights of orgasm one more time. She began to mutter to herself as he fucked her, reveling in the feeling of his hard cock inside her. "Fuck me," she said softly, "fuck me like that. I love that, fuck me, fuck me good. Oh my god, fuck fuck fuck! Yes! Give it to me! Mi dios! Mi dios! Fuck me, fuck me!" Harry smiled to himself as he pounded into the beautiful hispanic women. He reached up with one hand and grabbed a handful of her full, black, curly hair. She arched her neck as he pulled gently on her hair, her mouth open in passion and her eyes wide and unseeing. Carmen could feel Harry's cock expanding inside her, and she knew that she was close as well, and she began pushing her hips back against his as he thrust into her, wanting him as deep inside of her as he could go. His balls slapping against her clitoris had driven her up the wall of intense passion and she could feel that wall begin to crumble. Her legs began to feel like rubber, and she was amazed as the young man continued to fuck her over and over, pounding again and again into her. "More! More!" she screamed, pistoning against him. She could feel her breasts sway with her movements, and the pendulous feeling turned heron even more. Sweat dripped down her spine and off the sides of her tits as she convulsed, the orgasm hitting her. She screamed as this one hit, bigger and better than the ones before, bigger than any orgasm she'd ever had. "Oh mi dios! It's so fucking good! Fuck me, do it! I'm coming, oh mi dios I'm coming again!" Wave after wave of pleasure hit her, shaking her body, and her legs collapsed out from under her, causing her to bellyflop onto the weight bench. Her breasts pinched between her body and the side of the bench but that only caused another wave of sensation to spiral out from her cunt and she grabbed her hair, pulling on it, pulling it out of Harry's hands as she pushed herself up over the wall, skyrocketing into space as her orgasm hit her again and again. Harry grabbed her hips, bending his knees and pounded as hard as he could, and then he was there, too, his cock and enormous balls exploding inside the maid as she lay on the bench, almost fainting from the overload of sensation she had received. The feeling of his cum spurting against her vagina walls sent her off one last time, but she was too tired to even move, and instead just let out a little whimper and closed her eyes as one final shiver went up her spine, radiating out from there to the tips of her fingers and toes. Alisha had stood frozen on the stairs as the scene had played out in her basement. She had dropped the pepper spray bottle without knowing it, and her hand was inside her sweatpants, rubbing her own clit as he watched her maid get fucked royally below her. Suddenly, when the two stopped, she realized what she had done, and quickly yanked her hand out of her pants, grabbing the pepper spray. Still entranced by the scene below, Carmen laying on the weight bench, licking her own juices from her fingers in the last throes of ecstacy, she remained silent. Then, Harry glanced into the mirror for a moment, and Alisha realized how exposed she was, and fled up the stairs, praying he hadn't seen her. The Exchange Student It was Mid-December of 1983 and I was a freshman at UC Berkeley. I was reveling in my time away from home and family as I was not getting along with my new stepmother and just loved the freedom and independence of college life. I'd chosen to go to art school at CCAC...the California College of Arts and Crafts but my father wanted me educated at the University so a deal was struck. I could take two courses per term at the art school and four per term at CAL. I needed permission to do this for my course-load was in excess of the eighteen credits permitted, but I was a good student, not very pressed by social distractions, had no boyfriend, and could concentrate on my studies. It was strange how things worked out. Berkeley was a highly prestigious school and it took a high GPD to enter, but my father was an important man, well known to the university. He had come with me in the fall and had demanded to see the Chancellor of the university. We were shown right in and my father's first words after introductions were "I want my daughter to be admitted to the art history department!" The immediate response was "Welcome to CAL." No transcript, no letter of recommendation, no portfolio of accomplishments, team sport or expertise with a tuba. Just a welcome. As a late arrival I had the good fortune to be given a room in an old Victorian house owned by the school on College Avenue. My room was fit for two but I would be the only resident. There were eight other girls in the house but I decorated the room as if my own and simply had one unused bed. I put up some Beatle posters from Yellow Submarine and my father bought me a little vanity, a cushy chair, and a bookcase at a local thrift shop. I'd brought far too many clothes with me from New York, but one look around town that first day, walking down Telegraph Avenue with my dad, and I knew I'd be needing little beside jeans and tee shirts. The place was the height of dress-down, but I kept some girlie stuff just in case I met a boy I wanted to impress or was invited to parties...that sort of thing. And I kept all my lingerie, underwear and shoes. That I would not part with. My first term was outstanding. In art class at CCAC I was learning to paint in oils and also to pot. I loved handling the clay and also to make Greek vase shapes like the ones I had helped to excavate all over the Mediterranean with my archaeologist father. Painting them was an added bonus for I took Greek Pottery at CAL with Professor Darryl Amyx, the most prominent scholar on the subject on the West Coast. He would help me choose my subjects and my drive was to make copies of famous originals, right down to aging them and making them into exact likenesses. On campus I was very noticeable, alternating between cut-offs and tank tops and button-downs and short skirts. I wore make-up and shaved my legs; that alone tended to set me apart from the earthy types at CAL. But what really did the trick was the fact that I was five feet, eleven inches tall, slender yet busty, and heads turned as I roamed the campus. One year earlier I was hiding my figure beneath shapeless tops and baggy jeans but recently I had begun modeling and my self-image had improved. I wasn't a tease. I had no one to tease. Guys stared at me but no one approached me and I just went about my business without many friends although I did have a couple of girlfriends who were study buddies but they were often with boyfriends at mixers on the weekends. That was fine. I enjoyed my own company and usually just retreated to books or took BART to San Francisco to visit the De Young or sit in Golden Gate. In the second week of December I was asked to come to the Dean's office and had a chat about the need to share my room with an incoming upper-classman from Delhi. She was an exchange student in biology, two years older than me and had never been to the United States. Her father was a doctor in India and evidently had close ties with the university. "We have a couple of other places we could place her Becca, but we thought you would be the best choice." "Why do you think that Professor?" I asked. "Well...your familiarity with other cultures, your outstanding grades, your personal style. We just assumed you could be a great host and help her fit in." I had no objection and asked if I could write to her and start a conversation before she came. The Dean picked up his phone and dialed an endless number of digits on his trimline, having a word with her father...a Dr. Patel. The phone was handed to me and the most beautiful musical voice answered. Sarika and I spoke for about ten minutes and the Dean kindly left the room to give us our privacy. She would be starting the winter term on January sixth, but would be coming via New York. I suggested she come a few days early so we could meet in the city and come west after the holidays. We agreed to meet at JFK on December 30th and I would be her host and have her stay in a guest room in our Upper West Side brownstone. The Dean smiled when I told him of my plans and said he knew I would be the best person to help Sarika acclimate. A week later I was home for the holidays and had my house to myself for several days while my father was in Mexico touring pre-Columbian sites with his new wife. This was the first time I hadn't gone to Rome for Christmas, the break being such a short one. I was on the phone quite a bit with my mom to make up for it. Since my parents' divorce when I was 13, I'd been shipped over to Italy three times a year, every year...summer, Easter and Christmas. I spent some time researching India and found myself captivated with the ancient culture. So many of my generation and the one before had a fascination with eastern religion. Sarika, however, sounded very polished, very English. I had loved her voice and accent on the telephone. Two years older than me, I thought. I hope she doesn't think me silly and superficial. Where would I take her? I was so excited to show her around New York. I wondered what she would look like; perhaps short and a little chubby if she was from a wealthy family. I imagined a very conservative woman more than a girl, perhaps veiled, definitely wearing a multi-colored sari, perhaps barefoot...definitely with a third eye painted between her brows. Hmmm...how mystical. The big day arrived and Papa and I went to the airport and awaited her flight. We could see into the customs arrivals and watch all the passengers pass through passport control. Watching each and every woman who passed, I could not decide which would be my roommate. Then suddenly, there was a tap on my shoulder and I turned around and found a stunning, slender, curvy, dark haired girl with cocoa skin, red lips and wicked eye brows which slanted down. She was nothing like what I had expected. She was exotic, to be sure, but could have been Spanish or Italian, or Lebanese. She wore faded jeans and a button-down shirt She was so beautiful and gave me the most wondrous smile of white teeth, then hugged me tight and whispered in my ear..."I knew you would be beautiful Rebecca...I just knew you would be." She smelled of heaven and faraway places, her skin warm and her cheek soft. Her hair came in waves of curly fullness and was so dark it was practically blue. I'd wrapped my arms around her and held her to me and could not believe she was so much taller than I'd expected...and wearing heels. Our embrace lasted so long that my father had to interrupt and ask that he too could have a chance to meet my friend. Sari pulled apart and turned to my Papa and held him and brushed her cheeks against his own. She might even have been taller than he was, but my father's look of surprise was what I noticed. His eyes open wide and his handling of her, as if she was a precious jewel made me blush and I felt warm all over. I knew we would be best of friends. I just knew it. My dad retrieved her bags from the carousel and the two of them walked side by side as I followed behind and I was stunned. Look at how she walks! Oh my God. She swayed, she glided, she floated on air in the most sensuous gait I'd ever seen in a woman. I watched, transfixed, then found myself trying to copy her pattern. How do her hips do that? Wow. We had an incredible week in New York; restaurants, museums, concerts, Broadway shows. My father made sure she had the total experience. We were approached by guys...some much older than us, and I was stunned at Sarika's ability to playfully handle them. She was in total control and set the agenda, even with the most testosterone packed predators that came our way. She had a power over all around her, but for me, and with me, she had a different face...a kindness and comradery I'd never had with a girlfriend. We travelled together back to CAL and she was very pleased with her new room in the hundred year old wooden house that we would call home for the semester. Our first night back I took her to the local hang-out, a bar on College Avenue where my study buddies would go with their jock boyfriends. I had a beer and she had a ginger ale. The place was filled with returning students and was loud and rowdy. Suddenly an arm draper over my shoulder and two huge dudes pressed up against me. These were a couple of football players from the CAL Bears, one tall and trim, shoulders spanning the globe, the other...the one with his arm dangling over my shoulder, the size of a refrigerator. I blanched and Sarika immediately took control. She placed an open hand on the taller guy's chest and said, "I am so sorry, but you are not my friend's type so please be a gentleman and leave her alone." His face dropped and he back away a step. Then she lift the other's hand off my shoulder and said "Come here my friend, we need to talk." Leading him to a chair that I doubted would support his weight, Sarika pushed him down into the seat and then, shockingly, sat in his lap. He too was stunned by her willpower. "Now didn't your mother teach you to be a gentleman around a lady? What makes you think it is acceptable behavior to simply cover her shoulder with your arm? Did she invite you to act in such a manner? If you wish to approach such a wonderful woman, you must do so with your mind first or you will never have a chance to tell her that you are worthy of her company. The next time you see her you should smile and say hello, then introduce yourself, don't you think?" Other members of the football team had surrounded us and were all smiling ear to ear at this linebacker in the chair, the expression gone from his face, no effort at holding or stroking the total babe in his lap. Sarika looked up and scanned the faces of all those around her and her eyebrows angled down in a frown. All of them, every one of those men...big boys really, suddenly appeared contrite and looked away from her piercing eyes and down to the floor. She rose, took my arm, and said goodbye and we left...a few goodbye's following us out of the bar as we departed. I'd never seen anything like that. I was stunned. We stepped outside and she laughed and laughed and it was contagious. I'd learned a lot of the power of a woman that night. It was fascinating how fearless and strong willed she was. She was my hero. Sarika had brought little with her to decorate the room, except for a post card sized colored image of the Hindu god Ganesh...a chubby elephant with a crown. The next day we went, at her suggestion, to an army/navy store in Oakland and bought an old parachute. This we hung from the ceiling and draped over the walls and the entirety of the room. She went at it with scissors and made openings for the door and bay windows, making her own tie-backs and a hole in the center for our single center light fixture. We bought lovely textiles and Sari made pillows and bolsters and we removed the bedframes and put our mattresses directly on the floor. Our room was so exotic and we burned incense in our room, the TA's at first assuming we were smoking weed, then realizing we were not. Candles not being permitted, we strung Christmas lights around the room, giving a soft glow and a huge degree of atmosphere. We had the best dorm room ever. We studied together, ate together, showered together, and were basically inseparable although our classes, being in different disciplines, were at opposite ends of the campus. We tried on each other's clothes, and although she was 5'8", she fit in most of my things. She dressed me up in traditional Indian sari cloth and painted my arms and hands in henna. Showering together the first time, I had noticed she was completely shaven, while I was natural with dark curls below. I had never imagined I'd be as comfortable with nudity as I was with her, but she made nothing of it so neither did I. She practiced yoga on the floor every day in her underwear and taught me to do the same. She taught me flexibility and tranquility and touched me often as she indicated proper positioning. I loved her as my best friend ever and was so sad at the knowledge that two months had already passed of the five we would have together. In February I caught a cold and stayed in our room, skipping classes. By the evening when Sari returned, I was running a temperature and she gave me tea and some aspirin. I lay in my bed while she slept, shivering through my fever, getting up to use the bathroom and returning with teeth chattering. "Are you okay Becca? I can hear your teeth chattering, I think." She rose and came to my bedside and stroked my forehead. "Oh dear, you are burning up. I will get you more aspirin." I took the additional two pills and looked up into her face in the shadows of the night and she placed her hand so gently on my forehead again. "Slide over," she said, and she slipped under the covers. "Roll over," she instructed as she pressed her body against me and spooned her warmth over my shaking frame. Her arms pressed around me and she rubbed them up and down my own, the friction giving a little comfort, but her breath on my neck and the warmth of her torso did the trick and I finally fell asleep in her arms. I woke and felt the fever had passed, but the glow of being in her arms and spooned by her made me warm all over. She woke too and raised her head a moment to look at me, peering at her over my shoulder. "Feeling better?" She asked. "I'll say. I've never slept with someone holding me tight before. That was so nice." Her hands swept down from my hip to my leg, then up again and she ran that hand slowly up my tummy and cupped my breast. "Sari...what are you doing?" I said with a hesitant smile. "Oh...let's just say that I've wanted to squeeze you here for a long time. I've never touched another's breast before and you are so warm and delicate." She gave another squeeze and gently pinched my nipple, which immediately grew hard between her fingers. "You have the best breasts ever Becca, and they are so solid and warm. I love your body. You are a gazelle." She swept her hand up and down my entire body one more time, from my bust to my hip, and then gave me a kiss on the cheek and was up and out of the bed. I lay there, totally transfixed, but not stunned. I had let her into my life in as intimate a way as I could imagine and there was simply nothing other than more closeness to have come my way. I had no problem with her cupping my breast. I loved her closeness, her motherly love in keeping me warm and her sisterly love in sleeping beside me. I could only think of wanting her back. "Sari." "Yes Becca." "Get back in bed please." "Haha...you still cold my dear?" "Not really, just want you back, that's all." She returned to my bed and resumed her position. She was naked, but I had a thick flannel nighty on. "Hold on." I said, rising up and pulling the nightshirt over my head. "Okay, hold me again please." "Like this?" She asked while once again cupping my breast. "Yes...but don't move. Just hold me." I closed my eyes and concentrated on the skin to skin feeling. She called me a gazelle, but that's exactly what I took her for. Now I moved. I slid my hand down her side behind me and brushed it over her hip. I'd never touched another girl like this but she was behind me and I just had to touch her in some way, if only to give her a signal of sorts that it was okay that she touched me. I loved this woman. She was so feminine yet a powerful force. She was nature and nurture and I felt a thrill to be so near. She kissed my neck again and held her lips beside my chin and her hand slipped around my breast, circling my erect nipple and again sending an electric shock through me. Then she headed south and glided over my tummy, finally coming to rest over my sex, over my vagina that had not been touched much except by me over my eighteen years. She placed her hand fully over me, cupping me in my entirely and just held still as I took a deep breath and pushed my backside deeper into the curve of her front. I extended a leg to widen the gap between them but she held still, simply pulling my torso up and into her own. "Turn around Becca." I turned and she let her hand sweep over my bottom then raised her arm and hand to push my hair from my face. We were inches apart, looking into one another, connecting soul to soul. Oh how I loved her and any thought that this was a woman and I should not be doing this, or that we were lesbians, or that this was taboo simply did not enter my thoughts. This was Sarika...Ari...a part of me. She pushed forward and our lips connected and I parted my own, our tongue tips connecting gently and we probed and kissed all about our faces. "I love you, you know." I said ever so gently. "And I worship you Becca...my Rebecca. In case you are wondering, I've not done this before either. This just feels so right. I hope we come closer and not further apart because we do this. I hope you know how deeply I feel...my emotions are all over the place. My desire is only to love you and for you to love me back." I slid my hand over the side of her face and caressed her, then kissed her forehead and cheeks and eyelids. Sweeping my tongue over her lips, I thought of the kisses I'd received from boys...even my first boyfriend who'd taken my virginity. This felt so different, so gentle and slow, so exploratory and sensitive. "Kissing you is divine. Why don't you lay flat and I've help you relax." I rolled onto my chest and felt her gentle touch on my shoulders as she pulled my hair to the side. Climbing out of the blankets and straddling my hips I felt the lovely pressure of hands on my waist, then , shoulders, then neck as she pressed down from above...but what really had my attention was the feel of her thighs on my hips and her sex laying across my ass. I wiggled my way into her, satisfied when I felt a tighter fit between our hips and smiled to myself. "You naughty girl. She whispered in my ear, bending low over my ear. Her hands swept over my shoulders and she kissed me again at the nape of my neck, parting her lips and sweeping her tongue over me. "Salty." She smiled and sighed. "I think we should give you a shower and wash away the effects of your fever." We rose and grabbed a couple of towels, tip-toeing our way into the bathroom. It was very early and there was no one else about. The shower was a tight fit for two and she stood behind me, always in contact, always pressing up against me. The warm water felt like heaven as she massaged the shampoo through my long black hair, threading her fingers and nails over my scalp. Water cascaded down my head and face as I rinsed away the remainder of soap and she shampooed herself. I reached for the soap on a rope hanging from the faucet and lathered up my hands. "Oh let me do that." She spoke. The Exchange Student "Okay Sari." Her hands swept their way around my back then curved around me, lathering my sides. I leaned forward and placed my open palms against the tiled wall, up high, and she reached around me and washed my torso from behind. I closed my eyes as her hands did their dance over my breasts, into my arm pits, then down, down, down into the depths of me...so personal, so private, and yet so desired. Her fingers slid through my crevice and the tingling through my entire body could be felt from the tips of my toes to the end of my nose. I knew then and there that she was no longer just my friend...she was my lover. I leaned forward further and placed the side of my face against the tile, spreading my legs further apart and extending my legs back into her. She leaned over my back and hugged me tight as her hands continued to fondle my sex, then made their way over my ass to every tightly hidden space. She slid down behind me into a squat and washed each of my legs in long up and down strokes between her hands. I could feel her kiss my round cheek. We exchanged places and I had the chance to do the same exploratory sudsing back to her. More curves than me, I thought...and smaller breasts. I loved that she was shaven below. I had a small tuft of hair, never having had the need to trim anything, and liking the contrast of milky skin and soft black curls. But she was hairless and my fingers swept over her mound and I heard her sigh. The height of intimacy for me was gliding my fingers over her little pucker as she pushed back into my hand and moaned. I'm touching her little asshole, I thought. I'm washing all of her...there is nothing left, no escalation after this, is there? I rose from my knees, she turned to face me, and we maneuvered carefully in the tight space as we faced each other for the first time, our breasts pressed up against each other, our legs threaded like scissors, our arms curving around our backs in a tight embrace. I kissed her again and this time her mouth opened wide to receive my tongue. The teasing was at an end. This was as passionate a kiss as I ever had with any boy. Her lips were soft and pliant and her mouth was heaven, a tongue that was flat and wide and silky soft to receive my own. I grabbed the back of her head and directed her this way and that and her hands came up and cupped my breasts again, their warm and now familiar embrace a feeling I so desired. My nipples had never been so sensitive as she manipulated them between thumbs and forefingers. We separated and looked at each other...into one another. Her eyes were magical, dark black...black drifting in pools of milk. They were the eyes of an ancient, of one who had lived many lives, had many dreams explored and fulfilled. As we searched each other's faces I gave myself over to her embrace totally and completely, without hesitation, or any concern for my own wellbeing. Sari would care for me. Sari would love me forever, I knew this to be true. "How do you feel Rebecca?" "I'm drifting in space and time Sari. I'm in a wonderful place. How 'bout you?" "You are my goddess divine. You are everything that matters. You are my best friend and my lover. I have never had a lover, you know." I was shocked. This women was sex. She was all the arts that made up a sexual being. She can't be telling the truth. "Sari...you're a virgin?" "Yes Becca. I have never had a lover." "I've only had boyfriends...just two." I said. "Come on, let's go back to our room." We put on our towels and retreated quietly to our room across the hall. "Let's do our yoga Becca. Come sit opposite me in the lotus position." We sat opposite one another and I smiled again, blown away be her beauty and the mystery of her dark eyes and cocoa skin. "You know, you are not what I expected an Indian woman to look like. You're facial features are so aquiline...so European. I hope you're not offended...oh dear." "Don't be a silly, Becca. There are many who have an Anglo aspect to their appearance in India. It is the result of the Raj. An ancestor of mine was taken by an English officer a century ago and the strain comes out every generation or so in our family. Do you like the way I look?" "Oh God do I. I sometimes wish I was so exotic." "Oh Becca...you are the most slender, yet womanly girl I've ever met. I wish I looked like you." "I hate my face...well not hate, that's too strong a word. I feel I lack character...soul." "You are crazy to feel so. You look like two women Becca. Depending on your mood, you are both an angel and you are sin." I smiled. "Never was told that before. Which do I look like now?" "Now you look like a lover. You gaze upon me with reverence and admiration. Your eyes tell me I am beautiful and appealing to the most important person in my world. That is a wondrous feeling my dear. It inspires trust and compassion like nothing in my experience." "Now...I am going to do my exercises. I feel tight from last night's sharing of so small a bed. You do your stretches too. It is good for you and we can do them together." My knowledge of yoga was limited to the easy stuff she'd taught me over the past two months. She would be up first thing in the morning and would stretch and then place her body in the most remarkable positions. I had been taken aback the first time she did this in her panties and bra. Her underwear had been very basic stuff when we had met and nowadays she wore mine. She fit in all my clothes, although her hips were somewhat wider and my brassieres had a larger cup size. I loved sharing things so private as undies with her and had a great time admiring her figure. I'd never looked closely at other women until I started modeling the previous year, then in dressing rooms my eyes swept over everything and I compared and contrasted myself to others continually. The guys I was placed with in photo shoots had a singular similarity. They were all gorgeous and they were all gay. That actually made the modeling easier on me for I lacked experience with men and no one was hitting on me on set. For that matter, most of my best guy friends were very girlie and I loved how comfortable they were in their own skins and how good they made me feel without being a threat. I had been day dreaming for some time while Sari went about her contortions and stretches. She was on her hands and knees beside me and lifted up to her finger tips and tippy-toes, her bottom up high in the air. I looked at her, naked, and folded over, eyes closed, hair dragging the carpet in a pool of curls, a length that went down to her ass when standing. I bent towards her and ran my fingers from hip to ankle and she turned her head towards me and smiled upside down. She started to move. "No...don't move. Keep that position." I said. I slid over to be behind her and marveled at her gorgeous ass. She was fully on display...pucker and closed clam shell, curvy cheeks, air between her thighs, and lovely long legs with perfect definition from thigh to calf to ankle. She could be modeling too, I thought. I extended a finger and slid it over her pussy from near her anus to her front. I'd never seen a woman up close before and I'd certainly never touched one other than myself. But up close, and at this angle, I was seeing her genitalia in a way I'd simply never seen before. I got up on my knees and came closer, now using both my hands to caress her. I circled her little pucker and pushed down on it and she sighed. Then separating her labia I pulled her apart and looked at the shiny red flesh within. Mmmm...there was her clitoris. I tapped it a few times and she moaned again, still on her toes and fingertips, holding this position. I leaned forward and extended my tongue and flicked her clit, then placing my hands on either side of her ass, I pressed my entire face into her and she fell to the soles of her feet and the palms of her hands and again moaned. Oh God she's delicious. What lucky guys men are...to enjoy a woman in such a way. I still did not consider myself a lesbian, although the thought of the taboos I was breaking crossed my mind. This wasn't another woman, I told myself. This was my best friend. I'd crossed no boundaries. I would still love men. But now, my lips tight onto her rubbery skin, my tongue making its constant passes over her little button, my hands squeezing her glorious ass; this was wonderful. She pushed back into my face and moaned and I tasted her for the first time, a flow of nectar that started at my tongue and then covered my lips. She moaned again and I felt her shiver. Then she was still...but the shivering came back again and then her moans became constant and I felt her climax against my face. I spread her apart again and backed away from her a moment and a string of saliva mixed with her own juices slid down my chin. Can't leave her like that, I thought, and I went back at her and lapped up all the moisture and remnants of her womanly flow. Then I pulled away again and examined her further. She appeared more puffy, as if she had grown in size down here. I smiled to myself. I did that. I tilted my head forward again and kissed her little asshole, then licked at it. Goodness...I really like this. This is the best. I hadn't had enough yet, I thought, and maneuvered her onto her back as she looked up at me with reverence and admiration, her eyes soft and lovely. Not a word was spoken. I bent her knees upright and placed myself again over her pussy and just tapped at her clit with my lips. She responded, her hands sliding down to pull herself open and wide below my face. Mmmm...now we'll see where I can take you, I thought. I was adrift in feelings and emotions. There was no effort at doing this. It just felt so natural, unplanned, no pressures. I thought of the last blowjob I'd given. I remembered how hesitant I'd been. I kind of liked the guy. He was alright. But I had felt really horny that evening. We'd been drinking and I just felt like crossing a line. The fellow hadn't really interested me, but sucking his dick was, at that moment, at the top of my list of things to do. He'd been a big guy, but had an average sized cock. No matter; he was clean and nicely shaped, and he wasn't going to be using this thing between my legs in any case. I'd discovered that I really loved oral sex. I hardly needed to get anything in return at this stage in my life. A dick was unusual, a recently discovered part of male anatomy and I liked them. I liked the taste of them. If they were small enough...six inches or so...I discovered I could swallow them right down to the root...and that was fun. Felt like an accomplishment. But what I really liked was making them cum. It felt like such an accomplishment. It felt like the pay off. It made me feel good looking and sexy and desired. Some guys moaned and let you know it was about to happen. My first boyfriend was like that. He would shout that he was nearing his peak. This guy I was with just started spurting in my mouth. It was a surprise of sorts because I wasn't expecting it and suddenly his warm flow was all over my tongue and I was swallowing him down. I suppose I preferred knowing when it would happen. Not that I had to be prepared, but I wanted to focus completely on the moment, and without warning, it was half over before I knew it had begun. Friends had made such a big deal about a man's cum and how awful it was. I didn't get it. I loved bringing a guy to this point. It tasted weird and it was warm and sticky, but who cares. Compared to the payoff, all that worry about taste and texture was a moot point. And the entire physical act of having a stiff penis in my mouth was just wonderful. Both guys had been very tentative about giving back, and I learned then and there that their previous women had simply not washed and tasted of pee. Well...I'd not like that either, I thought. You cannot have such expectations of cunnilingus and then complain about not getting it if you taste and smell like a toilet. I'd grown up in Europe with bidets and had always washed myself and couldn't stand the idea of smelling badly down below. I wanted myself to be a treat for anyone who headed south, even when I was young and no one was making their way there in the near future anyway. Being clean and smelling nice was my treat to myself and mattered to me. I also touched myself from time to time at night, while drifting and fantasizing, and often touched my fingers to my own lips for a taste of the treat I would one day offer a lover. Suddenly I was back in the here and now as Sari grabbed my head and pulled my lips tight to her pussy. Her breath came in small bursts and I looked up from her mound and saw her eyes on me...eyes of fire and power and will and lust. Oh my, how she'd changed. The breathtaking beauty came forth and I felt at the top of the world to have claimed her for my own. I continued munching my way through her, once again thinking how lucky anyone would be to have this opportunity to eat this goddess. I thought she would scream but she bit her lip and raised her hands to her face and moaned into them for the longest time. Finally through her shakings and jerking's, she opened her eyes again and with feet and hands physically lifted me into the air and onto her chest, placing me like a specimen on a plate, eyes searching my face as if under a microscope. I laughed. "That was cool. You just picked me up like I weigh nothing and set me down where you want me. You enjoying your new biology class?" I said with a smirk. There was a mist in her eyes and a tear, then another spilled from her eyes. "I am no longer a virgin. You are my first. I am taken. I am fulfilled. I am a woman now." "You are crazy. You were a woman before. You're a wet one now...very wet. God Sarika, look at you. You are stunningly dreamy. Magnificent." The day was spent cutting classes and examining each other's bodies and counting the orgasms over and over again. It was an awakening for both of us and so much more a loss of virginity than my actual one with a boy. We were lovers through the term and did everything together, always with the knowledge of the clock ticking and the finality of what would have to be the end of things. Europe was one thing, India was something entirely different. I hoped that she would be back for med school or even another term. It was not to be. Sarika had taught me so much of what it meant to be a woman. Whether lesbian or bi-sexual, however you want to classify this relationship, it was love and devotion and the best learning experience ever. We carry those we touch within us, Sari had said. I know I carry her within me, even from a distance, even through the passage of time, and will do so till the day that I die. © 2015 Rebecca Branch