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Foreign Exchange – Part 13 (m/f/f)

Allie

“So, you’re adopted, you’re in love with Ingrid, and you both fucked Alex yesterday afternoon?”

“Yeah, that about covers it Michelle.” Ingrid and I have been telling her and Sara about our adventures since they left on Saturday night. We waited for almost 45 minutes before starting because Kylie wasn’t here yet. She’s still not here and we’re all a little pissed at her for not showing up.

In that 45 minutes, Sara told us about Saturday night. Michelle had led them to a club that her brother told her about but it turned out to be lame. Kylie left with some guy but they saw her getting out of his car ten minutes later when they left themselves. She didn’t look happy.

After the club, Sara and Michelle came back here and hooked up again. They’re not calling themselves a couple yet but Sara has been holding Michelle’s hand all afternoon and they seem like they’re having fun. I hoped this would happen after Sara told me she had a crush on Michelle on Friday.

Somewhere around 6:00, Kylie stormed in angrier than ever. She was still wearing the stuff that Alex threw at her, which confused all four of us. Read more »

Foreign Exchange – Part 12 (M/f) no

Allie

Dinner was uneventful. My parents got home right as Alex was finishing his shower and so far I don’t think anyone has any reason to suspect what happened here over the weekend.

I’m in my room, trying to finish some homework for tomorrow but sitting is kinda uncomfortable. Alex, being huge, has stretched things that aren’t used to being stretched and my pussy hurts. It’s a good pain though, like the morning after a solid workout. I just hope it goes away quickly or that I can get used him. I do not intend for that to be the last time we have sex.

Since I’m distracted and not getting anything done, I decide to skip the homework and go see what Ingrid’s up to. I find her in the living room watching TV and scrolling on her phone.

“Your parents went to their room about 20 minutes ago.” she tells me. “How was round two?”

“Intense,” I say. “He made me cum so much with his mouth and fingers and then he flipped me over and went in from behind me. I don’t know what he was doing but he hit this spot and it felt like I came every time he bottomed out.” The memory is making me wet again, but there’s no chance of a third round today, not with how sore I am. Read more »

Foreign Exchange – Part 11

Allison – 58

“Got anything left for me?” The words sound like someone else is taking through me. Why do they have to sound so corny though?

Alex doesn’t seem to mind the cliche. A strong arm wraps around my neck, slipping under my shoulders and stopping at my waist. then suddenly I’m lifted, rolling on top of him and my pussy rubs against his sculpted abs. I can feel his cock against my back, nestled between my cheeks and reaching up to touch my shoulder blade.

His powerful hands knead my breasts fiercely. It’s right at the edge of being painful but I don’t want it to stop. I lower my chest and kiss him. I can taste Ingrid’s juices on his lips and it only adds to the simulation. Her familiar taste on his new form. I want that cock inside me now, to feel what Ingrid felt. I’ve never had a real cock before but that’s about to change.

I sit up and raise my hips off of his stomach as I reach back and grab the monster that’s been dancing along my spine. “Go slow at first, I want to remember this.” Read more »

Foreign Exchange, part 10 (f/f, m/f)

Allison – 48

I’m woken by the feel of someone climbing into bed behind me. “Whoizat?” I ask.

“It’s me,” says Ingrid. “I couldn’t stay away. Not after hearing you say you love me.”

I turn to face her, still partially asleep but growing more alert with every second. There’s a tear in her right eye. I move my hand up and cup her cheek, “What’s wrong?”

“Nichts,” she says “nothing. I just need to be here tonight.”

I roll forward a few inches and kiss her deeply. My tongue dances across hers. She pushes hers into my mouth and I suck it firmly, there’s a new taste there. I push my tongue into her mouth again and across her lips. The new flavor is stronger. It’s salty and…

“Ingrid, is that..?”

She giggles a little, “Yes. I got the idea when you told me that tasting you would drive him crazy. That totally worked, by the way.”

“I’m glad you didn’t dislocate your jaw.”

Her giggle turns into a laugh, “It’s enormous!”” Read more »

Foreign Exchange – Part 9 (f/f, m/f)

Allison – 41
“Where the hell is he, Allison?”

It’s Michelle this time. I’m getting stuck of hearing that question so I snap back with a little more anger than I intend, “Fuck if I know. He’s not a dog that comes running whenever I whistle.” I should never have agreed to this.

It’s after 8:00 when we hear him pull into the driveway. That exhaust noise is unmistakably him. Alex swaggers in a couple minutes later and drops his bag of gear on the floor before heading straight down to the basement, ignoring us in the living room.

I march down there and find him digging around in the cooler looking for a beer. “You guys drank my beers too?” he asks when he only finds white claws and lemonades.

I don’t have an answer so I go in the offensive. “We’ve been waiting for over an hour for you to get here.”

“What’re you talking about? I told you I was going climbing.”

“The gym closed almost three hours ago. Where have you been? I called six times.” Read more »

Foreign Exchange – Part 7 (M/f)

Alex-31
FUCK!

I’m frozen in space and time. Ingrid, Sara, Michelle and worst of all my sister Allison are all staring at me, naked, crashing their orgy. They’re having a goddamn orgy in the basement. I don’t know what to do, I just remember that I came down for beer.

I find the cooler sitting on the bar. I go over and my beer is in the bottom. I pull one out and go back to the steps, then think that Kylie might want one if she wakes up so I turn around. I fish out a second beer and turn to leave. At the last second I turn again to apologize and try to explain.

“I’m sorry, I knocked.” I manage to sputter.

“Get OUT!” Allison shrieks, throwing a pillow at me.

I turn quickly and slam my dick straight into a wall. These are the problems of the over-endowed. The shock nearly sends me to the floor but I recover. One last glance at the four beautiful girls on the sofa and I’m away. Allison looks like she wants to be angry but the four of them roar with laughter. Read more »

Foreign Exchange – Part 6.2 (M/f, f/f/f/f)

Allison-20
“That couldn’t have gone better.” I think to myself. Of course, I knew it would happen just like I know Kylie means she’ll keep the secret. After all, she was the first person I explored my bi-curiosity with 18 months ago. We made out for a bit and even started to finger each other but there was no spark for either of us.

I scootch closer to Sara. I’ve been eyeing her pussy all night through those tights. Ingrid told me weeks ago that Michelle’s olive complexion and firm tummy have frequently been in her imagination so our pairing works for both of us. And Michelle and Sara don’t seem to object either. After all, we’re going to be here all night, so why would we stop at just one new partner.

I watched for a second as Michelle’s lips closed in on Ingrid’s, feeling just a hint of jealousy. Before that thought was fully formed however, Sara has removed her leggings and is about to sit on my lap. Since I’m so much taller than she is this arrangement works. Our arms wrap around over another and our lips meet as I feel her breasts push into mine and I don’t bother to think about anything but how good her lips taste. Read more »