Hottest exchange student I’ve ever seen

So my friend's family has a foreign exchange student, a really pretty girl from Germany. I'm kind of the older friend who is around their place occasionally, and she's obviously attracted to me. But she's also hesitant as there is some social pressure for her to not give it up to every American guy she meets. Anyway, it's normal for me to be around their house and everything, but she's not here for a whole lot longer. Just trying to see what can happen. Any suggestions about how to make this girl take action on what she's feeling would be grand.

Cheryl and me

I knew Cheryl in high school. She was somewhat attractive and had an average body. We didn't hangout together; but, she had a loose reputation. After I graduated from high school, I went to college and thoroughly enjoyed the party life. So much so that I flunked out after two years. I came home then and got a job as a retail clerk. I met Cheryl again while she was dating and fucking my younger brother, who was 18 at the time. We were 22. That ended when he went away to college. Cheryl didn't go to college and also worked in retail. We found a mutual need to move out of our parents home and rented an apartment together. One Friday night, when neither of us had plans, we decided to go to a movie. After the movie, we stopped at a nearby diner that had been a local hangout. I ordered a slice of apple pie and a coke. Across the aisle from us was a group of young college students who were home on break. They were about 10 of them, two girls and 8 guys in two booths laughing and acting up. It wasn't long before they drew us into their conversation and two of the guys came over and sat down with us. They said they were having a party and had some party favors but needed someone to buy some beer. The party was at one of the guys house while his parents were away for the weekend. They invited us to go and asked if we would buy a couple cases of beer, which they would pay for. They seemed like a fun bunch and we had nothing better to do; so, after exchanging a few questioning looks, which told me that Cheryl was interested, we agreed. The guys told their friends that we were in and then rode with us to a party store where we bought two cold cases of beer. Then we drove to the party house, which was located on maybe an acre of wooded land where the neighbors were not close enough to be disturbed.

When we arrived the party had started, music was playing, two couple were dancing, and I noticed a few bunched around a glass table lining up some coke. The beer was quickly opened and the single guys mingled with Cheryl and I. They mostly left the two couples alone as they appeared to be attached. One of the guys offered us a pill with an x on it which I recognized as ecstasy. We accepted and started dancing with one after another. I felt warm from the pill and stopped after each dance for some beer. The house was air conditioned; but, I started to perspire and sat down on the couch and chugged the rest of my beer to cool off. The guy who lived there and another one joined me. They kind of sandwiched me between them and chatted me up with lots of touching on my arms and legs. The quick touches that guys do to see if you object. I was feeling pretty good and a bit aroused from all the attention I was getting. I looked around and noticed that the two couple were no longer there; and, Cheryl was standing against the wall with three guys. The guys were blocking most of my view; but, I could see from their movements that they appeared to be feeling her up. Knowing Cheryl, she would not have objected.

One of the guys on the couch with me leaned over and kissed me. The first kiss was followed by a second longer kiss. Then their quick touches were on my boobs and lingered on my thighs. The one on my other side kissed my neck and around my ears. A tongue in my ear always turns me on. The touches on my boobs became longer and turned into groping but I didn't resist. My long natural blonde hair and my D cup boobs have always attracted men. A third guy joined us on the couch. I was wearing jeans and a sweater; and one of them was reaching under my sweater to get access to my bare skin. I was still feeling warm from the x and their kissing and pawing on my body was putting me in the mood for sex. While I was enjoying a deep kiss with tongue, a hand went under my bra and began kneading my boob and nipple. The third guy knelt on the floor in front of me and was massaging my thighs moving higher and higher. When I felt the button on my jeans open, I looked around and discovered that I was alone with the three of them. Cheryl was gone, probably to a bedroom. Then I lapsed back into my arousal.

They pulled my sweater over my head and opened my bra. Then there were hands kneading both of my boobs and another trying to work its way into my jeans. That was a tight squeeze and I lifted my hips to let him pull my jeans down. His hand went quickly into my panties and began finger fucking my pussy. I was more than aroused at that point and my hips began to show them I was ready to fuck. They pulled my panties off and led me naked to an upstairs bedroom. I laid down on the double bed and one kept kissing me and finger fucking me while the other two undressed. One of them crawled between my legs and began licking my pussy while the last one undressed. The other naked guy offered his cock to my face and I began sucking him. Soon, I was begging them to fuck me. They did, one at a time using condoms. They were very energetic and fucked me in every imaginable position, giving me several orgasms. I began sucking one as another fucked me doggy style, while the third recovered. Some time during the night, we swallowed another x pill; and the guys with Cheryl switched with my guys. When they ran out of condoms, they began cumming on my face and in my mouth. I acted like a total slut, just like Cheryl. I woke up late morning between two guys with the sun shining through the window. One of them was awake and I helped relieve his morning wood with my mouth. The bed was still wet and I had dried cum on my face and legs. I washed my face and went down stairs for my clothes. Then, into the kitchen and made eggs and sausages for breakfast. Cheryl staggered in naked looking like a well-used whore with her hair and face smeared with cum just like me. I called her a whore and we both laughed. After breakfast, we both took a long soaky bath. Then, the party continued for another night.

I confess that today I met with a young asian, korean exchange student at my college to help her with a philosophy class she is taking. We met a few times before and I had texted her over the weekend and brought up some sexy things to see if she was prude (she doesn't speak English that well). She said we could do Jaeger bombs next time I came over. Well, I go over there today and spend an hour on homework and then do a couple shots of jaeger. We get to her room and talk for an hour or so and started making out. She was a vicious kisser and she was very aggressive. We got naked after awhile. She gave me some sporadic head with some great ball sack massaging action. She had small tits and a great looking wispy bush just like in the asian porn flicks. She let me cum on her stomach after blowing me and jerking me off. Here's the kicker. She started begging for my cock and wanted to fuck me. She really wanted to fuck me. I mean REALLY wanted to fuck me. Begging. "Please? Let's do it. Come on, I wanna fuck you", in her sexy ass think Korean accent. All that was going through my mind was, "Holy shit, this is the shit that guys dream of. A naked, full blooded korean exchange student is straight begging for my cock." I knew her pussy would have been tight as shit. It would have been just like the asian flicks here. Her bush was amazing. Then it occurred to me to tell her that, as a Christian, I didn't have sex before marriage. I did before I cleaned my life up, but I don't anymore. I haven't had sex in almost 4 years. I tried to convince her, like I do all the girls I come across in bed, to keep me around until she found a guy who could do her. She said she'd think about it. Now, I just get a text message and she is pissed and says we are finished in bed, that I can still help her with philosophy but "no sex, no blowjob and, sorry that you missed the best fuck of your life". So I just want to confess to all the guys here that dream of moments like these, I'm sorry. I'm sorry that you weren't there to take my place and I'm sorry that opportunity was wasted on a chaste fuck like me. Sorry. PS. Yes, this shit REALLY WENT DOWN. And, those of you wondering what a Christian is doing on this site: sometimes I slip up and gotta get some relief even if I don't have sex with girls.

Our foreign exchange student had been hitting on my hubby for months. 

on her 19th bday we let her drink and she had of course turned into the French whore she was born as. So I setup a camera under a t shirt in the basement bedroom and let him do his thing. 

she rides a decent dick for her age and the toes curling is a nice touch. 

exchange student from japan. she knows she's fucking sexy and likes to flaunt it for american men.

Nothing spectacular. Fucked my wife's brains out tonight.

She texted me at work around 1PM, telling me that she, in cryptic speak, wanted to fuck me as soon as I got home. She had just gotten home from school where's she's a middle-aged college student. Perhaps some dudes on campus made her horny, not sure. But I really don't care, all I knew is that I was getting some as soon as I got back from work.

Work is busy, so I was focused on the tasks on hand. However, I would occasionally think about the fact that I was getting some pussy as soon as I got home. At times, it motivated me to get done sooner. I'm on salary, so I don't go home until the work is done.

I tried to finish by 4:30, but didn't finish until 4:45. No biggie, still early. I got into the car, texted her that I was on my way home, and 15 minutes later, I pulled into the garage.

She was doing homework when I walked in. We talked for a few minutes, I took my work clothes off, and I followed her to the computer desk where she was tending to her research. I grabbed my dick and looked her in the eye. "You wanna do this now or later?"

She paused, turned her chair, smiled, and said in the most innocent voice, "I wanna do it now."

No further words spoken. I went to the bedroom, got naked and waited for her while she freshened up in the bathroom. When she came into the bedroom, she didn't speak a word; she simply began to lick my balls and suck my dick. It didn't take long until I was rock hard. At the age of 42, I still get horny at the crack of dawn.

She asked if I was ready. I told her I was. She then laid back on the bed while I put a little lube on the tip of my dick. She then spread her legs for me. I saw the tuft of hair above her clit and briefly admired the bare, shaved pussy I was about to fuck.

I put the tip up against her lips and quickly found the hole. I slowly went in and out while alternating rubbing the tip of my dick up her pussy and on her clit. I was getting even more aroused while she started getting more excited.

I then, without warning, shoved my entire 7 thick inches into her pussy, balls deep. She briefly yelped in pain, but I held still and allowed her pussy to quickly adjust to the size of my hard, throbbing cock. After about 15 seconds, I began to slowly go in and out of her, slowly fucking her and beginning to get into the groove.

As I sped up, she began to get into it. Five minutes later, she whispered in my ear, "You can start pounding me now." She loves it when I pound the shit out of her, so I started going to town. I ensured to try to hit her G-0J12B0Q3SG from the right angle while bouncing my pelvis off of her clit. Pussy feel soooo gooood, so I had to alternate between pounding and grinding, just to keep from cumming so quickly.

We alternated missionary positions, to include putting her calves on my shoulders, which is one of our favorites. The position squeezes her pussy tighter while pushing blood towards the area, stimulating her pussy even more. I could see the red flushness of her pussy while I was fucking it, and she began to go crazy. I made even more effort to angle my dick upward in an attempt to ram her G-0J12B0Q3SG, which seemed to work as always.

"You want me to turn over?" Doggy style is the death of me, I don't last more than 5 minutes from that position. But we had already been at it for about 15 minutes, so I was ready to nut.

I was a bit aware of the fact that our bedroom window was not covered. We just moved into the house and a couple of neighbors could, if they wanted, peak into our bedroom window and see what was going on. Although it was a bit concerning, considering those two neighbors are in their 60s and 70s, and they are actually really down to earth, I just said, "Fuck It." I grabbed my wife by the hips, found her hole, slipped my dick in, and started fucking her brains out.

Once again, I alternated between slow and fast, wanting to last as long as I can. I'm one of those that gets off on getting my wife off. Call it machismo, I don't care. But I want the woman to enjoy the sex as much as I do. Fortunately for me though, she gets off quick, and also gets sore quick. I know that she's gotten off and is beginning to get sore when she asks me, "Are you ready?"

"Yes." I tell her. So I grabbed onto her hips and went to town. My dick was enjoying the warmness and smoothness of her tight pussy. It began to feel better and better, sending an increasing wave of ecstasy through my entire body. Without saying a word, I held my hips still while she moved back and forth, working my cock until I began to come deep into her pussy.

I came and loved every second of it, moaning and even bucking a little. But she had a bit more left in her. She kept going, telling me to "Fuck me deep." Even after the orgasm, the complete release, I still wanted to please her as much as possible. So I fucked her, and kept fucking that pussy for another 5 minutes. As soon as I knew she was done, I pulled out. She knew I was done, so she laid on her stomach, panting and enjoying the post-sex ecstatic feeling. I leaned over and kissed her. We exchanged, "I love you."

We put down a towel to catch the mess, and I could see my cum dripping from her pussy, onto the towel.

I squeezed the residual cum out of my dick onto the towel, wiped myself on the towel, and hopped into the shower for a quick wash. She did the same after I was done.

For those who think that sex is over after marriage, well, I guess it depends who you're married to and what your expectations are. We keep it exciting by introducing spontaneity, fantasy, and experimentation. Today was spontaneity, but next week she may surprise me with a nurse's outfit, taking care of me while I'm sick to only unbutton the nurse's uniform and ride my hard cock.

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The slutty asian exchange student

I confess that I there's a OLD girl who I think I have a good chance with and I need YOUR help to figure out how to make it happen as I've never done anything remotely close to this before.
So there's a OLD russian exchange student who's staying at my best female friend's house for two more weeks. my friend says she's a total slut and she definitely dresses like one. I just met her yesterday but when the three of us were in the hot tub last night I think she caught me looking a couple times but every time we made eye contact she just smiled back at me. Beyond that she just smiled or giggled at me the entire time. I'll be seeing her fairly regularly over the next two weeks at which point she leaves. how do I fuck her before then? I'm super inexperienced at this (not sex, but seducing someone). I'm 26m btw if anyone was wondering.

I wish this girl was my girlfriend. But she lives in hawaii and I live in Czech Republic. She was here as a exchange student, can you believe it? What would you do to her, or do to be with her? She's beautiful.

hello friends, long time lurker and very shy about sharing but i think this may worth it.

i have a situation i'd like to share and comment with you all.

To put things in perspective:

- I own a few apartments, wich i'm renting mostly to students since they are close to a big campus.
- Regarding women, im a complete beta idiot, im aware of my limits, i dont have much success, and i end falling too fast and too much for any girl who smiles at me twice.
- I'm in my 40s and it's been very long since i've dared to interact with another woman, i mostly hate them on a unconscious level i guess (my last gf really screwed me)

Considering this, now to the point.

3 months ago, i emptied one of the apartments, and it needed some work, i was considering to renew it a bit since it's one of my most profitable places (it's literally in front of the campus). It's a 1 room place, so i thought maybe expend some extra money on it and try to get a 2nd room to increase the income.

While i was considering all this, a girl called, she had been told by a friend about the place and she insisted on visiting even when i told her it would not be available for 6 months. We arranged to meet there that same day.

When i arrived she was already there, and i barely believed what i was seeing, she was absolutely stunning, 20yo, a beautifull face with deep green eyes, blonde hair on a pony tail, skinny, tall, very sensual figure. She wasnt dressed slutty at all, just some plain jeans and tshirt, but she looked sexy as hell.

On my scale of 0 to 10 she was a 23.

I was nervous all the time we were there, it always kill me to interact with a hot girl, on top of the looks she had a beautifull voice and she was kind and delicate.

i was sweating a lot but i managed to tell her about my thoughs about remodeling but she insisted that the apartment was perfect for her in its current state and pushed me... and like an idiot i ended agreeing renting it to her even when it wasnt what i wanted

i hated myself for a few days like i do when someone manages to take advantage of me like that... but i made the deal so i got the paperwork ready and we met there again

she signed and gave me the deposit. i was upset and it was noticeable, so she asked me if something was wrong... i dont know why but i told her, i told her everything... told her that she pushed me to do something i dont really wanted to and that i hated to feel uncomfortable around girls like her... i was angry and she freezed for a bit... i guess she wasnt expecting a 45yo man to confess being a shitty human being

she didnt said a word during my meltdown, so i was even more embarrased, i apologized and gave her the keys and ran to my home to hate myself a bit more.

a whole month passed, and she gave me a call, telling me i forgot to give her my bank account for her to transfer the rent, i was pretty sure it was on the contract but she insisted and asked me to come to discuss a few things about the apartment

i didnt liked the idea at all, but had to accept, so i went there the next morning.

so i knocked the door, and she opened it... i began to sweat right there guys... she was wearing the tinyest pajama i've ever seen... barefoot (im a feet guy)... her hair a bit messy... every inch of her was the very definition of sensuality

we went in, she offered me a coffee, i sat there in the couch and...

she kneeled in front of me

i freezed... she was there smiling... i was confused...

she placed her hands on my knees, and kept smiling... we were both in silence... i was REALLY sweating... my heart was jumping in my chest...

she said "i want to talk with you a few things... but first i think i need to apologize about what you told me last time"

i managed to say an "ok" and nod

she smiled and began to take my jeans out, i really could not believe any of it.... before i could think what to do she was giving me a blowjob, my very first one without a condom on...

it took me 30 seconds to orgasm... and she swallowed it... i was so embarrased that i wasnt able to speak at all...

so like that... she finished cleaning me... and sat by my side smiling

like nothing had happened and ignoring that i was half naked, she began to talk about the apartment... she wanted her room to be painted again and a few other things from the kitchen... of course i agreed to all, and during that talk i managed to relax... she was holding my hand all the time... she didnt seem to care that it was sweating

after that short talk... she asked me if the apology had been good enough and we were on good terms now... i told her that i never intended anything like that but of course i loved it and it was all more than good between us now

she seemed sincerely happy about what i said, it was time for her to go to the campus again so i went back to my place... very confused but well... i masturbated many times that day thinking about that.

Nothing else happened for 2 weeks and then i sent the painter to her place, that same night she called me, and told me that the paint was fresh and she wasnt able to sleep with that smell... she asked me if i knew any place she could sleep that day... i offered her an empty apartment i have not far from there... and out of nowhere she says "i was thinking in your place"

20 mins later she was naked in my bed, swallowing again my load...

then she began to kiss me... my hands were all over her, she was on top all the time... i wasnt able to do anything... she did it all... we spent there 3 hours of the best sex i've ever had. and she falled asleep with me there. i still doubt that i managed to make her orgasm even once... but she didnt care.

and here comes the thing

next morning she offered me a deal...

in exchange of a 30% discount on her rent, she would keep doing things like that. That would mean free rent for her because here the government pays students money when they come from unpopulated areas like her.

i dont need the money at all... but on the other hand... i cant help to think about a million ways this can derail...

she still looks and feels like an innocent girl from a small place, she has a boyfriend (dating him since high school) back at her town, but she insists on saying that he is more like a friend and she plans to end as soon as she comes back this summer. She wants to do this with me... she dont want a boyfriend... she wants us to be friends and help each other... and she chose me because she feels i cant harm her... wich is certainly true... if anyone can get hurt i know its going to be me... regarding the money thing, she admits that she expects a bit "more" from me but she want me to do it on my own judgement... and she explicitely said she dont want money... more like gifts or a weekend trip to somewhere nice... on the other hand she will walk the extra mile for me once in a while (she already did that recently)

i still have to give her a reply... but we've already done things a few times since then... she even agreed to try a few of my silly fantasies... so its implied that i have acepted...

my problem is that i think im again falling in love... how can i not love her when she is the kindest, nicest, sexiest, and more pleasing girl i've ever been with?

i know the age difference will make it impossible for her to take me seriously in the future, she even makes fun of it sometimes... but i cant help to enjoy the "moments" where reality seems to fade away between us...

That's all.... my only question is... am i doing ok by doing this... even when i know this will end with me in depression again? (and thats the best scenario i can think of...)

she's got me in her hands...

ask me anything, if you want.

Could anyone photoshop this cutie ?

She is from colombia on a student exchange in germany.

She is really naughty.

Please photoshop her for me. She will leave germany in 2 months....

asian exchange student

she was such a big hit at a recent party. i fantasize about the whole party gang banging her.

Student teacher
I watch you every day up there, writing on the chalkboard. I can barely pay attention to the lessons, those sexy legs that I want to have wrapped around me, those big amazing tits that I want to suck on and play with, and that amazing ass I just want to give it a good hard smack! I know you have seen me watching you, with lust in my eyes. I've seen the looks you give me, so full of hot desire and lust.

Next week is my final week here; I need to make a move now. I wait until last class of the day, everyone has left. I go into the classroom and over to your desk, I ask you some questions about the homework, I accidentally drop my pen, it rolls closer to you than me. You bend over to get it, giving me a great view down your blouse to your perfect tits. You look up and catch me staring at you.
I grin and say "That’s a really nice view there Professor Hope", "Why …. thank you Johnathan” you say with a naughty look In your eye. “I’ve noticed you looking at me before with that look you have now, you like what you see?” You say as you undo a button. “Yes I do like what see” I say as I reach out and undo another of your shirt buttons. The shirt can barely contain your breasts now, one more button should cause them to pop out. You reach up and undo the next button, spilling your bra covered tits out. I reach over and start to fondle your tits through your bra, as you finish removing your shirt. I lean down and kiss you, deeply, passionately. I then trail kisses down your neck towards the valley between your breasts as you undo the clasp of your bra, letting it fall to the floor. You moan as I capture your right nipple in my mouth, I pinch and tweak your left nipple at the same time, making you moan louder. I take my hand off of your nipple and trail it down your back towards your perfect ass. I give your ass a light smack, then harder as you as me to do it harder. Your ass is red by the time I’m done smacking it. I lift you up on to your desk, your legs on my shoulders. I grab your thong and pull it down and off. I tail kisses along your inner thigh, slowly heading towards your wet pussy. You grab my head and try to get me to go right to your pussy, I look up and say “Beg me, tell me how much you want this, how much you want one of your students to eat you out.” “Oh, god, please eat me out, make me cum hard. I wanna feel your tongue on my clit, and your fingers inside of me. Please I need this bad!!” you say. I give your pussy a quick lick, “Oh my God, YES, lick it good, mmmmmmmhhh”. I start to lick your pussy, as I finger your pussy, hitting your g-spot. Lick slurp lick as I eat your dripping wet pussy, and squish squish squish as I finger your pussy. I then start to tease your asshole with my other hand, slipping a finger in your ass, making you moan loud as you cum, covering my face in your juices. I stop and walk around to the side of the desk, take my cock out and tell you to suck it. You turn your head and start to tease the head of cock, licking it, making it harder. You start to suck on it, taking it deeper and deeper into your throat. Once I’m hard enough I go back to between your legs, rubbing my hard cock on your pussy, teasing you. “Do you want my cock in you, you dirty little slut? Tel me how bad you want it in you, sliding in and out of your pussy” I say. “I want your hard cock in as deep as you can get it in me; I want you to pound my pussy as hard as you can, make me cum hard, please. I’m begging you” you say. I rub my cocks head on you pussy again, pushing it into your hot wet pussy as your juices are dripping down your legs. I push my cock into you as hard as I can, burying myself deep in your pussy, my balls slapping on your ass as I pound your pussy mercilessly. Faster and faster I go, your pussy dripping juices everywhere, your tits bouncing all over the place, your moans echoing off the walls as I thrust into your pussy again and again, and again. Over and over.

I stop long enough to flip you on your stomach, grab your arms from behind, and push my cock back into your pussy. As I fuck you doggy style on your desk, I give your ass a good smack. I grab your hair, pulling it a bit, I ask you who’s a dirty little slut, you yell “I AM!” “You am what?” I ask you, You yell again “I AM A DIRTY LITTLE SLUT, PLEASE FUCK ME HARDER.” I answer by smacking your ass again and increasing the speed of my thrusts. All you can do is moan as I fuck you hard and fast, you pussy is dripping wet.

While I fuck you doggy style, I notice that you have a butt plug in. I grab the butt plug, and give it a tiny twist and say “Do you want to be fucked in the ass now?” “Yes, I love cock in my ass, please fuck my ass, I’m close to cumming, and I want to cum with your cock in my ass” I grab the lube I had brought just in case, using my fingers to lube your ass up, getting it ready. My cock slide out of your pussy, and pauses at your asshole, pushing against it, slowly entering you. You moan so loud I hear the windows vibrate a bit, as I push my cock all the way into your ass, till my balls hit your clit. I pull back and thrust back in again as I give our ass smack, leaving a red handprint. You moan loud as I thrust again, your tits swaying in the air, just above the desktop, your nipples drag across the desktop as they swing back and forth. You give one last loud moan before you cum HARD, squirting everywhere, again and again you squirt, leaving a large puddle of pussy juices on the desk and floor. As I pull out of your ass, I push the butt plug back in. We have to dress quickly as its Friday and security closes the school early. We just barely finish dressing and cleaning up when a security guard looks into the room and tells us we need to leave as the school is closing. We walk to the parking lot, we exchange numbers, and before you leave I give you a deep kiss on the lips as I grab your ass. “Don’t you forget to call me, we need to get together over the weekend for some more fun” I say. As we leave, I notice my ex-girlfriend giving us a dirty look.

Tell me what you think, comments, suggestions.

My family took in a foreign exchange student from Poland to finish up her senior year in America. Ania loves it here so much that she wants to spend the summer here. My wife and I thought she was just an innocent little 'aniol' who likes to help wash dishes after dinner, rub my shoulders after a hard day's work, run little errands, walk the dog, etc.
Today I found out she has been fucking our son. I was stunned because he seemed more into video games, Star Wars and sports than girls. I found out when I read some texts between the two. I thought about telling my wife but she would freak out. I don't want my son to have sex with her because he's not ready but I also don't want Ania to go around and fuck random guys. I had no idea that Polish girls were such hos.
Any suggestions?

I confess I have an online friend who has a secret camera set up in his bathroom. They have exchange students there all the tome from all over the world from about 11 upwards!! Should I tell him it's wrong to vbe doing it, he's in his 50's

OK, here is my story....... or rather, the beginning of many.
I love reading the postings here about people cumming into the food and/or drinks of relatives. Family "members".
For me, though, I find it most erotic to cum into the beverages of women I have never seen before.
I do it at coffee-places, ALL THE TIME!
I keep a storehouse of jizz in my freezer. But I crack off a bit of it now and then and put it in a vial, and put this in my backpack when I go to a certain coffee place. It is perfect for my particular intentions because it also is a part of a bookstore. I sit there and wait for a gorgeous [she must be gorgeous, or I am not interested] woman to come in and sit down at her own table with a coffee or tea. University students are the best because they will be there for a long while.
So -- instead of speaking in generalities, I will focus on a specific instance.
This beautiful girl comes in, long legs, she's wearing shorts, she sits down and immediately I am waiting for my moment. She has her coffee there in a paper cup with the lid on it. I go to the condiment counter and get a new lid.... a plastic lid. I take my now-melted cum vial out of my backpack and pour a bunch of my jizz onto my own coffee-cup lid and then set it next to me, with a napkin over top of it. At some point, I know that this girl is going to go to the washroom and leave her coffee unattended. The seat that I am at is right next to the washrooms [I can even hear the toilets flushing] and I strategically even sit at a place just beyond the store cameras, to minimize getting caught if something goes wrong. This girl in the particular instance I am talking about gets up to go to the washroom and when the door closes I immediately get up from my seat, walk over and replace my jizz-filled coffee lid with hers. And so, as she is in there I know that my cum is seeping right into her drink. She came out and sat down -- fiddled with her paperwork for a bit and then picked up her drink.
I cannot describe for you in human words what it feels like for me to sit a few tables distant and literally see a gorgeous woman whom I have never seen before in my life -- drink my cum. And I know she is doing it. A few times I have snapped photos of this.
One other instance I shall mention -- this may not appeal to everyone out there -- but here goes.
One time I was afforded the same opportune moment, a beautiful girl, early 20's -- I mean, she could be a MODEL -- sits down. She had a large tea -- I knew this because the tag thing was hanging off the side of it. A stir-stick was IN the tea.
But I did not have my vial of cum at the moment. [I was unprepared]. So I had to think of a quick alternative.
I went to the condiment counter and grabbed a wooden stir stick...... went into the nearby washroom, and I lubed that stir-stick up with my own spit and shoved it as far up my ass as it would go. I even turned around and looked at myself in the mirror and I could only see a wee portion of the thing visible on the exterior of my ass. I then twisted it around in there to make sure it got a bit soiled. When I pulled it out, there was some actual shit on it.
I went back to my seat to wait for her to leave hers.... I had my shit-smeared stir-stick hidden under a napkin.
A little while later she got up from her seat and went to look at a few books in the Bargain section of the store, I could literally SEE her legs from the middle portion of the racks, so I could tell that there is no way she could see what I was about to do. I went over to her tea and quickly exchanged my stir stick for hers.
When she came back to her seat and sat down, I cannot even describe the magnitude of my boner as I observed this gorgeous girl happily drinking her tea when I knew that there were pieces of my shit floating around in it. The only thing better would have been if she took it out and licked it, which she [sadly] did not.
May not appeal to everyone -- but hey, I'm not everyone. It very greatly appealed to me.

Sexy as fuck Asian exchange student

Went out with friends and they introduced me to a foreign exchange student they're hosting. Sasha was her nickname, no clue how to say her real name. I'm not into Asians and she's this tiny Japanese woman, not even 5ft, honestly not my type. She speaks broken English, enough to communicate, I don't speak Japanese but my friend's wife does. Really into gaming, heavy metal, goth scene, and anime. So there's lots in common but I'm 6'6 and like I said, not into Asians. Dinner was awesome, sushi actually, lots of laughs, lots of translating, then more laughs. She was seated next to me, my friends across the table, and Sasha kept brushing on me and leaning into me as we laughed and joked. The girls hit the ladies room, his wife came back early, Sasha was "really into me". I'm not sure what was said, I'm polite and she's cool but I'm not into that. Dinners over, we hit the movies.

Theater is pretty empty so my friends peel off to their own row in front of us. I can see where this is going, I assumed I had more time, instead her hands instantly go for my shorts. I figure lets see where this goes. I figure maybe a stroke or a quick squeeze. Nope. Lights go down and I get the best blowjob I've ever had in my life. No shit. I have no clue where it all went. In 20 minutes she sucked my soul out of me. Tiny breasts, rock hard nipples I pinched a few times, really tight wet pussy that I struggled to get a finger in... finally got one and she went to town sucking me. I was worried about going but instead of slowing down or slipping off she went deeper, stroked harder, worked her way all the way down and then moaned softly while teasing my balls with her hand. I lost it, just kept filming and she kept stroking and my hand is soaked because that tightness is gripping my finger. My friends didn't notice they're busy doing their own thing, theater is just us. Sasha sucks it all out, slips off, swallows, and then gets up.

I barely got a finger in, no way this is gonna happen. She straddles me, rubs against me, just really enjoying it. I feel her hand and she's lining up to try. I feel the squeeze on my head, and I watch her eyes roll. I'm not huge, but I'm big enough to make my partners happy.  Full 8 and plenty thick and she's trying to press the head in. She keeps rubbing, tries again. It's a Chihuahua trying to fit a Great Dane. And yet, by some misguided miracle, 4th time was the charm. It's really really tight, but the first couple inches are in. Movie is still going. Anyone looked they'd think we were kissing and cuddling. Took a bit but I got her bouncing. Every slide down her eyes rolled. I learned to stop short after I hit the back once. She didn't last long. She took my hand, put it on her mouth, and bit down while she gushed. Damn did she lose it. All over my shorts, all over the seat, all over herself. Her legs were shaking and she had zero control. After that she just slumped over in the chair. I rushed to the bathroom to clean up, had to use the family bathroom for privacy. Shirt was fine. Boxers were toast, those went in the trash. Soaked my shorts in the sink to get her off of it. Holy shit did she squirt... Hand dryer did wonders and shorts are black anyways. Dry enough in 5 minutes.

I get back. She's still trembling and just total bliss. So I start to watch the movie and she lays her head in my lap. I feel her hands, and sure enough I get a second award winning suck off. I thought there was nothing left. She clearly proves me wrong. This time she gets me right to the edge, then slips off and drops to her knees. I'm not sure what the plan was. I'm sitting but she's too low. And then she starts jerking and I realize what she wants. Call it "what's left" but she managed to give herself a facial. I blew hard. Even in the dim light I could see cum in her hair, on her nose, all over her chin. After that she stumbled to the bathroom, still had trouble walking.

I'm still not into Asians but this could be fun.

i met this japanese exchange student while on the beach in miami. she just graduated high school and was hanging out there for a while before going home. she was bummed that she never got a boyfriend while in the US, so the timing was perfect. she really wanted to fuck a white guy before going back home. after a few nights, i had her in bed. 18, fresh out of high school, great tits. i took this one pic of her while we were on the beach.

im still keeping in touch with her online. i hope to get some more pics out of her soon!

This Japanese exchange student was in Miami for a short vacation before going back to her home country. We met on the beach and ended up talking a lot.

We went back to the hotel and started talking. Things got pretty heated and we ended up fucking in her room before her friends came back.

She's just barely 18, adorable and sexy as fuck. I had to get a pic of her tits in that bikini. Her only condition was "okay, just don't show anyone"

This is about James Hooker, the high school teacher who left his wife and daughter to be with his former high school student.

I don't see a problem with the age difference, since they didn't do anything until she was 18.

Her mom thinks something should be illegal here. Apparently they did exchange a lot of text messages, but the girl says there was nothing romantic/sexual until she was 18.

The only moral problem here, in my opinion, is the fact that he left his family to be with her. He should have invited her in, then he could have manage a quatres with his wife and daughter and this girl!

Well, motherless won't let me post the YouTube url, but just go there and type in "teacher leaves family for student" and you should find it.

She's hot!

Looking for someone to lose my virginity with (19M)Hi,as the title says I'm looking to lose my virginity, I'm an exchange student, in the usa (currently in the east) , french, 19 years old, it doesn't matter if it's a woman or a couple that helps me, I can travel throughout the usa (it will give me a vacation at the same time), no age limit, 7 inch cock. Let me know if you want to know more about me or my looks 

This is the story of a spoiled teenage coed who is
forced to accompany her parents on an African safari.
She becomes separated and is kidnapped and abused by
jungle savages and other nasty sorts. There is no real
violence... aside from the rapes, non-consensual sex
and bondage, that is.

AFRICAN DRUM'S - Part 1

Kristen had whined the entire week before they
left. She had whined and sulked during the plane flight,
and was now whining, sulking, pouting, and occasionally
snarling. Going on an African safari, far from chili
dogs, pizza, MTV, and her friends, was not her idea of
a holiday.

For once, though, her parents had held firm. They
intended that this would be a good old fashioned family
holiday, and were determined to enjoy it if it killed
them, and her. No amount of whining, cajoling and beg-
ging had managed to sway them.

Thus she was now standing on the runway in a
baking heat, watching her father wave forlornly at bag-
gage handlers who zipped by as if he were invisible. It
was little wonder, what with the enormous amount of lug-
gage sitting beside him.

Kristen herself was very far from invisible to the
baggage handlers, as well as all the other bemused,
astonished and wondering Africans within sight. If she
noticed the stares, she gave not sign. She was, after
all, used to be stared at, though not in quite the same
way.

She was, as she well knew, a lovely, even stunning
young woman. Her development had started early. Even
when she was eleven years old, her physical maturity
was such that she was taken for a girl several years
older. She'd learned quickly that the men who looked at
her so closely could be manipulated in a variety of ways
to her benefit.

At eleven, that merely meant cooing and blinking
her eyes. By twelve she was wearing tight or revealing
clothes and positioning her body in such a way that
older boys and even grown men would groan and flash
carnal visual images in their minds.

By the time she'd turned thirteen, she was an
expert at manipulation, at controlling and maneuvering
men, using their weakness for her nubile teenage body
to make soft jelly of their hearts and minds, and hard
steel of their prongs.

She'd lost her cherry before entering high school,
to a handsome teacher who'd responded by changing her F
to an A. Usually she didn't have to actually sleep with
them of course. A little cooing and sultry whispers,
combined with a kiss or two sometimes did it.

For more difficult cases, she'd casually rub her-
self against them, or let them cop a feel of her boobs,
or crotch, and sometimes even jerked them off.

She'd gotten great grades in High School without
having a particularly nimble mind, or studying hard.
Others wondered about that, but as a leader of her peer
group in school, few openly questioned her methods for
academic achievement.

It was the same in college. She'd started just
this year, and had found the college professors even
more willing to come under her sway. The high school
teachers had the added worry, first of arrest, and
even after she passed the age of consent, of firing,
if caught with her.

College teachers didn't really have to worry
about that. Affairs between students and teachers
weren't unusual. They could freely make use of what
she offered in exchange for good grades, and not worry
about consequences.

Now, as she stood on the runway, clad in her
tight short shorts and her purple tank top that was
cut off just below the breasts, she was the near
perfection of a sexual creature. She didn't even have
to try and pose anymore. Any position she took could
automatically bring males organs to erection.

Her body was that of a goddess, perfect in it's
Ivory Whiteness, gleaming with health. There was not a
pimple, mole, or freckle anywhere on it. She was tall
and effortlessly graceful, her movements that of a
ballet dancer.

Her breasts were large enough to cause double
takes, but not large enough to detract from the perfect
symmetry of her shape. They were high and perfectly
round and of a firmness few young women ever achieved,
even during arousal. Her nipples were tiny pink nubs in
the exact center of each breast, which, when hard,
lengthened to an almost unnatural length, standing out
hard and ultra sensitive.

Her legs were the kind that made men run into
poles, so transfixed were they by the long gleaming
contours of her perfect thighs, shapely calves and
sweet and lovely knees.

Her ass would have won awards if such were given,
and if she had ever deigned to enter any contest. It
was the perfection other women longed for, had opera-
tions for. Not an ounce of fat, not a hint of imper-
fection marred her sweet and sumptuous buttocks. They
were more perfect in their shape when she slouched in
her sneakers than most women achieved in six inch heels
and tightly shaping pants and jeans.

Her face was the profile of delicate loveliness.
Her eyes were wide and bright, bright blue. When she
wanted, they were the eyes of an appealing child.
Within an instant they could turn sultry and wanton.

Her nose was a mere button, a little snub thing
that made the women sigh and smile. Her mouth was nar-
row and luscious, her lips full and sensuous, her teeth,
brilliant white perfection. Taken as a whole, her face
was enough to make grown men and women weep, the men
with regret, that they would never know her intimate
acquaintance, the women with amazed jealousy.

Her hair was the perfect frame for such a won-
drously sculpted visage. It was chest long and as
feathery soft and fleecy as the finest silk. At the
same time, it was luxuriously thick, cascading around
her head and splashing over her shoulders and down her
chest and back like a lustrous waterfall halted in mid-
fall.

All of these taken together drew lustful and en-
vious stares and gasps wherever she went, and contri-
buted to what was, admittedly, more than a hint of
arrogance, haughtiness and vanity. Being rich always
tended to draw people into immodesty. Being rich as well
as stunningly, dazzlingly, ravishingly, gorgeous, gave
her an ego hard to reign in, even on those odd occasions
when she tried.

Of course, her luscious silhouette and mouth
watering face were not the only reason she was drawing
stares at the moment. The main point of attraction
for the Africans was her hair, which was a bright, but
not unattractive shade of pink.

If she had been aware of the amusement, or con-
fusion her hair color was causing, she would have simply
sniffed about the crudeness and lack of sophistication
of the watchers, utterly certain that wherever in the
world she happened to be, whatever she happened to be
wearing was THE height of fashion, and that included
hair coloring and style.

She was not aware of the bewildering looks though,
since all her attention was focused on herself, and the
unhappiness and uncomfortableness she was presently
feeling. These were not things Kristen was normally
forced to contend with.

Seldom in her short life had she been refused any
pleasure, comfort or want, however fleeting or tran-
sitory. Everywhere she went she was granted boons
favors and generosity. At home, her slightest wish was
her parents most important demand. Nothing was denied
her.

Of course this went a long way to explaining her
self indulgent nature, her selfishness and vain outlook
on life. Kristen was about as spoiled as any human
being that walked the face of the earth, and as shallow
as a dried river bed.

Though she was far from stupid, an original
thought had never crossed her pretty little mind. She
followed the dictates of her social group to the
letter, her every move governed by whatever happened to
be "IN."

Now here she was sweating, SWEATING! In a sauna
that was permissible, but out in the open, in her
clothes, it was utterly intolerable.

"Dadddeeeeeeeeee," she whined. "Can't we go in-
doors where it's air-conditioned?"

"The building isn't air-conditioned sweetheart.
It's hotter than out here," he replied.

"Not air-conditioned?" She was truly amazed. In
her experience all buildings were air-conditioned. What
kind of a place was this?

"Ahhh, here comes our driver I think," her father
sighed with relief.

Kristen turned to see a boxy looking car racing
towards them in a cloud of dust. She squinted her eyes
against the sun, then put her hand over her mouth as
the thing drew up in front of them, hurling small
pebbles and dirt all around.

"You Charles Taylor?" a voice demanded.

"I am."

"Righto."

A figure jumped out of the box and moved around to
stand in front of them. Kristen looked up in disgust.
The man was in his early thirties, tall, with coarse
dark hair and weathery tanned skin, he wore a cheap
brown short sleeved shirt and dark green pants tucked
into boots, not even designer boots.

He was sort of handsome, in a rugged, cowboy type
way, with a thick, barrel chest and enormous, biceps.
His hands were big and rough from work, and his chest
hair curled out through the half open shirt. Kristen
wrinkled her nose in distaste.

"Pleased ta meet yah." The man said, holding out
his big hand at Taylor. "I'm Joe Steel."

"How do you do?" Charles said, shaking hands.
"This is my wife Lucy..."

"Charmed." Lucy said, waving her hand back and
forth in front of her face to stir a little breeze.

"And my daughter Kristen."

"Hi there Kris." he grinned, his eyes sliding
quickly and appreciatively up and down her body.

"Kristen." she said, stiffly, glaring in reproach.

It didn't do to let the help become to chummy to
begin with, and nobody dared call her Kris.

With no further delay Joe had begun hefting their
bags one and two at a time, and tossing them into the
rear of the "Rover" as he called it. He showed not
even a hint of effort at the heavy bags and was quickly
done, whereupon he jumped into the drivers seat to
await them.

Charles held open the rear door and Lucy and
Kristen carefully stepped in.

"Don't you have air-conditioning?" she complained.

"You're joking?" He laughed. "Air-conditioning!
What a laugh!" He then proceeded to laugh, long and
hard, before stomping on the gas pedal. The three pas-
sengers were thrown back against the weakly padded
seats as the Rover bumped and bounced across the dirt
field and out through the airport gate.

In a short length of time, they were driving
through an incredibly dirty and tacky looking excuse for
a city, with hordes of Black people wandering around
aimlessly and shrieking in some ugly foreign language
that Kristen knew wasn't French or Italian, the only
two acceptable languages other than English.

"How far is the hotel?" She grumbled.

"Hotel? We ain't goin' to no hotel, gorgeous.
We're heading right for the jungle. We'll pick up the
rest of the gear in Bankoland, then head inland."

"You mean we'll be traveling in this?!" she de-
manded in astonishment.

"That's it beautiful."

"But... but... but... we CAN'T travel in this!"
she exclaimed.

He looked back at her in irritation. "And just
what's wrong with this? This is a helluva fine machine,
girl. It'll take you through damn near anything without
stalling."

"How long do we have to be riding around in this
thing?" She demanded.

"This is your ride for the duration, Princess." he
grinned.

"Daddeeeeeeee!"

"Now look, precious, we could hardly travel in a
Rolls in the middle of the jungle," he tried to placate
her.

"Couldn't you get something that was at least air-
conditioned!?"

"You'll never get acclimatized with air-condition-
ing pinky." Joe grinned.

"What?"

"He means you won't get used to the heat,
darling."

"I don't want to get used to the heat!" she stamp-
ed her foot on the floor.

"You ain't got no choice there, pinky."

"Don't call me that!" she demanded, furiously.

He laughed, which did nothing to cool her temper.
She folded her arms tightly, despite the heat, and sank
back in her corner of the seat, determined to sulk un-
til she was back home again. The Rover continued to
bounce along until they reached a small village outside
town.

There they stopped. There was six other four wheel
drive vehicles there waiting. Joe looked at them in
disbelief. "What in hell?" He jumped out and went to
the waiting native drivers, chatting furiously.

"You told me to find everything on the list and
bring it here with drivers." The man in charge said,
shrugging.

"What in hell was on the friggin list?!" Joe de-
manded. He poked his nose inside the rovers and jeeps,
his face growing more and more incredulous.

Finally he came over to stand in front of Charles.

"Are you nuts?" he demanded.

"Excuse me?"

"What in hell is all this junk? You got furniture
here, fer chrissake!"

"Yes, a few tables and chairs, and cots."

"Tables and chairs!"

"I suppose you've never sat in a chair or at a
table." Kristen sniffed, disdainfully. Joe glared at
her, then turned back to Taylor. "You have any idea
what this is costing you?"

"Of course I know." Charles said with dignity.

"How about how long it's gonna take us to pack up
and set down?"

"I'm sure they'll manage."

Joe closed his eyes and counted to ten.

"It's your funeral," he said before finally,
stomping over to the other drivers.

"Really." Lucy said. "Couldn't you have found a
better guide, Charles?"

"He is supposed to be the best, my dear."

"He smells badly." Kristen sulked.

"I dare say we'll all smell badly soon." Her
father said, altogether too happily. Both women looked
at him in disgust.

They bounced down dirt roads for several more
hours, with the other cars riding along behind. They
left the road then, going through the jungle on even
more bouncy trails. Just when she was certain she
couldn't take another minute, they stopped in a small
clearing by a river.

"All right. We're here." Joe said in obvious re-
lief. He almost dove out of the rover, moving as far
away from Kristen as he could get. Never had he had to
bear such a constant unending barrage of whining com-
plaints, and snotty comments.

If she had known the fantasies he'd used to try
and block her out for most of the afternoon, Kristen
would have been outraged. In truth, they weren't all
that different from most men's fantasies about her,
except for being considerably more violent.

The dozen natives proceeded to set up the camp,
which included two large tents, each ten feet by twelve
feet and tall enough for a tall man to stand. Inside
each they carried a large round plastic bathtub, which
they set up in a curtained corner, along with the
portable toilets.

They attached round curtain rods to the tubs, then
put on the curtains. A pipe with a shower nozzle on the
top was put into place, and a generator to power the
pumps, along with other gear, was started up. One large
vehicle was entirely filled with big drums of water,
which were rolled over and attached to the pumps.

Joe sat on the front bumper of his Rover and
watched in stunned amazement as the tubs, along with
tables, chairs, benches and cots were all unloaded and
brought into the tents. Each time Kristen saw him, she
turned up her nose and sniffed in disdain. Joe imagined
what a good sturdy leather belt would do to her round
little behind.

The Taylors wandered around, enjoying the scenery,
what there was of it no further than a dozen yards from
the camp at least. Kristen accompanied her parents,
shrugging and sniffing at everything they pointed out.

He's got a big campfire going, for the atmosphere,
Charles had said, since of course they'd brought por-
table propane stoves and lanterns for heat and light.
The fire drew the only appreciative statement from
Kristen Joe had heard all day. She'd allowed that it
was "OK."

Soon after things were installed, the Taylors all
retired to their tents and the pumps started up. Joe's
mind filled with the image of the pink haired girl
having a shower and despite his irritation at her,
found his loins stirring.

Normally he wouldn't have dreamed of it, but the
little bitch had been such a snotty little thing that
he almost felt she owed him one, a look that is.

With nobody in sight, he unzipped the tent and
poked his head inside, then walked in, poking his head
out to be sure nobody had seen him. He moved across
the room to the little curtained alcove, then looked
inside.

The curtain that ran around the tub was in place
and water pattered off it weakly. The pumps were only
as good as the power source which had to be small
enough to cart around. Still, a good spray of water
enveloped the girl as she stood under it.

The plastic curtain was solid, and only her shadow
showed through. Not a man to hesitate, Joe wandered
across the few feet that separated it from him and
pulled it aside slightly.

Her back was to him, and what a back! Despite his
many experiences with women he had to swallow a sigh of
appreciation. He shook his head as his eyes beheld her
beautifully proportioned body, the lovely round swells
of her buttocks and magnificent legs.

She turned and he let the curtains fall. Then
opened them a crack. Her head was tilted back and her
hands were rubbing shampoo through her long hair. He
closed his eyes for a second, then opened them again.
No, he hadn't been imagining.

"Good Christ!" he murmured, his voice easily
covered by the sound of splashing water. What a body!
His eyes lingered over her upturned breasts, looking
even more golden and perfect as she unconsciously
thrust her chest up and out.

Her belly was smooth and flat and looked like the
softest thing on earth. Her damp pubic hair, she was a
blonde, he saw, barely covered her dark little slit as
she stood with legs slightly apart.

The water trickled off her gleaming wet skin,
giving her a slick, oily look that set his heart pound-
ing and his cock pulsing. It was all he could do to
keep from jumping in and screwing her right then and
there.

Luckily, he was a strong man mentally as well as
physically. He backed away and stumbled out of the tent
his eyes wide and dazed. No matter her personality
flaws, he was going to have the little bitch if it was
the last thing he did!

He set out to please her as soon as she returned
from her shower. His attempts to curry favor and amuse
her failed dismally however. She was used to men trying
to charm and please her and was in no mood for it. Be-
sides, he was as far from her type as it was possible
to get without actually being ugly.

His smile became strained over the course of the
evening, as his most gallant, courteous and congenial
attempts to strike up friendship, or even a conversa-
tion, failed dismally, shot down by snotty remarks,
arrogant condescension and rude and brusque dismissals.

He was in a foul mood when he went to sleep that
night. It didn't get any better the next day, as she
repeated her whining and complaining to such an extent
he was reduced to angry growls and snarls himself. When
she haughtily summoned him to her tent that evening, he
was in no mood to be pleasant.

Her constant sniveling had driven him to tear into
his stash of brandy far sooner than normal, and he was
ready to bite somebody's head off. None would be better
than hers.

Kristen was wearing a light white designer shirt,
that, because of the heat, she'd completely unbuttoned
and then tied together below her braless breasts.

That her magnificent orbs were thus encased in two
tight sacks that became translucent as she sweated, did
not apparently occur to her, and if it had, she
wouldn't have cared. Tormenting men, even ones she dis-
liked was commonplace to her.

Her shorts were the kind of baggy, multi colored
things currently in vogue in California, and looked
preposterous here, but again, that didn't occur to her.

"What is it?" He almost snarled after pushing
through her tent flap.

"This thing doesn't work." she complained, point-
ing at the shower.

"So what do you want me to do about it?" She look-
ed at him like he was exceedingly stupid.

"Fix it." She said, pronouncing each word careful-
ly as she stared at him.

"It ain't my shower." He glared.

"You were hired by my father..."

"To guide you through the jungle. You want a
plumber go and find one."

"How dare you!?" she glared in outrage.

"Oh stuff a sock in it." he snapped.

"When I tell my Daddy..."

"You can tell Daddy whatever the bleeding hell you
want you silly little cunt. I'm tired of listening to
your whining and bitching and complaining!" He moved
right in front of her, staring down angrily from inches
away. She backed up in consternation, but he kept mov-
ing forward until she was backed against a table.

He jammed his face right up against hers. "Your
shit don't stink! Do it?"

Kristen's eyes and mouth opened in amazement. No-
body, but nobody had ever talked to her like this
before.

"I... I... I..."

"Oh can it! I'm sick of listening to your whining
voice!" He shoved his face even closer, forcing her to
bend backwards across the table.

"You are the snottiest little ice maiden I've ever
seen in my life! You and your Goddam bathtubs and God-
dam CD player and your Goddam pink hair! What kind of a
crazy wears pink hair anyway!?

"It... it's the latest s... style." she stuttered.

"Style! Ha! " He backed up slightly, his eyes
glaring as he looked her up and down. "And your
clothes. You wave your little ass around and show off
your fat titties and then look down your nose at anyone
that takes notice!"

He poked his nose in her face again, forcing her
back. "What you really need is a hard belt across your
dainty little rear end! Or better yet a good hard cock
up your tight, cold little hole!"

Kristen gasped in shock, her skin flushing red in
embarrassment and outrage.

"I bet for all your showin' off your still a
stinking virgin!" he snarled.

"I... I am not!" she whined.

"Bullshit! I can't imagine you letting any man
between those legs of yours!" He reached his hand down
and cupped her left breast through the sweaty
blouse. "The only one that's ever touched these are
you!" He sneered, again putting his face right up
against hers.

Kristen was now terrified. She was in a situation
she'd never faced in her life. Someone didn't like her!
Someone was being mean to her, yelling at her and call-
ing her names. She didn't know how to deal with it and
gaped at him in shock, not even trying to slap his hand
away from her hot, sweaty breast.

"What about it, little Miss Ice Queen?" he smirked.

"Or are you a lesbo? That wouldn't surprise me. A
man hating little homo!"

"A... am not!" she whimpered.

"Yeah?" He curled his lip into a sneer, then
abruptly, jammed his big hand down the front of her
shorts. The button tore off, popping across the tent
as his hand forced into the thin garment. Kristen
gasped again, her eyes staring down in shock.

Joe's hand slid right under her panties and cupped
her bare flesh, squeezing up against her pussy mound.
His eyes continued to stare into hers and as she looked
up, she felt held there, her own eyes unable to pull
away as his fingers began to rub up and down over her
cunt.

End Of Part 1

There was a video I saw years ago where an exchange student was felt up and asked questions about her body. Was in an Attic. Can't remember the country she was in. Anybody got a link