For a few years now, we've been having a Danish college student staying with us each summer on exchange. Andreas was 18 the first year he came, a tall, bright eyed blond lad with incredibly good looks and a fine physique. He used to show us pictures of his home town, and in excellent English explained that the busty and very long-legged girl in the photos was Ingrid, his 18 year old girl friend.

In the interests of good taste we didn't enquire how he pulled such an attractive woman, but it was obvious he loved the female figure. Andreas would always admire my red lacy lingerie, my stockings and basques when I washed them, and thoroughly approved of the broken lock on the bathroom door. That way he could covertly observe me stripping for a shower, watch me lather up my lithe body, and work the shower gel into a thick froth over my large breasts and prominent brown nipples.

I suppose being a flaxen haired woman with a decent figure myself I must have reminded him of the sexy Ingrid. Either way, it was very hard not to let a glance linger in his direction when he started to stroke his exposed and very erect cock. It was a beauty, very thick at the base and the head, with a strong shaft that sported bulging veins and a bag full of young spunk slung below!

Changing his bedding as I did, I knew full well what he did when he disappeared into the bedroom afterwards. The thick, sticky stains were everywhere on his duvet and his explosive ejaculations must have been a lovely sight to see.

I suppose I'd played a double game as a result of all that; cock teasing Andreas by wearing the most daring skirts, but referring to him as a young man when George my hubby was around. Of course, he wasn't fooled and had seen my flirtatious looks and the knowing smile on Andreas' face. He openly told me that our guest had a massive cock on him and was reaching the randy age when he'd have the energy to fuck hard for hours. "He'd even have a mature, experienced girl like you whimpering," he said, casting me the sort of look that spoke volumes.

We pursued the topic in bed, with George humping me slowly, talking about what he reckoned Andreas would be like on the job. Whilst we didn't say it explicitly, we knew we were fantasising about Andreas fucking me silly. No doubt he'd be arrogant, cocksure and quick to come off, George was saying. I wasn't so sure, the lad had technique, and my com- ment to that effect led George to say that I should go with him next summer, if he really was more virile then than this time. In the meantime, I was encouraged to write to him.

Let me tell you, a year made a brilliant difference. Not only had Andreas' chest broadened and filled, but his letters detailed the many conquests he had made. Three women were firmly wrapped around his little finger!

The way he talked to them, and complimented me on my tight black leather mini skirt upon return, prompted George to come clean. Handing him the keys to his own pcious car, he said that I was on a week's holiday. Would Andreas like to take me out and see the sights? He added that we were very liberal and I was his to fuck if we wished - I'd admitted I had the hots for our Danish star and he didn't see why he shouldn't bed me! Any other 19 year old would have been flabbergasted, right? - but not Andreas.

"Thank you, I will..." he said with a wink. That evening we drove up to town and Andreas took me to a smart resturant. He handled the Jaguar superbly and me confidently, even though I'd added seamed stockings and a silk blouse to the black skirt. Petting me as we ate lobster thermadore was one of his specialities, I discovered, and I felt my pussy melt at his touch. "George can sleep in my room tonight," he said, I agreed meekly. "Just as you see fit, darling."

I suppose we arrived home about 1 am, after stopping to kneck and fondle in a woodland layby. My pussy was awash with cunt cream, my nipples hot and ready after his masterly touch. It only turned me on the more when he explained that one of his girlfriends was 29 and married. Apparently, at first, Anna's husband had objected to him, but relented when she said accept Andreas' susperstud position, or I'll leave you!

I knew George wouldn't give Andreas hassle - he wanted him to fuck me. As if to confirm all that he'd stayed up to welcome us and asked Andreas to treat him like his manservant, helping out if he saw fit! That was simple. I was to have my toe nails and pussy lips painted red - footsies in gloss and pussy with a deep red lipstick! George was also to take snaps, both for Andreas' album and to, "Wank himself over, later."

It's unbelievably erotic to have your toe nails painted, and then your cunt lips lipsticked under those sort of circumstances. George took infinite pains with his handiwork and I could just picture the lipstick marks around the base of Andreas' big cock later. George said he'd often masturbated just thinking about this moment - so I was dead shirty with him, telling him to do the job properly. Andreas had such a big cock and I'd dutifully come off the pill at George's instructions that week, so I was feeling awfully wanton, but a touch anxious too

True, the statistical chances of catching first time might not be that great, but this seed rod would squirt all that virile sperm miles higher than George's ever did. George sensed the feelings, so he did the thing that always makes me hot and randy. He got down on his knees and fingered my slit deeply, whilst dragging his tongue over my buttocks in long wet laps. As his fingers massaged my G spot, I fell into the gyrating, squirmy movements that always signalled my readiness. "You want his thick, spermy cream, don't you?" asked George. "Oh yes," I cooed.

Andreas joined us in the bedroom, naked but for a bulging white pair of briefs. His skin was tanned dark and that clearly extended to his cock, too, as I gently freed it, stiff and throbbing from the straining pants. The photos George took of me fondling that lovely tool were something - my hand barely circled its girth at the base!

Then Andreas led me firmly over to the bed and, lifting one of my feet onto the side, began to leisurely dip his big cock in and out of my cunt from behind. It meant a modified doggy stance, but a great photo call, and George dutifully captured it all. "George . . we can't be the same once this cock's mastered me; you know that don't you....?"

I panted, the huge head catching my clitty as it popped in and out. George was clicking like mad, ridiculous but earnest in his own poorly filled boxer shorts. Again Andreas' meat penetrated me, this time burying 40 per cent of itself inside me, making me gasp and rub my nipples, ecstatic, almost out of control. "Get him to lick my tits, please!" I begged Andreas, feeling him move me over into the full doggy position.

As my Danish lover's cock took up station, deep and firm, lipstick smeared right up to the base, George snapped a last pic and set to, licking as directed. He said he could see Andreas' splendid, heavy testicles swinging, and sucked my nipples in time with the rhythm. I must have been really sent, as I started to lick my lips, murmuring, "Super lover, super lover," as he rammed his prick in.

Andreas' cock was throbbing, his balls tensed up ready for action, but there was no wasteful pmature rush. Instead, he just eased the rhythm each time an orgasm neared, and put me through two of my own in the meantime! It wasn't ladylike to cuss and swear what a brilliant lover he was - but I did, over and over. I looked a mess, my tits hanging down, my cunt full of the strongest cock ever, brought off at the whim of a 19 year old sexmaster!

Even as Andreas had us ease down, lying horizontal across my sex, my left leg raised over his shoulder, his cock was lancing deep again. It was no contest, George's tool having squirted off a weak fountain of spunklet drops very early on. Now he was down on my mound, lipstick all over his mouth, licking my clit whilst Andreas stopped to admire his handiwork.

The crescendo came so quick for both of us then, Andreas' tight little backside powering his cock deep into me. "Please, please, please..." I moaned.

The rhythm was persistent, faster, much faster There was one huge, extra convulsive thrust and nine thick wads, pump after pump spermed up inside me. 'I'll be pgnant, I know it!' I thought dreamily, and came especially hard, virtually smothering George's face on my writhing mound.

Of course, climax prophecies come true don't they? Strong and double thick, would always do the trick - so months later George dotes over our daughter, Agnetha. This summer Andreas is back. In the letters I gather Anna's expecting too, but that wouldn't surprise you, would it!

I can't wait for the summer and neither can George. He's always talking about Andreas' big cock and how sexy it looks as it slides in and out of me. I think he loves it almost as much as I do!