Summer was just starting to appear, but not yet in full swing. So Marie, Holly's foreign exchange student houseguest from France, was still here, as her semester abroad studying English still had a few more weeks to go. As it was the first warm weekend in months, and Marie would soon be going home, Holly had decided to host a barbeque at her house.

It had been four months since I was first introduced to Marie, on the same day she was introduced to Holly's wild and horny side. I had visited on a couple of occasions in that time for some more fun sessions with Holly and Marie, and I understand they often enjoyed each other's company of an evening alone. I was invited along to the barbeque, and some people I vaguely knew would also be there.

I arrived at Holly's place and made my way round to the back garden, where the smell of meat cooking filled the air, and a plume of smoke was emanating from the grill that Mike was manning. Mike, Holly's clueless boyfriend, who had no idea that he had never come close to satisfying Holly sexually or had any inkling of her secret passions that she sought elsewhere. He turned to say hello to me as he focused on the grill, his little domain that he felt important being in charge of.

Holly was being the good host, milling around the garden, welcoming everyone and making sure glasses were kept filled, laughing at jokes, and touching Mike's arm in a way that made him beam. She wore a light summer dress, white with thin straps that kept slipping off her shoulders. Every time she adjusted them, she'd catch my eye with a small smile. I knew that look...she was already planning.

Marie was sitting in a garden chair with some other guests; a lovely yellow dress showcased her beautiful, smooth legs. She was quiet, but I had seen her watching Holly and me. She knew more than she let on, knowing how things normally went when I visited Holly's house. But Mike being present, that was the complication.

As the afternoon wore on, the guests were several drinks in, and Mike had moved on from burgers on the grill to some lamb kebabs that he had droned on about for ages: how he made them, where he got the recipe, and how much time it had taken to marinate. Holly rolled her eyes and caught my glance. Silently, she pointed her eyes towards the house. I took her cue. She drifted towards the back door. I waited a few minutes and excused myself to the bathroom; nobody paid any attention as I slipped away.

Inside the house, as I went upstairs, I found Holly in the hallway, leaning against the door of the spare bedroom, which was technically Marie's room. She took my hand. "He is not likely to come in here, my bedroom or the bathroom; he might do, but he won't come in here," she said as she pulled me inside, closing the door behind her. "I have been thinking about this all afternoon."

Her mouth found mine, and we embraced in a passionate kiss; her hands roamed my chest, and she undid my belt as I pushed her back toward the wall. As she leaned against it, her dress bunched up around her hips, and she grappled with her white cotton panties and slid them down her legs, kicking them away.

"Fuck me," she breathed into my ear. "Quick."

I didn't argue; I freed my cock from my unzipped shorts and lifted her up against the wall. She wrapped her legs around me, and I drove my cock into her hot, wet pussy. Her head fell back, and her mouth opened in a silent gasp as my cock filled her. I thrust into her, fucking her hard, the wall thumping with each thrust. Her fingers dug into my shoulders.

"Yes! Yes! Oh my god, don't stop!" she gasped as she bumped into the wall,

Suddenly, to our left, the door started to open. I froze. Holly's eyes opened with a flash of panic, almost starting to say the words 'it's not what it looks like', but then the panic changed to recognition as Marie stood in the doorway. She didn't look shocked.

"Ooh," she said in her wonderful French accent. "I thought I hadn't seen you for a little while, Olly, or you, Jamie. Now I understand!"

Holly didn't pull away, and I stayed buried inside her. She looked Marie in the eye. "Close the door," she said

Marie clicked the door shut and moved towards us. She dropped to her knees and reached for my cock, still inside Holly's wet hole. She took the base in her hands and pulled me free, taking me into her mouth, and she sucked hard on the head, tasting the mixture of precum and Holly's cunt juices.

"Mmmm, c'est tellement délicieux!" she purred in her French lilt, hungrily licking every drop of fluid from it before guiding me back into Holly, her fingers pressing against my balls as I thrust in again. "Keep going," Marie whispered. "I like to watch."

I did, and I fucked Holly harder and faster than before, her moans starting to get louder, catching herself and trying to keep quiet so as not to arouse suspicion. Marie stayed kneeling, her hand stroking Holly's thigh, her eyes fixed on where me and Holly joined. Holly came with a shuddering cry, bringing her hand to her mouth as her legs clenched round me tight. I followed and groaned as I blasted a thick rope of semen inside Holly, and I pulled out whilst still cumming. Marie took me back in her mouth, gulping the last spurts of cum as I finished in her mouth.

"We need to go back," Holly panted, with her forehead resting on mine. "Before he or anyone else gets suspicious."

We made our way back in shifts; I went first, and thankfully, nobody seemed to have noticed how long I had been, apparently, in the bathroom. Marie followed, wearing some sunglasses she claimed to have been searching for in her room. Finally, Holly rejoined the garden, clutching a couple of bottles of wine and some snacks that she offered some vague story of preparing. She stood next to Mike, who was still engrossed in his grill, as the smoke billowed from it; he swigged his beer and put his arm round her waist, only half paying attention to her.

About an hour later, Mike's lamb kebabs were admittedly very nice, and he was triumphantly taking a break, sitting, chugging a beer, and chatting to some of his friends. Holly went into the kitchen to clean up some of the dirty dishes. I went inside to find a bottle opener, since the one outside had gone missing and found her at the sink.

"Thank you for earlier; I really needed it," she said to me, looking over her shoulder.

"Always a pleasure...I'm just glad we got away with it." I replied

"He is staying the night here tonight, so I will probably have to fake it later on," she said back to me, laughing, but I knew she meant it.

I approached behind her. "Such a shame that you have to do that," I said as I put my hands on her hips and turned her around.

"No, he's right there," she breathed. "We can't!"

My hands roamed her body, slipping under her dress to caress her thighs.

No hands shoved me off, only breathless pleas, "No, no, we shouldn't."

"Ask me to stop, Holly," I murmured hot against her ear, my fingers inching higher toward her underwear. "Just say the words, and I will."

Her fingers clamped around my wrist, steering my hand beneath the waistband of her knickers. I traced her soaked folds, parting them to circle her swollen clit before delving deeper. She gasped sharply, her face pressing into my shoulder to smother the sound as I plunged two fingers into her clenching pussy, curling and pumping them inside.
I fingered her steadily, her juices squelching around my knuckles. Her breaths came in ragged whimpers, her body trembling on the brink. "Oh god, please... make me cum," she begged softly, nails digging into my back. The tension built until finally, she shattered, her pussy gushing over my hand, her thighs clamping my arm as she fought to stay silent.

I withdrew, holding her gaze while sucking her nectar from my fingers, savouring the tangy sweetness. 'So fucking delicious, Hol.' She smoothed her dress with shaking hands, slipping back into the garden. I strolled back outside with the bottle opener I had gone to find.

As the sun started to go down, many of the guests had left, and one or two remained. I was sitting with Marie, chatting. Holly approached us. "He is cleaning the grill; he loves that thing more than me, I think! He will be at least an hour. Upstairs?" she said to Marie and me.

This time we didn't hide it; we walked upstairs together. Marie followed without a word. We went back to Marie's room again to reduce the chance of being disturbed. Holly pulled her dress up over her head in one motion, slipped out of her panties, and lay down on the bed, completely naked in front of Marie and me. She parted her legs slightly and circled her clit with her fingers and held our gaze. We knew what we needed to do. We both approached and knelt at the foot of the bed between Holly's legs. I slid my tongue along her slit, tasting the sweet, tangy flavour of her pussy. Marie leaned in and flicked her tongue to Holly's clit. Together we worked her, alternating between clit and folds, our tongues meeting occasionally. Her hips bucked against us, and her moans became frantic.

"Oh my god! Yes, right there!... Don't stop, I'm going to..."

She came violently, her body arched off the bed, and her juices flooded out, soaking Marie's bedsheets. Marie kept on licking, drawing out Holly's orgasm. She manoeuvred herself on top of Holly, and they found themselves in a 69 position, and Holly needed no invite to return the favour to Marie, and they ate each other's pussies greedily.

Holly began to gently lick Marie's asshole, making her whimper with pleasure. I knelt near Holly's head, watching her eat Marie's ass. My cock was hard and inches from Holly's face. She reached up and took hold of it, stroking it teasingly. "I think you should put it in here," she said, as she lightly fingered Marie's puckered ring. "As a parting gift before she goes back to France."

"Oui!, mets-le dans mon cul," Marie pleaded.

With Holly's guidance, I pushed the head of my cock against her slowly and felt her sphincter give way. She gasped sharply as I breached her and let out a groan as I started stroking the walls of her anus with each thrust. Holly's face inches away, she watched and massaged my balls as I sodomised the young French woman.

"Cum in her, I want to see it dripping out," Holly commanded.

"Oh! Mon Dieu! Please I want it!" Marie cried out, pleading.

I drove harder into Marie, my balls tightened, and finally I spilled my load deep inside her ass. When I pulled out, a thick stream of cum leaked from her, spreading across her inner thigh. Holly reached out, catching it on her fingers, and brought it to her lips. “Perfect,” she said.

We lay there together for a few minutes. Mike called up, asking Holly if she wanted another glass of wine. "I'll be down in a second," Holly called back. She dashed over to her bedroom and put on a different dress. She strolled down the stairs and greeted Mike.

"How come you got changed?" Mike asked her.

"Oh, I spilt some wine on my other dress, so that's why I went upstairs, tried to soak the stain out, but I think it's ruined, so I put something else on. You ok?" she asked him.

"Yeah, great, it's been a fun afternoon," he smiled at her. Holly smirked to herself, knowing that he didn't know the half of it!. Mike continued, "I thought I heard something up there, a scream or something?"

Quick as a flash, Holly replied, "Oh, I saw Jamie and Marie go into her room...I think they have had a bit of a thing? Perhaps they had sex?"

"Oh, I see, well, fair play to him! She is a pretty little thing, but she's going home soon, so can't be anything serious."

Marie came down the stairs, and I followed a few minutes later. Mike patted me on the back and handed me a beer, smiling as if he knew the truth. He raised his bottle to clink against mine, not realising he was effectively toasting me making his girlfriend orgasm three times that afternoon, to ensure she had some from someone that day.

A few weeks later, Marie's term studying in the UK came to an end, and she moved out of Holly's house and back to her hometown of Orléans. But Holly and I would never forget the fun we had with her little exchange student.