Our foreign exchange student came from Wales, though his family was originally from the Seychelles. In his introduction letter, he said he was a natural-born athlete who played cricket and rugby, but he’d really like to try American football, a sport he’d been an avid fan of for years. My brother played for our high school team, making our guest a perfect fit for our family. He and my brother were both seniors, and we were sure they'd hit it off.

“Your family is from the Seychelles. Do you speak the language?” I asked.

Marcus rattled off some gibberish.

“What does that mean?”

He laughed, saying. “I don’t know. I’m from Wales.”

I wanted to punch him in the arm, but I couldn’t bring myself to. Marcus was so charming and engaging, almost flirtatious when we first met. Everything about him sent tingles down my spine. His piercing eyes, bright smile, and rippling muscles beneath his dark flesh made my panties wet. Sploosh. From that point on, I was smitten with him. Even with home-court advantage, I knew I’d have to fight the girls at North High School for his attention.

Every night, Marcus would lounge around in sweatpants or tight running shorts that outlined his manhood, and every night I’d lock myself in my room where I would finger my seventeen-year-old self crazy. My feelings for Marcus grew more intense with each passing day, and by the end of October I was conniving a plan. I started tracking how long Marcus took in the shower each morning, then waited until everyone else was out of the house. That opportunity came when my brother had an early-morning dentist appointment while my father was away on business, leaving Marcus and me alone.

I had practiced many times. It was only three steps from my bedroom door to the bathroom, but I had to time it just right. I wore only my robe as I waited for the bathroom door lock to click. One, two, three. Bam! I slammed into Marcus so hard that the towel wrapped around his waist fell to the floor.

I stooped to pick up his robe and came face to face with Marcus’s big black cock. I raised my hand in a halfhearted attempt to shield my eyes. I’d left the sash on my robe loose on purpose so it would open when I bent over, which it did, revealing my ample cleavage.

Marcus’s penis grew until its tip touched the palm. My hand naturally flinched away, but the sight of his erection made my hand instinctively try to shield my eyes. Realizing that it wasn’t going to bite, I took hold of his cock  and stroked it. His ebony meat missile looked massive in my pale, petite hand.

A pearl of precum formed at the tip of his penis, coaxed there by my stroking hand. I licked it off before sucking the head of his cock between my lips while stroking him. I took a few more passes with my hand as I contemplated my next move. Still holding his cock, I stood, pulling him into my room by his dick, and onto my bed. My robe fell open as he settled between my legs.

“What an awkward position,” I thought, staring at my legs sticking straight up in the air. I clasped my hands together around him as he began to move his hips. I wrapped my legs around his waist, beckoning him deeper. Each thrust brought a twinge of painful pleasure. I clenched my eyes shut and sank my teeth into his shoulder as I pulled him inside my vagina. My eyes opened wide as his cock tore through my hymen. He was in.

Marcus waited until her felt the tension in my body leave. “Are you okay?” he asked before moving his hips again.

“Uh, huh,” I mumbled, with a mouth full of his flesh.

“Can you stop biting me, then, so I can kiss you?” he asked softly.

He kissed me with a fire and passion that I’ve only seen in the movies. Our tongues twisted and twirled in each other’s mouths in one long, passionate kiss. I loosened my grip when our lips parted, letting Marcus move freely. I saw the imprint of my teeth still embedded in his shoulder. I kissed it softly, hoping that it would erase the pain.

Marcus lowered his lips to suck my nipple as he started undulating his pelvis, slowly taking longer, deeper strokes. A tingle began to tickle my twat, and slowly transformed into a ripple that built to a faint orgasm. I’d been told that no one cums their first time, and as slight as mine was, I was still going to count it as an orgasm.

I’d be lying if I said that our first time got better. That he’d rocked my world with an earth-shattering, body-quaking climax. It didn’t. There were no fireworks or choir of angels singing. It was just him on top of me, pumping his dick into my cunt. I lay there feeling what I assumed was blood dribble down my ass crack while Marcus pumped his big cock in and out of me until he grunted that he was going to cum.

“Don’t. Not inside.” I don’t know why I said that. I’ve been on the pill for a while to regulate my cycle.

He rose to his knees and took his member in hand, showering me in thick, sticky goo.

“Go. Get cleaned up,” I told him when I saw the blood that covered his accouterments.  

I got off the bed, hoping that my robe had stopped the blood from getting on my bedsheets. Luckily, only a tiny spot had made through. My robe, on the other hand, looked like it had lost a knife fight. Well, not quite. It was more blood than I had expected, but then again, Marcus was bigger than I had expected too. As for my orgasm, that didn’t happen until later, when I was flicking my bean alone in my room.

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We weren’t alone together until weeks later, when we went to the amusement park on its last day of the season. My brother and his girlfriend went one direction, and Marcus and I went in the other. We got on a roller coaster, where one person sits in front of the other, and as soon as the coaster started its initial climb, Marcus made his move. One hand slipped into my blouse, and his other hand went down the front of my pants to play with my pussy.

I’d forgotten that they had cameras that recorded passengers during the first drop—damned if it didn’t capture Marcus’s hands in my shirt and pants. I bought two copies because memories are priceless. The ninety-second ride only whetted his appetite. Try as we might, we couldn’t find a secluded spot where I could suck him off. The damn place had more cameras than a fucking casino. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other, and we made out while waiting in line, which nearly got us kicked out. Who knew that dry humping in the queue was against the rules?

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Marcus wanted to fuck me again the next time we found ourselves alone in the house, but I was on my period and didn’t want to deal with the mess. Besides, I wanted another shot at sucking that Black Mamba that he had in his pants.

I sat on the floor and pulled my shirt over my head. I opened my mouth as I tied my hair into a ponytail, waiting for him to pull out his cock. I held his cock in my hands, stroking it while I sucked the head. He pumped his hips, trying to get me to allow more of his monster cock into my mouth, but I was afraid of gagging on the damned thing. His frustration grew until he swatted my hands away to take control.

Towering over me, he grabbed my head firmly and started skull fucking me. Drool poured out of my mouth, covering my heaving breasts, and tears filled my eyes as I tried not to retch as the head of his cock battered the back of my throat.

“Are you okay?” he asked, staring down at me.

Desperately wanting his approval, I nodded yes as he forced his cock deeper into my mouth. I relaxed my jaw to keep from clamping down on his shaft, but this allowed the tip of his cock to push past my uvula. He went so deep that I felt his short, and thick curlies tickle my nose.

My whole body heaved, trying to expel his penis from my throat. I forcefully pushed him away, gagging violently. I didn’t vomit, but my face was covered with spit, snot, and tears. I wiped my face and blew my nose on my shirt as I caught my breath. He asked again if I was alright, and, wanting to please him, I opened my mouth for him to continue.

I reminded myself to relax my jaw and throat as I took him into my mouth. The tip of his cock again pierced the veil and entered my throat. It was then that he grabbed a handful of hair as he started to fuck my throat in earnest. I swear my lights were going dim when he released the back of my head so I could take a breath. “I’ll drown if you cum when you’re that deep,” I gasped as I gulped air in. He assured me that he wouldn’t as he shoved his cock back into my mouth.

Pushing the limits of how long I could hold my breath, Marcus fucked my mouth for much longer this time. My body went weak, and my vision blurred. I swear I saw Jesus standing at the pearly gates. Marcus, sensing my peril, suddenly pulled out and shot streams of cum over my tits and face.

I collapsed into a heap as I gasped for air. Marcus dropped to his knees and cradled me, begging for me to please wake up while he kissed my cum covered face.

I was fine, but wanted to see him panic, so I held my breath. It was nice to see his panic. I could see him trying to explain this to my parents, or worse yet, the cops. “Well, I was fucking her throat and didn’t realize that she had suffocated to death.”

I gasped and took a deep breath. “Where. Where’d he go?”

“Who?”

“Jesus.”

It took him a couple of seconds to realize I was teasing. He bent down and kissed me, cum covered lips and all. I was so turned, lying there cum-covered in his strong arms, that I regretted not letting him cum in me during our first encounter.

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Thanksgiving was right around the corner, and I knew my Dad and brother would be hunting the Friday after, and Mom would spend the day shopping with her sisters. Marcus and I would have plenty of time to play in the bedroom, and I was already thinking about everything I wanted us to try.

Mom tried to talk us into spending the day shopping, and Dad kept saying Marcus should come with them, but we had our own plans. Marcus said he planned to catch up with his friends online and play video games. My family knew that I planned to lounge in bed all day in my comfy clothes or play video games with Marcus. Little did they know I planned to ride him like a stud.

Friday morning, I woke early enough to wish the guys good luck and see my mother off with my aunts. My mind wandered again to the things I wanted to try. I realized I hadn’t tagged sixty-nining as part of today’s to-do’s. What better way to start? He’d left me hoarse for days after our last encounter, but then I remembered something one of my girlfriends said about using Chloraseptic to numb the back of her throat. As soon as the coast was clear, I popped into my bathroom, grabbed the throat spray, and went in to him.

I tapped on Marcus's door, hoping that I’d catch some morning wood. I wasn’t disappointed. Marcus was waiting for me on the bed, naked. His rock-hard cock stood at the ready like a Minuteman missile. A sudden hunger came over me, usurping my desire to ride his magnificent man meat.

I straddled his head and lowered my muff to his eager mouth, waiting for the pleasures of his tongue. Marcus slid his tongue between my pussy lips, licking me from my clit to my taint while I serviced his throbbing cock. He’d left me hoarse for days after our last encounter, but I thought I’d try it again from this position. The throat spray and relaxing my jaw let the tip slide past my uvula easily. After a few passes, I was able to take the length of his shaft down my throat.

His flailing tongue and probing digits tantalized my twat, making me cum repeatedly while I throat-fucked our Exchange Stud. In this position, I could control how deep his cock went, and where he’d shoot his wad. I didn’t care if he came too quickly; I knew that he was young and virile enough to pump a few loads in me today. Besides, I’d heard that men can hold out longer after their first orgasm, and today we’d have the time to find out.

It took me a full ten minutes to realize he was holding back. He’d broken out in a sweat trying to keep himself from cumming too soon. Then it also dawned on me that I could have spent this time with his cock stuffed into a different tight orifice and was about to suggest it. His cock abruptly erupted, filling my mouth with spunk. I pulled his cock out to the tip to keep from drowning in sperm as he filled my mouth. I continued to stroke his shaft, coaxing as much as I could out of him.

To my delight, he didn’t go completely soft, which made it easier to suck the life back into his member. The trick my girlfriend mentioned about probing the prostate surely got his pecker’s attention. I mounted him once he was again fully erect. I held his steely shaft, guiding it into me as I straddled his hips. My snug little pussy had never felt so full.

I started to move my hips, riding this stallion’s cock. I slid it in as far as was comfortable, then clenched my pelvic floor as I rose to his tip. The Kegels Mom told me about were sure paying off. I was gripping Marcus’s cock so tightly that I could feel his pulse through the veins on his cock. The movement of my hips reminded me of the mechanical horse in front of the grocery store, moving in slow, rhythmic motion. Rocking and rolling while his cock pumped in and out of my cock. So sensuous and erotic.  

Marcus’s manhandled my breast with his strong hands. He twisted and tugged my nipples as if they were reins of a bridle. Though it heightened my arousal, the sharp twinge of pain shot through my nipples, making me slap his hands away. I lay flat on his chest, twerking on his cock. He slapped my ass while thrusting his hips upward, driving his cock into me, spurring me to go faster. Quickening the pace stampeded us toward climax.

“Oh, God, Marcus. I’m. I’m…”

“Me too. Come for me. Cum on my cock,” he groaned as he unleashed a colossal babymaker torrent of seed deep into my mommy hole.

My body trembled and shook as my climax cascaded through me with such force that I collapsed on top of him when it subsided. I lay atop my panting black beauty, feeling as if we’d just won the derby.

Marcus hugged me to his chest until he went soft and his cock fell from my vagina. He giggled when he felt his cum ooze out of me and down his balls, onto the sheets.

We made love more times than I can count through the rest of his time with my family, and as much as I wanted a mocha-colored reminder of his visit, I couldn’t do that to him. To us.