GRETCHEN_SWEDISH_EXCH_STUDENT_mf_1st_bi?
By Fatherodelli  (fatherodelli@yahoo.com)



**** Interspersed between her moans and screams were 
the cries of "KOOD, KOOD!" and "MAHKOOS, MAHKOOS!"  To 
this day, I can hear her in my head, yet can't 
duplicate her sexual sounds.  To put it mildly, I'm 
happily convinced she was ************************* 

But, I'm way ahead of myself!  First, let me set up 
this story so you can enjoy it even more:



When I was in high school, I was certainly not cool, 
nor one of the most popular guys.  Frankly, I was not 
particularly good-looking and not athletic.  On the 
other hand, I wasn't ugly either and I did have a few 
dates while I was a kid.  Probably like other guys of 
my genre, I always wondered why I couldn't be the guy 
that chicks noticed first and that they seemed to hang 
all over.  But, that was just not to be.  So, here I 
was beginning my senior year of high school with my 
virginity frustratingly intact.  I especially wished I 
was cooler the day the new foreign exchange student 
arrived.  

But first, I think it's important you understand a 
little about my high school.  I grew up in southern 
Wisconsin in the United States.  Ours was an 
agricultural community and nearly every student was 
white, Anglo-Saxon and Protestant.  Yes, we all pretty 
much looked alike, acted alike, dressed alike.  Few 
people had moved into or out of our community since we 
all started to school together in kindergarten.  So, 
except for noticing when a girl started to wear a bra, 
there was little change to talk about from day-to-day.  
You know the situation.  Usually, there just wasn't 
anything new.  Let's face it, life in southern 
Wisconsin in 1976 for a seventeen-year-old was, in a 
word, BORING!

This introduction to my senior year of high school 
wouldn't be complete without mentioning my best friend 
Kirt.  In so many ways, we were much alike.  Maybe 
that's why we became such good friends.  We could 
commiserate about our lack of action with the girls, 
our lack of coolness and our hope we would become less 
square in the future.

And, that's the way it was.  Until the day the foreign 
exchange student arrived!  There had been a few 
students from foreign lands before, like the boy from 
Peru that kicked field goals for the football team a 
few years ago.  Then, there was the girl from Mexico 
that was so plain and non-descript.  But, every boy 
from 14-18 years old immediately fell in love with the 
new girl from Sweden the day she was introduced to the 
student body.  Gretchen was her name and I distinctly 
remember the first day she came to school with Melody, 
a classmate of mine from her host family.  My first 
reaction was that my mouth became immediately dry!  I 
had never had that reaction to a girl before.  
Evidently, upon seeing a lovely vision like Gretchen, 
raging testosterone builds up in the saliva glands and 
blocks saliva secretion and, at the same time, perhaps 
a guy's nuts cry out for liquid to manufacture gallons 
of semen.  Therefore, all available moisture is sent 
from throughout his body to the scrotum on an 
emergency basis.

When Melody introduced her to the student body, 
Gretchen stood up, smiled and waved.  I had never 
given much thought to what a Scandinavian girl looked 
like before.  Gretchen was so unmistakably 
Scandinavian.  Her hair fell easily to her shoulders 
and looked to be the blondest hair I had ever seen. It 
was so fine and smooth, almost like a child's hair.   
She had a broad smile with the whitest teeth 
imaginable.  Her eyes were a crystal sky blue, and 
literally lit up the homeroom.  The most beautiful 
skin I had ever seen dramatically enhanced all of her 
beautiful, distinctive features.  As a matter of fact, 
I didn't know it was possible for anyone to have skin 
and a complexion like Gretchen.  She had a square jaw 
and a wide smile.  She was perfectly tanned on every 
part of her body that I saw that day.  Her face, her 
hands, her shoulders, her legs and her feet were all 
exactly the same warm color of tan.  Of course, in my 
habitually horny mind, I was wondering what the rest 
of her body looked like.

Speaking of her body, it was something to behold!  For 
one thing, her style of clothes on her beautiful body 
was something I had never seen before.  Obviously, she 
brought along her unique Swedish fashion and I loved 
it from day one.  For her debut in front of the 
student body, she was wearing a white sundress with 
tiny blue sailboats on it that came just above her 
knees, with very narrow shoulder straps.  She was the 
most perfect vision of loveliness I had ever seen.  
Little did I know that day how much Gretchen would 
affect my life over the next nine months.

One of the coolest parts of her fashion statement was 
that she often didn't wear a bra.  Yes, she was a 
Swede in every way and the more I researched the 
topic, the more I learned that the bra-less look was 
typical for a young Swedish female.  Depending on what 
top she chose to wear on a given day, you could often 
make out the outline of her nipples.  And, the shape 
of her breasts and nipples was so beautiful.  Even 
without a bra, her breasts seemed so firm and her 
nipples actually had a "turned-up" effect when viewed 
from the side.  I had never seen anything like her.  
She actually attained goddess status with me.  I know 
this sounds crazy, but she provided nearly 100% of my 
sexual excitement on a daily basis.  Best of all, she 
always seemed more carefree about her sexuality than 
girls from our community.  For example, she didn't 
seem to worry if her breasts were a little more 
visible than we were used to.  She was just plain 
sexy.  The guys loved her and I think the girls 
secretly hated her.

Over the next couple of months, literally every boy in 
my high school vied for the attention of Gretchen.  I 
was no exception.  As a matter of fact, I remember 
well how dorky we all acted in our mostly vain 
attempts to gain some ground with the hot girl from 
Sweden.  When I woke up every weekday morning, my 
first thought was to hurry to homeroom so I could 
arrive before Gretchen.  Then, I could see her walk in 
and began my fantasies for the day of what I would do 
if I had time alone with Gretchen.  My parents were 
pleased with my new interest in getting up in the 
morning and hurrying off to school.  They mistook my 
raging hormones for what appeared to them to be my new 
mature outlook on the worth of a good high school 
education.

Kirt and I knew it was only a matter of time before 
some guy in our town would claim her as his prize.  It 
was difficult to tell whom she might get romantically 
involved with because she was so nice to everyone.  
About all we ever got from her was her sweet smile. 
The lucky guy turned out to be Brent.  Brent was a 
senior like Kirt and me.  He had the reputation of 
always getting the girl he wanted and when he set his 
sights on Gretchen, we groaned in disappointment 
knowing she would soon be his girl.

They dated seriously through the next several months.  
Kirt and I reasoned that, even though she was 
seemingly connected at the hip to Brent, we could 
still fantasize all we wanted.  We logically concluded 
that the stark reality was that fantasizing about 
Gretchen was about as close as we would ever get to 
her physically.
  
But, that "stark reality" changed at a Christmas party 
that year.  One of my classmates hosted an informal 
Saturday night party.  His parents were out-of-town 
and he took the liberty of inviting a bunch of us over 
for beer and anything else that might develop.  It was 
one of those occasions where more and more people kept 
showing up at his doorstep as word circulated 
throughout my boring hometown about his party.  
Everyone was always looking for something cool to do 
and there weren't many choices in small-town Wisconsin 
on a Saturday night.

Kirt and I were overwhelmed to see SO many people in 
one house!  It was a pretty typical party scene 
rocking with beer, dancing and music.  But, it didn't 
take long for my eyes to fixate on one person.  There 
was Gretchen, looking as beautiful and sexy as ever.  

After a few hours passed, quite a few people started 
to leave.  I hadn't seen Gretchen around recently so I 
asked one of her girlfriends about her.  She told me 
that Gretchen had consumed far too much beer and had 
retired to an upstairs bedroom.  At about the same 
time, another classmate announced to the dozen or so 
people that were still in attendance that the party 
was moving to his house for "an hour or so" so 
everyone could see his new TV.  Someone remarked that 
perhaps the three of four people that had passed out 
should have some cold water thrown on them to wake 
them up so they could go along with us.  But, the 
consensus seemed to be that they would be okay until 
everyone returned and to allow them to stay passed 
out.

A crazy thought flashed across my mind as everyone was 
filing out.  I figured Gretchen was alone in an 
upstairs bedroom and I quickly made the decision that 
maybe if I stayed behind, I could seize the chance to 
be alone with her for a few minutes.  I had no clear 
idea what I was going to do with her in her apparent 
inebriated state.  But just the idea of being alone 
with this goddess for a few minutes after so many wet 
dreams about her overpowered my decision-making 
process.  So, I told everyone I would be along in a 
few minutes, excused myself and headed up the stairs, 
pretending to need the toilet.

I opened the door to the first room at the top of the 
stairs.  I expected to find her lying on a bed in a 
bedroom.  Instead, she was slumped down in a large 
recliner in what appeared to be a sewing room.
I closed the door behind me and stood in front of her.  
She was obviously passed out.  I spoke her name 
softly, then again considerably louder and she failed 
to respond.  Even in her drunken state, she was so 
incredibly beautiful and sexy.  That unique blonde 
hair was draped over part of her face.  Even as drunk 
as she was, I still thought she was a prize.  What a 
lucky moment for me!  Finally, I was alone with this 
stunning Swedish girl.

My mouth completely dried out this time, even more 
than the first day I met her.  She was wearing low-cut 
jeans and a body shirt and looking totally in vogue 
with the fashion trend of the day.  I picked up her 
hand and continued to talk with her.  She was like a 
rag doll, totally unresponsive and had no idea I was 
there.  Thinking this would be the closest I would 
ever get to paradise, I ran my fingers through her 
silky soft hair and across the smoothest face my 
inexperienced hands had ever touched.  She still 
didn't move.  I dropped to my knees so I could get 
even closer and smell this goddess.  Even through the 
beer smell, she smelled good.  No, she smelled BETTER 
than good, absolutely the best smell of "real teenage 
girl" I had ever smelled!

I think it was about that time that I decided there 
was no way I could hold back from exploring her body.  
I didn't know how far I would go with her or what it 
might take for me to stop.  I only knew that I had to 
touch her.  This was just too good to be true!

From my kneeling position, I gently and carefully 
placed my hands on her breasts and flicked her nipples 
with my thumbs.  Of course, there was no bra to get in 
the way of my advances.  Her beautiful tits 
involuntary hardened with the stimulation of my touch.  
GOD!  These tits were just as incredible to touch as I 
had always imagined.  Her breathing never changed, so 
I thought that was a good sign that I could continue 
my handiwork.  Next, I placed my fingertips on her 
pussy mound and began a rotating motion, eventually 
fondling her pussy lips with my fingers.  SHIT!  I was 
touching the pussy of Gretchen, the Swedish foreign 
exchange student!  The gods were smiling upon me.

Gaining confidence, I brazenly made a subconscious 
decision that I had to see her naked, had to have her 
sexually and wouldn't stop unless something drastic 
happened.  So, I unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans.  
Then, with a firm, steady pull, I started to pull them 
down past her hips, while lifting her with one arm 
around her underarms.  She was so limp that it made 
her a little bit heavy, even though she was so lithe.  
I couldn't believe it when her jeans finally slid down 
lower than her knees.  I quickly removed her shoes and 
socks and pulled her jeans past her feet.  Finally, 
she was naked except for her top.  

Her top was one of those body shirts that were so 
popular in the 70's.  The tail of the shirt was long 
and actually went down and through the crotch and 
buttoned with two buttons at the front of the crotch.  
Most girls wore panties with their body shirts. But 
wouldn't you know it?  Gretchen wore no panties!  So, 
when I unbuttoned her white body shirt, its elasticity 
immediately made it snap up nearly to her navel, 
exposing the most luscious pussy imaginable!

At that point, I think I lost any semblance of reason 
and any claim to a rational thought process.  My mind 
simply exploded as my cock simultaneously became rock 
hard.  Looking at that beautiful pussy, my jaw must 
have dropped to my chest.  Up to that point in my 
life, except for pictures in "forbidden" magazines, I 
had never really seen a pussy.  But, this one was 
different than all of the visions I had in my head.  
Her lips were parted slightly, probably because her 
left leg was draped over the arm of the chair.  I 
could smell her sex from about two feet away.  The 
most incredible thing [and what is burned on my mind 
decades later] was the color of her pubic hair.  It 
was as blonde as the hair on her head!  I had expected 
it to be considerably darker, like I had seen many 
times in the magazine photos.  WOW!  What a true Swede 
she was!  Equally as incredible was the texture of the 
hair.  It wasn't curly, coarse or kinky.  It was as 
silky soft and smooth as the hair on her head and it 
draped appealingly over those luscious pussy lips.

After examining Gretchen's holy of holies for a minute 
or so, I impulsively dove in!  I had no idea what to 
do, except for a few stories about eating pussy that I 
had read.  But, who needs instructions at a point like 
this?  I forced my nose between her lips and my tongue 
in her hole and began fucking her with my tongue, my 
nose and my lips.  I grabbed the back of her legs and 
pushed her knees closer to her shoulders, exposing her 
cunt that much more and allowing me to almost get my 
face inside her.  If it had been possible, I would 
have slid my whole head inside her gorgeous cunt.  
This was the most natural high I had ever experienced!  
She remained totally limp as I continued to taste her 
cunt and massage those beautiful tits.

I knew at that point that I had to fuck her.  But, I 
also knew had to work quickly in case somebody decided 
to come back and check on me.  So, I pulled down my 
jeans and shorts, freeing my virgin cock.  I had a 
general idea what to do next, but I had never in my 
fantasies imagined I would get my first fuck from a 
lifeless Swedish doll!  Trying to reach a level 
directly across from her, I put both of her legs over 
my shoulders, which spread her legs rather nicely.  
Next came the fun part.  I grabbed my cock and eased 
it into those hot, blonde lips.  The rest is history!  
MY GOD!  The warmth, the tightness, the wetness, the 
smell!  Now, I totally lost any control.  My ears were 
ringing, my mouth was parched, my eyes were closed and 
my face was covered with Swedish pussy juice.  I was 
fucking like a stud in heat with reckless abandon, 
completely oblivious to anything going on around me.

About the only thing I remember that changed the mood 
was the soft murmur of Gretchen saying, "Mahkoos, 
Mahkoos, Mahkoos" in her Swedish way of saying my 
name, "Marcus."  Even when she placed her soft hand on 
the back of my neck and reached forward to kiss me, I 
continued to fuck and fuck and fuck.  Since she 
apparently knew what was going on, any normal person 
might have stopped at that point. But I was so lost in 
this world of sex with Gretchen that nothing could 
stop me now!  She was now at least a somewhat willing 
participant in her half passed-out, inebriated state.

The next thing I knew, she was smiling, reaching out 
her hand and whispering, "Kood, Kood, Kood".  I turned 
to the side while continuing to fuck her.  There was 
my friend Kirt, who had come back to check on me.  
"What the fuck are you doin', man?" was his shocked 
reaction.  I remember I didn't really answer him.  
There was a tense moment with Gretchen and I fucking 
hard and Kirt standing a few feet from me with this 
appalled look on his face.  But, the tense moment 
melted away when Gretchen took his hand while not 
missing a beat of meeting my thrusts.  In essence, she 
was inviting Kirt to be a participant, but I had no 
idea what would transpire.  I just wanted to cum!

Then, she started to slide out from under me.  I was 
on the verge of cuming and couldn't believe she was 
going to call this off at a most inopportune time.  I 
think I was nearly in a state of shock as she slipped 
away from me leaving my wet, pulsating cock continuing 
to spasm.  My momentary disappointment was short-
lived, however.  To my surprise [and to my 
satisfaction] she motioned for me to lie down on the 
floor.  I couldn't obey fast enough.  After all, her 
pussy was fully in control here.  With my flagpole 
sticking up and waving, she positioned herself over 
me, squatted and quickly impaled her hot, well-
lubricated little box firmly with my cock.  As we 
started our rhythm again, she motioned for Kirt to get 
behind her.  Then, she lay down on top of me and 
placed her warm lips on mine.  "Put it inside, Kood" 
she told him as she pointed to her ass.  I only 
vaguely heard what was going on because I was lost in 
my own fucking.  But, for just an instant, my eyes 
locked in with Kirt's.  He looked confused, yet 
extremely horny.  He undoubtedly was also counting his 
sexual blessings even though I'm sure he didn't know 
exactly what she wanted him to do.

He was smart enough to pull his cock out and get 
behind her beautiful little ass.  With a quick 
movement, she reached behind her, grabbed his hard 
cock and proceeded to direct it into her cunt on top 
of my cock.  Of course, her cunt was already pretty 
full.  For a minute, I actually started to get creeped 
out.  I know Kirt did, too, after we talked it over 
later.  But, again, she was in charge and we were just 
the "cocks in waiting."  

Eventually, Kirt's cock squeezed in beside me in that 
hot, little Swedish cunt.  She started to make the 
most wonderful sexual sounds.  Interspersed between 
her moans and screams were the cries of "KOOD, KOOD!" 
and "MAHKOOS, MAHKOOS!"  To this day, I can hear her 
in my head, yet can't duplicate her sexual sounds.  To 
put it mildly, I'm happily convinced she was really 
getting off on two cocks inside her.

It didn't take me long to get over my slight hesitancy 
about having another guy's cock sliding alongside 
mine.  It was now SO INCREDIBLY TIGHT in this little 
box.  Kirt and I were pretty clumsy at first, but we 
caught on in a hurry.  We soon found out, through 
trial and error, that if we didn't maintain the same 
rhythm going in at the same time and out at the same 
time, one of us would fall out.  It was actually an 
incredible feeling jointly fucking this girl.  In just 
a very short while, I came, flooding the insides of 
her blonde cunt with glob after glob of pent-up semen.  
Just as my orgasm was subsiding, I could tell Kirt was 
about to shoot his, too.  His dick felt bigger around 
as it slid in and out beside mine.  All of the sudden, 
Kirt stopped his motion, still fully extended into 
Gretchen.  In about ten seconds, the amount of cum 
doubled in her sweet pussy.

As we uncoupled and lay together for a few minutes, I 
looked down at her beautiful pussy.  Her soft, blonde 
pubic hair had been through quite an ordeal.  Now, it 
was wet and matted to her skin.  Kirt and I took turns 
kissing her as she smiled and smiled.  When we asked 
her about her sex life with Brent, she replied that 
she and Brent had never had sex.  She told us she was 
not supposed to be intimate with anyone as part of her 
exchange program rules.  I guess in her inebriated 
state, the rules simply took on less significance for 
one night.  At her request on that very special night, 
Kirt and I pledged to never tell what happened and, in 
return, she pledged to spend many more nights with 
Kirt and I.

The only thing that bothered Kirt and I was if this 
little arrangement somehow made us gay.  That was an 
important in 1976, small-town Wisconsin.  We finally 
agreed that we weren't actually having sex with each 
other.  We were simply satisfying the most beautiful 
girl in the world and it took a tandem effort to do 
it.  Also, every time we would see Brent, Kirt and I 
shared a third beer grin, knowing Brent wasn't getting 
any.  We were her lovers and were more than happy to 
be doing our international duty of keeping Gretchen 
well satisfied until graduation day. 


Please send me your comments and thoughts about this 
story or about any of my writings.  My email address 
is fatherodelli@yahoo.com      
  


  
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