The Exchange Pt. 01: Hanne

I worked my middle finger up and down her damp slit, and located the bump of her clit, which I concentrated my efforts on, making Hanne sigh, before moving it down to locate the entrance to her pussy hole. But I was unable to get my finger inside, because of the tight jeans. There was nothing for it, those jeans were going to have to come off!

Then I felt Hanne's hand move up and touch my stomach. She sighed again as she ran her fingers over my hard abdominal muscles, before slipping them inside the top of my jeans, to touch the head of my cock, which by now, was slippery with my leaked fluid. I gasped as her soft fingers contacted the most sensitive part of the head and couldn't help but push up, to try and ease it right out of my jeans.

By now, Hanne was squirming her hips, pushing upward to increase the pressure of my finger on her swollen bud. The urgency was building between us; I knelt beside her and pushed my hands inside her jeans, one either side of the zip, then moved my fingertips round towards her hips. She understood my unspoken urging and lifted her bottom off the bed, allowing me to slide those damned jeans down around her thighs. I pulled on one leg and she kicked them off, finally freeing her legs from the denim prison.

Now she was laying there in just her cotton panties, with her top and bra quite dishevelled, and one ample breast in full view. I returned my hand inside her panties and could now slide my finger right down her wet crack and gently pressed it into the mouth of her pussy hole. She was lovely and moist, and a moment later, I was able to push my finger right inside her tight little cunt, before pulling it out, covered in her moisture, to rub up and down, over her clit.

Hanne was still running her fingers over and around the head of my cock, which was twitching and throbbing in response. The suddenly, her fingers were on the metal button of my jeans... with a final twist, it popped undone and she tugged on the zip to lower it. I exhaled with relief as I felt the release of the pressure of the tight jeans on my cock.

Hanne scooped her hand right down inside my briefs, freeing my cock and finally getting most of it out in the air. She then started gently stroking up and down the shaft, using my copious precum as a lubricant. The feeling of her soft skin on my engorged cock was utterly exquisite, as she made a fist to encircle me. Much more of that treatment would have me coming in her hand and it was as much as I could do, to resist the temptation to start fucking her hand in earnest.

I eased the front of her panties down to reveal her lovely pussy. She had a delicate covering of soft black pubic hair, which was sparse enough for her pussy slit to be delightfully visible. I leaned forward to plant a kiss on her mound, then flicked my tongue along her slit. Hanne gasped and bucked her hips as the tip of my tongue contacted her clit.

I wanted to feel more of my skin in contact with hers, so I quickly pulled my t-shirt over my head and tossed it to one side. I laid down beside her, luxuriating in the feeling of her body against my chest, one of her big, soft breasts pressed against me. We caressed and stroked each other for a few minutes, then I slid off the side of the bed, so I was kneeling on the floor beside her prone body.

I stroked my hands up and down her soft thighs, then gently pulled the damp gusset of her panties to one side, and Hanne parted her legs to reveal her pussy. Holding her panties to one side, I was able to start licking her properly. I ran my tongue up and down her lovely moist slit, locating her little bud with the tip of my tongue, then applied little flickering movements to it.

Hanne was sighing loudly as my tongue worked over her clit; her hand was repeatedly squeezing my cock; I was breathing deeply and was getting so worked up. I urgently needed to get her knickers right off, so started pulling them downward. A moment later, she lifted her hips a little, and they were soon down her legs and over her feet. Finally, I could get to her pussy without obstruction!

I gently pulled her round, so that her bottom was nearly at the edge of the bed. She allowed one foot to rest on the floor, opening her legs more for me. I pulled my jeans and underwear down a bit further, so that my cock and balls were completely free. My swollen prick was sticking out like the jib on their boat, so engorged with blood, it was aching.

I leaned forward with my face between her soft thighs and used my fingers to part her pussy lips. She had lovely small, dark inner lips which were shiny with moisture. I pressed my mouth against her and started working my tongue up and down her crevice, circling it around her clit, then delving it into her sweet cunt hole. She tasted lovely; my saliva mixed with her juice to make her really wet.

Oh, I so wanted to fuck her! It would have been so easy to just move up and ram my rigid cock straight into her wet pussy, but I had to resist that temptation - she could so easily end up pregnant!

I slid a finger into her lovely tight pussy hole. She was wet enough for it to slide in easily. She gasped out loud and stroked the back of my head with her other hand. I then pressed a second finger in, which was a much tighter fit, but within a few moments, I had them both fully inside her and was able to start a steady thrusting movement.

'Oh, frig mich, frig mich!' she urged. Her meaning translated clearly enough!

Her hand was fisting up and down on my cock, almost in time with my fingers pumping into her cunt; her movement was made silky by the sheer amount of precum which was dripping out of the end. The sensations were so good, it was almost like fucking a soft, wet pussy.

I could feel the spunk welling up and my balls tightening, ready to cum... I wasn't far off the point of no return. I continued thrusting my fingers in and out of her and Hanne was gyrating her hips as they went in deeper. I leaned forward and pressed my tongue hard against her clit and suddenly, she was climaxing. Her legs and pussy clamped my fingers; she arched her back, then threw her head back and cried out loud as her orgasm exploded through her. 'Ich komme!,' she cried out.

At the same time, she gave my cock a frantic jerking, which sent me completely over the edge. A moment later, the spunk raced up my cock and I was firing jet after jet of thick cream into the air. Oh, the relief! My pent-up load blasted out, emptying my balls. I groaned loudly as she squeezed and wanked my cock, milking the last drops out of me. I eased my fingers out of her lovely pussy and delved my tongue into her quivering cunt, drawing all her lovely fresh cum juice into my mouth, her body still shaking as her orgasm started to subside.

'Oh, lech mich,' she sighed, pressing the back of my head, forcing my face into her pussy.

'AH HEM!' My head was still spinning from the raptures of my own orgasm, but that sounded like someone clearing their throat!

I looked round and Hanne looked up, still struggling to focus after her explosive orgasm. We were both mortified to see, standing in the doorway, hands on her hips - Annika!

Frau Mayer.

Hanne's mother!

'Scheisse!' muttered Hanne, trying to scrabble something to cover herself.

Talk about busted. There was Hanne, legs akimbo, my face just above her pussy, my mouth covered with her cunt juices. Her top and bra were rucked up round her neck, her big breasts on full display. My jeans and briefs were halfway down my legs and my semi-hard cock was dripping spunk onto the carpet. Hanne's hand was still loosely cupping my balls.

'WHAT IS HAPPENING HERE?' Frau Mayer screeched at the top of her voice. Hanne opened her mouth to speak, but was interrupted by a torrent of German, which for all the world, sounded like a machine gun. I didn't understand a word, but I didn't have the balls to say 'Langsam, bitte!' (Slowly, please!) But I got the general gist - which was that she wasn't very amused.

The tirade from Frau Mayer only paused when Hanne replied 'Nein' (No) on a couple of occasions.

Hanne let go of my balls and tried to cover herself with the quilt, which didn't really work, as she was laying on it. I started to discretely pull my jeans up, to try and get my knob out of her mother's angry gaze.

'It's a little late for that, young man!' Frau Mayer spat sarcastically, switching to English for my benefit, and glaring at my penis, the cause of all the trouble.

Another blast of rapid German followed, but it did sound like her tone was softening a little. When her mother had finally finished, her now-tearful daughter quietly said, 'Entschuldigung, mama'. (Sorry, mummy.)

Frau Mayer then finally left the room and went downstairs.

Oh shit. That conversation had all the makings of the 'You wait till your father gets home!' type of stuff.

'What did she say to you?' I asked, not really wanting to hear the answer.

It took a while, using a pieced-together mixture of German and English, but the general gist was that she was shocked to see her 'innocent' daughter in that position; she shouldn't have led me on. Most importantly, she wanted to know if we'd had proper sex.

'It's good you did not fick mich,' she said, wistfully. 'Otherwise, she would be very angry!'

Hanne started pulling her clothes back on; I did my jeans up and put my t-shirt back on. Then I looked at the bed. Oh, fuck. There were huge wet patches all over the sheet and valance, where I'd shot my load all over it. The side of the bed was literally soaked. There were still a few dribbles of thick spunk, which still hadn't fully soaked in.

Hanne pointed at it and said, 'Mummy wasn't very pleased about that either. She told me to take the sheets down to wash.'

I couldn't let Hanne take the can for this all on her own. 'I will take the sheets down and I will speak to your mother. Have a shower and stay up here till I come back, please,' I said, quite firmly.

Between us, we stripped the sheets off the bed, and I rolled them up, doing my best to hide the wettest areas. I gave Hanne a hug and a kiss and said, 'It was lovely, though!' She smiled back but didn't look very happy.

I made my way downstairs with my heart in my boots and paused outside the kitchen door. It was still only early afternoon, so at least I had time to try and sort this before pigface got home.

I knocked on the door and Frau Mayer answered, 'Komm herein!', obviously thinking it was Hanne. She looked a little surprised to see it was me, carrying the armful of guilty evidence.

She was sitting at the kitchen table with a bottle of wine and a nearly empty glass in front of her.

I held out my hand to offer a handshake and said humbly, 'Entschuldigung, Frau Mayer.' (Sorry, Mrs Mayer.) She took my hand and held it. Then she sniffed. 'Oh, mein Gott, you still smell of my daughter's... sex!' I cringed with embarrassment and my insides turned to jelly.

Then she lifted my fingers to her nose and inhaled. I was taken aback when she added, 'She does smell nice, though.' I was tempted to add, 'She tastes nice, too,' but thought better of it. She let go of my hand and I gratefully pulled it back, wishing I'd had the bloody sense to wash my hands.

'Please sit down, Andy. And put those sheets over there,' she said, pointing to the washing machine.

Her expression softened a bit. 'I said you can call me Annika. I don't like 'Frau Mayer' - it makes me sound old. That hasn't changed.' She didn't sound angry anymore. Phew. I began to feel a little better.

'Listen Andy,' she started. 'I'm sorry I shouted at you both. I was just surprised to see you two... doing what you were doing. But I should not be surprised... she is eighteen years after all. And so are you.'

I tried to speak, but she held up her hand. I let her continue. 'I just came upstairs to see if you would like some lunch and there you were, licking my daughter... between her legs... and Hanne... holding your penis!'

'How long had you been standing there, Annika?' I asked, sensing a change in the tone and direction of the conversation.

'Long enough,' she replied, with a hint of a grin. 'I had no wish to interrupt you before... well... before you had finished.'

Suddenly, I was seeing Annika in a new light. She had had the consideration to allow us to conclude our frenzied sexual activity, rather than causing a ghastly and frustrating interruption. She poured herself another glass of wine. 'Would you like one, Andy?

'Yes please, that would be lovely, Annika, thank you,' I replied. A glass of cold white wine sounded very appealing at that moment. Annika got up, fetched another glass, and filled it for me. 'Prost,' she said, raising her glass.

Annika took a sizeable gulp of hers, then spoke again. 'You need to understand this. And this is not for repeating, OK?' I nodded in agreement. 'Maybe twenty years ago, I was in a similar situation. Klaus was my boyfriend, and we were very much in love. Although it might have been lust... I'm not sure which. Anyway, we were having lots of sex, whenever and wherever we could. Of course, I became pregnant. Our parents were all furious and we had to get married.'

Then, as if she could read my mind, she added, with a slightly faraway look, 'Your generation didn't invent sex, you know. In those days, Klaus was not overweight and bald; he was slim and handsome, with lots of muscles. Much like you...'

Annika placed her hand on my arm, feeling the strong sinews of my tanned forearm. It was as if memories were being stirred in her. I could also feel stirrings, but mine were more in the region of my balls.

She went on, 'Things could have been worse. Klaus proved to be a good businessman and now we have money. Lots and lots of it. So I must not complain.' She gulped down the remainder of her wine and was beginning to sound slightly tipsy. She looked round at the pile of sheets and eyed the sopping wet patches. I must have sprayed half a pint over them. If nothing else, it looked an impressive mess. Annika could be in no doubt that I was pretty bloody virile.

'You make a great amount of... seed,' she said, trying to find the right word.

I tried to lighten things a bit. 'In London, they call it Harry Monk.'

'Harry Monk? Who is Harry Monk?' she asked, puzzled.

I explained, 'It's cockney rhyming slang... 'Harry Monk means spunk!'

'Ah, I see!' she said laughing and clapping her hands. In German, spunk is said, sperma.'

We both laughed and Annika looked at the sheets again. I got the feeling that Annika might just like an equally big helping of English farmer-boy sperma.

'It's a very good thing you did not fick her, Andy! You didn't fick her, did you?'

'No, Annika, I didn't fick her.' Feeling bolder now, I added, 'I licked her pussy and pushed my fingers in her till she had an orgasm. That's all.' Pushing my luck a bit more, I seductively raised my fingers to my nose and inhaled Hanne's pussy scent.

'Ah, yes, orgasmus... '

Annika held her empty wine glass tightly. She had that faraway look in her eyes again, as if trying to remember the last time she had a really good climax. I wondered if she'd like to feel my fingers thrusting in and out of her cunt and my tongue on her clit.

'Now listen, Andy,' she said, waving her finger and suddenly serious, despite the effects of the wine. 'Understand this well. Hanne wants to become a doctor. She needs to go to university and study for many years. So she cannot become pregnant, have a baby and lose her dream.'

She got up from the table and bent down at the pile of soiled sheets. She rubbed a wet patch between her fingers and said, 'I think you would make many babies for her. So I have a plan. I know what it is like to be eighteen years old and feel very sexy. I will send our chauffeur to the store to buy some rubbers. Then maybe you will not make Hanne pregnant. I will make a phone call to Heinrich right away.'

I couldn't believe the way this had gone. Not only did it seem that the irate Annika had been placated, but she was also basically giving me permission to fuck her daughter, provided I used the condoms that she was about to procure! I couldn't believe the way this had turned round.

I finished my wine and got up from the table. I went over to Annika and put my hands on her shoulders. 'Thank you for being so understanding, Annika. I really like Hanne - she is beautiful and lovely and passionate and sexy. And I can see where she gets it from!' I said, looking into her eyes, before kissing her on the cheek. I then took the extreme liberty of drifting my fingers down over her breast, with a featherlight touch. She jolted and closed her eyes for an instant. And I didn't get the slap that I might have deserved.

With that, I turned and headed back upstairs to see Hanne. I could feel Annika staring at me as I left the kitchen. When I got to Hanne's room, she had showered and was smelling lovely. She had put fresh sheets on the bed as well.

'What did she say?' she asked, looking up at me anxiously. 'I did not hear her shouting.'

'She was OK,' I replied. 'She was just worried that we were having sex and that you might get pregnant.'

I didn't bother to mention about her mother sniffing my pussy-scented fingers. Or me stroking her tit.

Hanne looked relieved. I held her hand, pulled her close and smiled. 'Better still, she is sending Heinrich to buy some kondome!'

Now Hanne stared at me wide-eyed. 'You mean...?' She didn't finish; her words trailed off.

'Yes, Hanne, now you can say 'fick mich' and I can... and I would love to.' I gave her a lovely kiss and squeezed her breast.

With that, we went down to join Annika in the kitchen to have a late lunch. I had worked up a good appetite! Thankfully, the conversation was light-hearted. Annika had said her piece and the air had been cleared. She had even put the sheets on to wash. When we had finished eating, Annika handed me a paper bag with a small cardboard box inside. She winked and said, 'Have fun, you two!' I squeezed Annika's hand and said, 'Danke schön!'

I thanked her, and meant it on several levels: thank you for the condoms; thank you for being so understanding; thank you for letting me fuck your daughter.

When Hanne and I left the kitchen, Annika called out to her, 'Ich denke, Andy wird dich heute abend zu einer frau machen!'

She said it too quickly for me to understand, so I asked Hanne what she'd said. She thought for a moment, then translated: 'I think tonight Andy will make you a woman!'

I liked the sound of that. This 'Exchange' thing was starting to work out nicely.

Having satiated our initial lust, Hanne and I spent a pleasant afternoon swimming in the pool and having a few games of tennis. She was far better than me and won every game, despite my efforts to hit the ball into Belgium.

All three of us: myself, Annika, and Hanne, had to be careful at dinner that night, to not appear any different in our behaviour - which was very difficult, given what had happened earlier in the day. I was looking forward to Round 2 with Hanne and was beginning to feel quite horny again. I couldn't help looking across at Annika and wondered if she was feeling a bit envious of what she knew her daughter would be getting later tonight. I found myself wondering when the fat pig had last given her a really satisfying seeing-to. Annika struck me as the kind of rich woman who would look for excitement with her tennis coach, or golf instructor.

Herr Mayer finished his dinner, belched, and then went off into his study. The man was truly disgusting. I secretly hoped that one day, Annika would see the light and divorce him. I decided I wouldn't have the slightest remorse if, by some extreme chance, I would get lucky enough to fuck his lovely wife.

Hanne and Nina disappeared to the den to watch some TV soap in German; I stopped in the kitchen with Annika, to help her clear up. She packed all the plates into the dishwasher and started washing the pots in the sink. I was helping to wipe them dry when she spoke softly to me. 'You must not make too much noise tonight. Klaus sleeps very heavily and won't hear anything. But you must be mindful of Nina. I would not want her to tell her father what is going on. It would go badly for Hanne.'