Died and Gone to Heaven
A Blissful Story
By STEVESAINT
Used by permission of the author’s estate
© 2003 STEVESAINT
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Now with an ‘empty nest,’ the wife and I opened our home to foreign exchange students, mostly since our daughter was one herself a few years ago. We’ve taken in students from around the world—some for only a couple of weeks, some for a semester, and one for a whole school year. One of our latest student visitors was a Japanese high-school girl named Akina. She was a very cute, polite young lady, with excellent English and a bubbly personality to match.
One day I came home from work to find my stay-at-home wife’s car gone from the driveway. “Oh well, home to an empty house” I mumbled to myself as I went in. I was surprised when I heard splashing sounds coming from the backyard pool. Did my wife go somewhere and leave Akina at home? I dropped my briefcase on the kitchen table and loosened my necktie, then stepped outside through the patio door. The biggest surprise of all came when I saw Akina climbing from the pool completely naked! She didn’t seem to be bothered by the fact I was staring at her dripping-wet, sexy little teen body as she exited the pool.
Momentarily speechless, I eventually stammered “Don’t you have a bathing suit?”
She laughed and replied, “I don’t need one, do I, Mr. Smith?” After a short pause she said “I don’t wear a suit when I am home in Japan.”
She dried off slowly, seemingly in no hurry to cover herself in front of me. After she finished toweling off, she moved past me and walked to her room. What the hell was that all about?
A week went by with no other unusual behavior from Akina. Then one day, while my wife was out visiting her sick aunt, I came home early from work to hear Akina calling to me from her room. Since she had just gotten home from school, my first thought was she wanted help with some homework. To my surprise, she was on her bed, smiling while stripping off her school uniform.
She laughed and said, “I wanted you to look at me again.”
She kept undressing.
When I didn’t answer (how could I, with my jaw just about hitting the floor!) she said, “I saw your [saying a Japanese word I didn’t recognize] grow large when looking at me before. I want it to grow again. It looked so large.”
She’d seen the bulge in my pants after all.
She laughed again, but this time a bit more throatily than before. She patted the bed next to her, but when I didn’t move, she got off the bed, approached me and began to undo my pants. I was paralyzed with equal parts fear and lust as she slipped my pants and then underwear down to the floor.
“Oh yes, it is very large like I thought it would be.”
She sank to her knees and began to suck my cock. I didn’t let her go too far, and pulled her up to her feet again. I wasn’t sure why I wanted her to stop—my erection was immense (I thought: Like a teenager again!) However, she didn’t seem to interpret my stopping her as a “no.” Her mouth met mine in a longing, sensual kiss. I was powerless before her.
She began to fumble with the buttons of my shirt, slowly getting it off me. My tongue met hers as we continued to explore each other’s lips and mouths. I kicked off my shoes, and shook off my pants that were gathered around my ankles. She kept one hand at the back of my head while greedily sucking my tongue, with the other hand caressing my super-hard cock at her belly. We lay down on the bed. I gently spread her legs to study her young pussy. Her sparse pubic hair was black but surprisingly velvety smooth, not kinky. She was practically dripping, she was that wet.
She said something about “tasting” so I pivoted around and sunk my tongue into the void between her pussy lips. She took the time to slip off my socks, all the while purring like a kitten as I licked her pussy. I used the tip of my tongue to fondle her clitoris.
It took only a few strokes—her cries of “aye-aye-aye-AYE-AYE” echoed through the bedroom as she came, coating my tongue with a luscious dollop of girl-juice, which I drink up with great pleasure.
No stopping now.
My cock was about as hard as it’d ever been, sticking almost straight up in painful anticipation. I lifted Akina spread-legged off the bed, and with each leg draped over one of my arms, I lowered her onto my throbbing member. She looked drugged as I let gravity do its job, impaling her young body on my cock. Man, was she tight! Her pussy was like a vise squeezing my cock-shaft. I bounced her up and down on my cock, going faster with every bounce.
She began to cum once again, screaming, “eeeee-eeee-EEEEEEEE-AYE-AYE-AYE-AAAAAAAAAAAYE…”
I tossed her on the bed, gripped the shaft of my cock, and unloaded spurt after spurt of jism all over her body. She began feeling herself, rubbing herself all over; spreading my cum all over her belly and tits before moving her hand between her legs and starting to stroke her clit, keeping the orgasm going full throttle. I stood there watching her in amazement for a few moments, then lay next to her rubbing her pert girl-tits to help her remain at her sexual high. Knowing my wife would be home soon, I eventually coaxed Akina to the shower and helped her wash up.
Later at the dinner table, I could hardly look at Akina without feeling thrilled and guilty about what we did. For her part, Akina was as polite as usual, giving no obvious indications of our lovemaking this afternoon. I finished my dinner thinking of how I was going to fuck Akina every chance I got. The next day I drove to an adjacent town to discretely buy a box of condoms. They were ribbed. She would be pleased, I thought.
When I got home, I found two things waiting for me: a note from my wife saying she had to run a bunch of errands and would be home much later, and a naked Akina on my bed. I smiled, said hello, and showed her the condom box. She grinned and ran over to embrace me. We went into her bedroom and I got undressed while she sat on the edge of the bed and eagerly studied the condom box. She opened the box and removed one, but as she was about to tear open the foil packet she stopped and teasingly looked at me.
“Maybe before you put one on I can show you how much I love your large man-thing,” she tittered.
Her mouth felt exquisite. She sensuously wrapped her lips around my swollen shaft and sucked greedily. She was expertly taking all of me deep into her mouth as I moaned my appreciation.
I groaned, “Oh Akina...sweetheart...I’m getting close.”
She made a humming sound which vibrated her mouth slightly as she made an almost imperceptive nod. She took me as deeply as she could as she rolled her eyes upward to gaze into mine.
“Here it is...oh, God...I’m...” My orgasmic spasms were titanic as I unloaded down her throat. She did her best to swallow all of it, though quite a bit still oozed from her lips.
She let my sated cock slip from her mouth and formed a cum-dappled smile. “Mmmmm, you taste good. Did I do a good job?” She licked cum from her lips with her rolling tongue.
“Oh yes, Akina, that was amazing,” I said.
“Do you think you can get hard again...hard enough to make love to me?” She said while fondling my wilting and still dribbling member. I still dribbled but I was no longer wilting.
She coaxed my willing and evidently still hungry beast back to erection and followed my instructions as she unrolled the condom onto me.
I spent the next hour exploring Akina from every position I could think of. She loved the ribbing on the condom, climaxing several times from the friction. Having just ejaculated down her loving throat, I held on to this orgasm for as long as I could manage, giving Akina as much pleasure as I could before I came again. We finished doggie-style as I reveled in her tightness and the sight of her gloriously round buttocks quivering as I slapped into her.
She came one more amazing time, with a scream that began as a low moan and escalated to a deafening shriek: “Mmmmmm, ooooooooo, OOOOOOOOO, AAAA-YEEEEEEEEEEEE!”
Until it was time for her to go home to Japan, her tight pussy was mine. My wife never gave any indication she knew what was going on. Akina and I would plan for every time my wife was out of the house.
A week before Akina was to leave we were in her bed when she asked me. “You think I have a nice vagina?”
My achingly stiff cock should have answered that question, but I said “Yes, of course.”
Her slender fingers insinuated themselves around my erection. “Would you like to try someplace new...maybe someplace where I am a virgin?” She said with a huge smile. “You would not need a condom there.”
Oh my God, she was offering her ass to me! And what a gloriously tight ass it was, as she got onto her hands and knees and pointed her beautifully rounded cheeks toward me. I didn’t know where she got it but she produced a tube of lubricant from the nightstand and lasciviously spread a dollop in and around her puckered anal ring. She smiled and gazed at my cock which was stiff and vibrating like a tuning fork.
“What are you waiting for, silly?” She purred.
No lines, no waiting. I slid into her slowly. Though lubricated, her asshole was so tight I was afraid I’d hurt her. I guess no such fears were warranted as she forced her ass backwards and impaled herself on my shaft. Within seconds I was fucking her hard and fast, plunging deep into her rectum on each thrust.
We came together; her wailing in Japanese, me grunting and groaning in some language only known to animals. Satisfied, we spent a few moments in each other’s arms while cum slowly seeped from her anus. Oh well, more to clean up before my wife got home.
When Akina left, she told me she would always remember her time in America, and she would always remember me and our lovemaking.
(Several weeks later…)
We met Astrid at the airport baggage carousel. She was our latest exchange student. We had gotten a letter from Sweden introducing her to us. Included among the many pictures she sent was a few of her in a miniscule purple string bikini. I was insistent we selected her among the many kids that were offered, with surprisingly no objection from my wife. The coming semester would be indeed interesting, I imagined, looking at the special photo and pondering her motivation in including such a picture of her to a potential host family. I went out and bought a new box of condoms.
Thoughts of magnificent sex with Akina played through my memory as I got to know our newest ward. Astrid was as sexy as any teenaged girl should ever be allowed to be. Her flirtatious manner bode well for making my thoughts become reality. After a couple of weeks I figured it was time to take a stab at her.
One Sunday while my wife was working a church social, Astrid and I were sunning by the pool. She had on a different though no less revealing bikini than the one in the photo. Rather than hide my erection from her, I made certain she saw the tenting of my swim shorts.
“Mr. Smith, can any of your neighbors see into this area?”
“Please, Astrid, call me Peter.” I smiled and answered, “No, no one can see into the pool area unless they’re in an aircraft or they climb the fence, which I doubt anyone would do. Why do you ask?”
“I was wondering...” She blushed. “...if it would be acceptable for me to take off my top?” Her blush got a deeper red. “If it is okay with you, I mean.”
“Of course it’s okay with me. In fact, I was thinking of taking off my bathing suit to get an overall tan. Would that be alright with you?”
“I...I guess so.” She was still blushing.
She untied the string of her top at the same time I slipped off my shorts. Her tits were beautifully rounded B-cups with small areolas topped by stiff little nipples. The sight of her propelled my member to erection, and she was staring at it. As often as she would try to look away, her eyes were inexorably drawn back to my thick nine inches, growing stiffer by the second.
“If you would like, Astrid, you too can remove your suit bottoms to get an even tan.”
Her gaze once more fell to my cock, before she looked away and said, “Maybe later after I swim in the pool.” Oh boy, another sneaky glance.
“You know, that sounds like a good idea. You want to go in now?” Not waiting for an answer, I stood, walked to the pool’s edge and dove in.
I didn’t realize she’d also dived in until she brushed against me. That’s when I knew we would fuck. I had no doubt. My cock was so achingly hard—and hungry for her. I looked at her and she was still all flushed and smiling at me. I dove below the surface and swam toward her. She surprised me; she had removed her bikini bottoms. When I swam up next to her, I surfaced while palming one of her firm ass cheeks.
She blushed again as she breathlessly said, “You...have...a...big...penis, Mr....” She hesitated as I looked at her crossly. “Ah, Peter...” She corrected herself. “You are a very...handsome...strong...man, not like the boys in Sweden.”
Her hand found the shaft of my stiff cock. Still holding an ass cheek, I pulled her tight to me and our lips met. My dreams were coming true; her kiss was passionate and wanting. She made a cooing sound when my erection rubbed against her abdomen underwater. With Akina I had no doubt, but with this blushing young Swede I wasn’t so sure. I broke away from her lips and asked her.
“Are you a virgin?”
Astrid turned red again as she shook her head back and forth slowly.
I gazed into her eyes and asked the next question. “Do you want to make love?”
Her blue eyes were afire as this time she nodded. I could feel the heat radiating from her body even in the cool pool water. I kissed her again before saying, “You are so beautiful. Are you sure this is what you want?”
Her response was to cling to me closer while rubbing her perky breasts against me. Another long kiss ensued before I guided her toward the pool ladder. I helped her up the ladder and then scooped her pink-hot body into my arms and carried her into the house. I had a brief thought about how I’d have to clean up all the dripping water before my wife came home this evening. I didn’t want to fuck her in my bed, so I carried her into the master bedroom only to get a condom from my secret stash. While I carried her into her bedroom, I looked into her eyes. She appeared part apprehensive and partly in heat. I felt wetness that wasn’t pool water on the forearm that was under her thighs. When I set her down on her bed, she stared unblinking at my steely erection.
I lay next to her, and asked, “Are you sure, sweetheart? You still want to make love?”
Her answer was another quick nod before she pulled her head up and ravenously went for my cock. She seemed almost hypnotized by its size and texture. She touched it, stroked and caressed it, before her lips found it. She was a magnificent cock-sucker. She lovingly took as much of me as she could deep into her throat. While she administered to me, I fingered her wet pussy, fleetingly tweaking her clitoris in the process. Her mouth gently vibrated around my cock as she moaned her approval.
I was determined that regardless of how good she was sucking me I was going to have her pussy this time; cumming down her throat could wait for later. I slowly eased her lips from my cock and picked up the condom packet. She lay in a fetal position and silently watched me unroll the condom over my engorged shaft. A small moan escaped her young lips.
I coaxed her onto her knees. With her tight little ass in the air, I slowly entered her from behind. She continued to moan while I pumped into her. Her tight pussy was quickly going to draw my cum from me. I pumped harder and she moaned loader.
“Ohhhh, I’m gonna cum,” I groaned as I began to unload into the condom.
Ah...ah...ah...mmm...mmm...eeeee...eeeee...eeeee...EEEEEEEEEEEEE!” She wailed as she climaxed; her vagina contractions eliciting a few more ropes from my ejaculating cock.
In a post-coital embrace, we talked for a while about sex, about her experiences and about her expectations. She made some references to her disappointment with the selection of boys back home.
“They are very immature and so...how do you say it in America?...‘full of themselves’.”
She told me that she’d lost her virginity very young and loved sex ever since. She continued to complain about her teenaged lovers; most she said were too quick to finish and never thought of pleasuring her. To hear her talk, she was one sexually frustrated young lady. She really didn’t plan to seduce me until she realized the size of my equipment. Of course by that time, I was the one doing the seducing anyway. While we talked she slipped the saturated condom from me and was lazily stroking my wet, semi-flaccid member.
“Back in my village, I could not even believe I could have sex with an older man. Most of the men there are fat and disgusting, and if I found someone handsome he would be married and everyone would find out, and I would be disgraced.” She hesitated, and then looked into my eyes as she continued to play with my cock. “I’m so glad your wife is out for the day so we can get to know each other very well.” She smiled. My cock stiffened noticeably. Her smile widened accordingly.
“You know, Astrid, you’re very good at sucking cock. I’d really like that again.”
“Yes, Peter, I think you would, and thanks for the compliment.” She said, and went down on me again.
I couldn’t believe her oral expertise. She gave me the best blow-job of my life—a true deep throating. She knew I was about to cum, for she began making anticipatory “Mm” sounds.
“Oh God,” was all I said as I spewed rope after rope of cum into her throat.
She swallowed most of it, though some trickled from her beautiful, smiling lips.
I thought I could get it up again easily to do her more this afternoon, but my inner voice reminded me we had to clean up the evidence before the wife got home. She helped me, and we teased and bantered like two long-time lovers. What a fantastic girl!
(Several weeks later...)
Astrid and I fucked dozens of times before she had to go home to Sweden. Before she left she confided that I’d probably spoiled her and she wasn’t sure if she’d be as sexually satisfied once she was home.
Man, was I proud! I thought I’d died and gone to heaven!
I began looking over the biographies of potential students, paying close attention to the pictures. Would the arranging organizations—or my wife, for that matter— be suspicious if we kept asking for girls?
Ah, here was one for a girl from Nigeria. Mmmm, I wondered what black pussy tasted and felt like.