Exchange Student Experience

Mickey is a 17-year-old exchange student in Sweden. He's surprised to learn his host family believes in free love. They ask him to join them on their next romp!

Part One

It was an exciting day in early December 1969 when I received a registered letter that confirmed I had been accepted as an exchange student in Sweden from February to June of 1970.

I, Mickey Flynn, was 16 years old (about to turn 17 in January), and I had never ventured too far from my home in Canada. Having a chance to study in Sweden would surely be an eye-opening experience for me. The best part was that I would be attending an English-language school and be staying with a family in Malmo who were fully bilingual. I suppose the second-best part was that the exchange-student program was partially sponsored by a wealthy Swedish-born Canadian whose educational foundation was fully covering my transportation costs both to get to Sweden and to return home when the time came.

Malmo was and still is the third-largest city in Sweden. Located in the southwestern part of the country, it had more than a quarter-million people living there in 1970. My host family had the surname Olson—which was about what I expected based on stereotypical Swedish names. However, I quickly found out that not all stereotypes are absolute truths. For example, I expected all Swedes to be tall blonds. In reality, I saw just as many whose hair closely resembled my dark hue and who were shorter than I was at 5’9”. Likewise, the Olsons were amazed that I was not a hockey player. After all, weren't all young, Canadian males hockey players? I laughed at that assumption. I told them while I followed hockey closely and loved to attend games, my skating was so bad that I quit trying to be a player not long after I began trying. I was much better at summer sports, such as baseball and tennis. Baseball was practically unknown to them.

The Olsons were a family of three. Marta was the mother. Sven was the father. They both appeared to be about 40 years old—although I was warned that the ages of people who hailed from northern Europe were often difficult to gauge accurately. They had a son named Jesper. He was just five months older than I was, so that was a bonus. We all got along splendidly. I adapted to their customs, food, and long periods of winter darkness. They seemed to like me, too. The school days, I discovered, were longer and more intense than I was used to in Canada. Every minute was occupied. Misbehavior and academic inertia were not tolerated. There were no acceptable excuses for failure. After a week or so, I grew fond of the strict regimen and wished the Canadian school system was more like it.

For entertainment, the family did take me to a couple of amateur hockey games, which were approximately the level of the Senior A league I often watched in Canada. I immediately noticed there wasn't much body checking in these games, but there was also a lot less nonsense, too. I liked the wider European ice surfaces. They promoted more passing and rewarded speed and creative play.

One evening, about three weeks into my stay, the Olsons told me they would reveal something surprising about themselves as soon as we finished our evening meal. I couldn’t begin to imagine what it might be. As soon as our ice cream dessert was finished, Jesper spoke up to reveal a secret side of the family.

"Mickey," he began, "our family belongs to a free-love group. Does that mean anything to you?"

I'd led a sheltered life in Canada, so it meant nothing at all to me, and I said so.

Jesper continued, "It means that we like to have open sexual relationships with other like-minded groups of people. For example, there is the Forsberg family. Remember them? We ran into them at the arena at the first hockey game we took you to see."

That encounter did ring a bell, but I only talked to them briefly during an intermission, so they hadn’t made much of an impression on me.

"Anyway," Jesper continued, "they are part of the free-love group, too. My parents and I often make arrangements with them to have visits for sex. It’s very basic: My father pairs up with Mrs. Forsberg, my mother does the same with Mr. Forsberg, and I have sex with their teenage daughter. There is no long-term commitment involved. It just results in a pleasurable night of screwing. All in all, I can attest it's quite a lovely arrangement."

Frankly, I was startled by this information about my hosts. Not only was I unaware that free-love existed anywhere, but I was doubly stunned that the Olsons would be involved in such a thing. They came across to me as very conservative people who lived ordinary lives.

Jesper expanded my knowledge from his experience. He said his parents and he had been involved with this free-love group for three years. His parents had gotten bored with monogamous sex, so they jointly agreed to try switching partners sporadically just for the sake of variety. They inquired with a few people who led them to a group that had several married couples who enjoyed swapping partners occasionally. Some involved their entire families. "I was urged to join in almost immediately by my parents," Jasper confessed. “I absolutely love it. As you can imagine, Mickey, it's great fun, especially if you are a young, healthy male with at least a normal sex drive."

Of course, I could easily see how a teenage boy would find such an arrangement to be appealing!

"Mickey, there's a reason why we're telling you this," Jesper continued. "Tonight, our family has a meeting arranged with another family, the Dahlins, at their home in about two hours from now. They live here in Malmo, too. It's been on our schedule for a long time. We've had one sexual romp with them before, so I know them. They have two daughters who are quite fetching. One just turned 14 a week ago. She's especially cute. Therefore, if this naughty hobby of ours interests you, we've been told there's a pretty Swedish girl who would love to fuck a Canadian boy tonight just for the fun of it. If this is not your cup of tea, that's fine, too. There's no pressure on you to come with us. We'll just say you're not interested and go by ourselves. Are you interested, Mickey?"

I honestly couldn't wait to say yes to this terrific sexual opportunity, but I prefaced my response by calmly saying, “Two things: First, as an exchange student, I'm supposed to experience the culture of my hosts. I think this free-love business applies! Second, if I decline, that pretty girl won’t have anyone to screw tonight. I wouldn’t want that on my conscience. Therefore, being the adventurous and altruistic type, I am very interested in attending this get-together! Yes, Jesper, please count me in!"

Part Two

As we made the 20-minute drive to the Dahlins’ home, Jesper used the time to continue to fill me in on what to expect once the carnal fun began. Although it wasn’t an absolute rule among the free-love group, the four of us would be enjoying sex in the full view of everyone else. We wouldn’t be in four separate, private rooms. Our four individual carnal adventures would basically take on the appearance of an orgy because that was how the Dahlins preferred it. There would be mattresses on the floor and soft furniture to accommodate all four couples’ fucking.

When I gave Jesper a questioning look, he said, “Mickey, trust me on this. I’m guessing this might be very new to you, but it’s a huge turn-on for most people to have sex surrounded by others doing the same thing.” He also informed me that condoms were not worn as they “diminished the raw passions of the participants.” That sounded like a rehearsed phrase, but it was a nice way of describing the appeal of bareback sex.

To prevent pregnancies, the women all took birth control pills. However, ejaculating outside the female’s vagina was encouraged as an extra safety measure. I was all in favor of that. The handful of sexual experiences I’d had in my 17 years all resulted in my ejaculating on the girl—not in the girl. I was also told by Jesper that the Dahlins’ collective grasp of English was minimal, “but that shouldn’t prevent you from having a wonderful and intimate experience with cute Anna.” That was the first time I actually heard the name of the teenage cutie I’d soon be screwing in the presence of her parents. I was trying to envision her. I didn’t want to get my hopes too high in case she turned out to be a homely girl, but I was so horny that I didn’t really care too much about Anna’s appearance—good, bad, or otherwise.

When we arrived, we were warmly greeted at the door by Mr. and Mrs. Dahlin. Mr. Olson, in Swedish, introduced me as the “17-year-old exchange student from Canada who oddly doesn’t play hockey.” About three seconds after I entered the Dahlins’ home, I spotted an incredibly pretty girl who I assumed was Anna. (I actually prayed that it was because she was a real knockout.) Seconds later, it was confirmed. Anna stepped forward and cutely shook my hand. It was an inauspicious beginning to what would be a truly terrific evening for me.

Jesper had forgotten to mention that it was customary to have drinks and a pleasant chat for about 15 minutes before the sexual frolics began. It was a little bit awkward having to use Jesper as my interpreter whenever anyone from the Dahlin family wanted to ask me something, but I got used to it. I also couldn’t help but notice how attractive Victoria was. She was the other teenage daughter in the Dahlin family; I estimated she was either 18 or 19. I was curious how she had gotten her very British first name. So I asked. It was the only question I asked all night. I was told the Dahlins were fans of the British monarchy, so they named their first girl after the current queen’s famous great-great grandmother

That seemed to wrap up the preliminary chitchat. We partnered up. Anna gently took my hand and led me to a large and very soft mattress located on the living room floor. I loved that she seemed very eager to begin—because I certainly was!

I took the time to just to gaze at Anna while she still had her clothing on. To me, she was a textbook Swedish girl—which was simply fabulous. She was average height and had long, straight blonde hair that dipped several inches below her shoulders. Anna also possessed a cute, button-type nose and a dazzling smile. She had the tits of a 14-year-old, which suited me just fine. Looking back to when I was 14, Anna would have been one of the prettiest and sexiest girls in my eighth-grade class—one of the top three for sure, perhaps even number one. She was that attractive! I was already fully aroused, and we hadn’t even begun anything yet!

The other three couples took their places. I noticed that Jesper and Victoria also had a mattress while the older twosomes were either sharing a couch or a large armchair for their coitus. After seeing everyone in his or her place, I ceased to even notice them after that. I was fully fixated on beautiful Anna Dahlin. I decided to embrace her to get things started. She must have approved because she gave me an even stronger hug in return. We were still engaged in romantic hugging when I sensed one of Anna’s hands was wandering toward my crotch. Although it was still in my trousers, Anna gave my penis a sensuous squeeze. “Big cock, I hope!” she told me in her best English.

“You tell me!” I said, as I stood up, unbuckled my belt, undid my trousers, and tossed everything aside including my briefs. I had a strong erection. My dick was pointing toward the stucco ceiling in the Dahlins’ living room.

“Ooh! Nice big, strong dick! I like it!” Anna said with clear excitement in her voice as I peeled off my shirt and socks, so I was completely in the buff. Anna caught up with me quickly, she had been wearing a bright red top, which she removed to show me an unusual type of brassiere. Instead of having individua cups, it seemed to support her breasts as a pair. I’d never seen such an undergarment before on any girl—but my experience in that department was not exactly overwhelming. Regardless, I didn’t have time to study it for long. Anna removed it in a hurry, too. Her firm tits with large areolas were perfect for her.

“You have lovely breasts!” I told her. She seemed to understand that English sentence. Anna blushed for a moment at my praise. I was liking this girl more and more with each passing minute!

Anna had been wearing a black, pleated skirt. She discarded it quickly, leaving her in a pair of faded pink panties. I couldn’t resist, so I sexily removed them from her behind before she had the chance to do it herself. Her pussy only had a small amount of fine hair on it. It was a glorious sight!

I grabbed Anna by the waist, placed her in the center of the mattress, and proceeded to perform cunnilingus on her. Perhaps this was an uncommon sexual act in Sweden, but I could hear the rest of the room temporarily stop their activities to watch me lick Anna’s pretty pussy with great enthusiasm. Anna certainly approved of my actions. “I like it so much, Mickey! Please keep licking my pussy! It feels so wonderful!” Anna’s command of English was improving by the second.

“It must be a Canadian thing,” Mr. Olson theorized aloud in English.

“My girlfriends back home have always enjoyed it!” I said to everyone without revealing this was only the third time I’d ever munched on a girl’s snatch.

“In i min vagina!” Anna said to me in Swedish. I ignored her because I didn’t understand the first three words of her sentence. I certainly knew the fourth one. I thought she was making reference to my licking her most private bodily area. She wasn’t. I later learned from Jesper that she was requesting that I enter her vagina—presumably using my penis.

Next on my agenda was to have fun with Anna’s tits. They were fine, utterly beautiful, sexual objects! I wasted no time handling them and sucking on them. I quickly mounted her and gave her a titty-fuck. This may have also been a rarity in Swedish lovemaking as Mr. Olson interrupted his own fucking again to comment, “Canadian males certainly behave oddly in bed.”

Anna called the next shot, noting in her own language, “Lat mig slicka din penis!” Within two seconds I made the translation because she had my erect shaft in her mouth and was giving me an excellent blowjob. It was superb, regardless of her age.

“Yes,” I replied in English. “I like it very much when you suck on my dick, Anna. You are a real sweetheart!” it was remarkable I hadn’t come yet with this delightful stimulation of my manhood. Jesper had already shot his load onto Victoria’s tummy. He yelped and then let loose. He and Victoria turned their attention to me and Anna as they recuperated.

“Time for the fuck!” I told my blonde vixen. “I signaled for Anna to spread her legs. She did so without hesitation. I climbed abord her and shoved my rod inside her as quickly as I could. I began thrusting it in and out. Anna lied beneath me with a happy expression on her 14-year-old face. I took that as an unspoken compliment to my performance on the mattress so far.

“I love your tight pussy, Anna,” I told her even though I figured she couldn’t understand a word of it. Without my asking, Jesper gave her the translation—and her satisfied smile broadened.

I grabbed anna by her waist to give her a truly memorable screwing. She mumbled something in Swedish which had no effect on me or what I was doing to her. With my ejaculation impending, I pulled my dick out of her pretty pussy and squirted a large load of thick, white semen. It covered an area from her navel to her jiggling breasts. It was undoubtedly the best orgasm I’d ever experienced.

Anna, to my delight, didn’t let any of my jism go to waste. She scooped up the drops and strings of semen spread across her torso and placed them on her tongue. One swallow followed another. I helped her. I scooped up dollops of my sperm that she had missed and fed them to her. It was the sexiest thing I had ever done in my life. Anna finished her “snack” by licking the shaft of my penis to taste even the small traces of cum that were still there. What a girl this Swedish doll was!

I wasn’t sure when the night of fucking was officially over. Did it end with an ejaculation? I certainly hoped not because I wanted to continue screwing my sexy Swedish gal indefinitely. Within a remarkably short time, my penis was passably erect again, so I rammed it back into Anna’s pussy without much warning.

“Vill du ejakulera tva ganger?” Anna asked me. I looked at Jesper for some clarity. He said Anna wanted to know if I was trying for two ejaculations.

I responded, “Tell her, of course I am, as long as my dick stays hard.” About ten minutes later, I did come a second time. I didn’t bother to pull out. I basically didn’t want to. I wanted to relish the fabulous sensation of coming in this teen beauty’s sexy pussy.

This time, it was Anna and I who were the spectators, watching the other three couples having fun fucks together. We cuddled together and watched the free show. Every ten seconds or so, I kissed her somewhere on her nude body. I was impressed by the size of Mr. Olson’s erection and how he skillfully used it to please Mrs. Dahlin—although I didn’t think it would be polite of me to comment on it. I also thought Mrs. Dahlin was quite a good-looking female for a woman who was probably closer to 50 than 40. I also understood why Jesper had come as quickly as he had. Victoria was a fabulous beauty, too. It was obviously an inherited trait among the Dahlin females.

Anna wanted more sex, but I knew I had emptied my balls with the second cum shot. There was no way I could get my dick up again that night, despite the obvious allurement Anna presented to me. I just embraced her. We didn’t intend to drop off, but we were both extremely tired from our sexual exploits. Anna and I fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Six hours later, I woke up on the mattress that bore my jism stains. Anna was asleep beside me, but everyone else was long gone. There was a note on the nearby table. It had been penned in English, so I assumed it was for me. It was. Jesper had written it. It said,

“Mickey, you and Anna looked so cute sleeping together on the mattress that none of us wanted to disturb you. Accordingly, my parents and I have gone home without you. Mr. Dahlin has kindly volunteered to drive you to our house once you wake up. You can go home right away or stay for most of the day as a guest of the Dahlins and continue to have sex with lovely Anna until you two collapse from sheer exhaustion. The choice is yours, my friend.”

The choice was patently obvious.