Part 1
I don’t know if it’s good, I don’t know how good written in english it is, I don’t know how you’ll judge that. I hope it won’t hurt US people, which is not the purpose.
It’s the story of a not so lucky guy who does visit the Bundy fam.
And I hope it will make you smile a bit.
That year was the end of my college time in France, next year would be at the university and my english was so bad that I had been given a chance to improve it by an english vacation course in the U.S.A.
I realized and considered that I was damn lucky. U.S.A that was synonymous of ketchup, cow boys, hamburgers and sexy gurls !!!
I was prepared and ready to go at least two weeks prior to the chosen departure date. I had carefully selected and packed everything (including a pack of stawberry flavour condoms which I had been told were highly prized by the US cuties).
I knew the costing of those holidays was rather high, but the language school my parents had selected was supposed to be one of the best, they were renown to introduce all the details about you in a hi tech computer and the database would select the perfect family to match with the student.
So I made my departure for the USA, feeling confident and already decided to learn how to speak and behave as a perfect American within two months. Two months, that was what the computer had decided that should be the lenght of my stay to give me the greatest chance of success to learn English.
The family which had been selected for me seemed to be a rather promising one. The son and the daughter were about my age. They were living in a residential suburb of one of those huge American cities with their parents. Their hobbies included a lot of sport activities, and they had wide cultural interests. Their dad was a sales manager while their mother had decided to stay home to be given the best opportunities to express the upmost of her “motherly behaviour”.
Their huge mansion, the pool, the tennis court and the car collection ... that sounded very promising.
The best was probably the daughter, I had had an opportunity to look at the pictures of the family, and I had seen a pretty young blonde with a very sensitive and clever expression. I could read that in her eyes and I had already fallen in love for her.
I’ve had a very good time during my plane trip to the Us. But having arrived to the Chicago airport, when I started looking for those charming and nice people who had probably come to welcome me, I was a bit surprised to realize that nobody was there.
Maybe there had been some misunderstanding about my date of arrival, I finally decided to use a cab and was a bit surprised at the lenght of the trip and at the costing that it did induce.
But I know, America is like that, it’s a huge and great country, and so can be the fares for a cab ride.
I was also surprised at the look of the area I had been dropped into, I had expected something like Beverly hills, and the place looked just ... regular. Having decided the best thing was to clarify all this, I rang at the door of a little house.
Finally and after many attempts, the door slang open and a tall red haired woman was there standing in front of me. I immediately concluded that something was going wrong She was dressed in a pair of black pants and had a strange stripped top. I thought that I had been mistaken to a wrong adress, no this woman could not be Mrs Peg Bundy, honest housewife and dedicated mother.
But indeed she was, and quickly admitted that yes, she and her family were waiting for my arrival, but they just had forgotten that today was supposed to be the day of my arrival.
I was invited to enter the house, you can imagine how disappointed I was.
During the two months i spent with this family, I finished to discover that Al Bundy (the father) was a shoe salesman and had not much time to speak with me. He was a football addict and I suspect him to hate the french as much as he seems to hate his family and the BBWs.
Ma’am Bundy ...well, Peg, was also a very busy person. Having twenty nails to care about and a daily TV show to see, I quickly realized she had no time for cooking and cleaning.
Kelly, the family daughter was really gorgeous and always short dressed but her father used to keep an eye over her when I was at home. I tried to flirt a bit with her but quickly gave up after discovering that one of his father’s favourite hobbies was to assault her boyfriends with a baseball club.
Finally, my only friends in that family turned out to be the dog (he knew the way to go to the local McDo) and Bud, the son of the family. He was clever but I finished to consider him as slightly psychotic when he offered one night to join for a MMD (male-male-doll).
Most probably at this point, you can realize how my dreams had turned into a real nightmare, and there was nothing I could do, but avoid starvation by regular visits to the local McDo.
At least, I had had the opportunity to discover one of Ma’am Bundy’s friend : Marcy d’Arcy. She was a real cute mature housewife, and seemed to be a hot one. I think that I could have had some opportunity to better know her (and even more), but a few days after we met, Bud told me she had contracted a premium member status on a website called “NN”. I never discovered what it was, but that made her a very busy person too ...
Well at this point of the story you must certainly have realized how desesperate I was about having sex or some other erotic interlude with an American cutie.
Part 2 (the new one)
But one day, Ma’am Bundy came to see me with an ancient book dated 1917-1918, it had been brought back from France by his grand father who had been a soldier there. She had discovered it in the attic and had been turned on by some of it’s picturess. Everything was written in French and she wanted me to read and translate some part of it.
A part of those stories was damn stupid, just the regular kind of romance that would have been written in the past,.something like : “When a man loves a woman ... etc. etc” but the fact is that they really had little interest.
Some thus, were damn hot and a bright light appeared in Ma’am Bundy’s eyes when I started to read some novels about “the Green Parrot Bordello”. Well I was 18 at that time and had not much experience about group sex, blowjobs, interracial and other kind of stories.
I started thinking that all this was damn hot and interesting. It was a great opportunity to learn new stuff about sex. As I had a hard time trying to translate all that in English, I started to get really concentrated in my job, and as a result was unable to observe the changes which affected Peg in the meanwhile.
When my eyes left the page I was reading I realized that the honest Ma’am Bundy had started to carress herself. Oh she still had all her clothing but her hands were clearly playing with her breasts, her tongue was licking her lips and she was slowly moving her legs.
She somehow seemed to have forgotten that I was there, so I kept reading even if I was trying at the same time to observe the way she reacted to the story.
And actually, this was my doom, observing her whille attempting to make a translation was almost impossible, and I finished to loose the storyline.
As my voice started to hesitate she seemed to realize that I was there. Her eyes suddenly wide opened, she said “well this story is damn hot, isn’t it ?”
I had no time to react, she had rushed forward to join me on the seat, as she jumped on my knees, the armchair I was seated on, fellt backward in a strong crash.
“There are circumstances in life, circumstances, in which a man must realize that he is different, he is a loner, a rogue, a great white hunter like our ancestor, the mighty monkey. Follow your instints will help you to find your path through a football playground”, these were Al Bundy’ words, the words he had told me a few days before when we’d talked a few days before about the difeerence between males and females. That sure was a rather enigmatic sentence, but I sure knew that I could follow the advice of such a clever and experienced man even if I was not on a football playground.
My instinct told me that it would be dangerous to try to escape as peg started to unzip my pants, The stories I’d had to read before had started to make me horny. Then it was no difficulty for her to grab my hardened dick, with her hand, I tried to forget the thrill that had given me her long nails when she opened her wide mouth. With a hungry smile that should have frightened me to death, she started to give me a head. This was the time when I started to realize how Al had been right.
With his tongue, the tigress had started to behave like a kitten, thus I could feel she was damn hungry after the male, hungry for sex and kinky behaviour. We were in the middle of the living room and she was giving me some head like I had never been given before.
With a “Rooooaaar”, she opened the upper part of her dress and her bra, this gave me the vision of two perfect big breasts with large areolas, two rather suckable tits. With those rather offznsive weapons, she started a spanish massage, this was like fucking her already, this was great and I was almost ready to cum even if I’d never been too much attracted by amazonian behaviour.
My 6th sense kept telling me that i’d better surrender than try a hopeless resistance. This is why I did’nt even attempted to escape when stood up to remove her thong.
She was wet, she was hot, she had an experience I had not, and when she decided to have a ride on me, I discoverd how she was in need for sex. We did it twice before to be interrupted by Al’s return. We quickly managed to dress up and recover a decent look. It would have been a failure with evryone but Al. He started as usual with : “"A FAT WOMAN SLOSHED INTO THE SHOE STORE TODAY. SAID SHE WAS RETAINING WATER. I TOLD HER NOT TO WORRY THE DAM OF CELLULITE SHOULD KEEP US ALL SAFE THE NEXT FEW YEARS!!! NOW, I DON'T KNOW WHEN THEY STARTED LETTING WOMAN CARRY STUN GUNS..." he looked at Peg and then added : "PEG, YOU HAVE THE LOOK OF A WOMAN WHO JUST SWALLOWED A CANARY!” I thought he had understood everything but no, he just headed to the kitchen and with a pervert smile, Peg took the book which was opened there on the floor.
This story costed me all the money I had kept to go to some hooter”s club as I’ve had to pay for the dammage sustained by the armchair. Nonetheless, I and Peg managed to read some more part of the book during the time I still had to spend in the USA. Ans as you can realizeby reading this, if my english has not much improved, Peg has had some opportunities to learned me some very interesting things. And I thank her much for that.
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