The Foreign Exchange Students

...."These women want us! Both of us! Their desires are incredible!" Dmitri reminded his brother as the lanky pair of lean-muscled twins from Eastern Europe approached the Guidance Counselor's office. "I do not think I can resist!" As if to accentuate his point, his brother Grigori suddenly jumped from a sudden slap to his ass!

A juicy red-head with canteloupe tits bursting out of a barely-buttoned school uniform leered at him with all the salacious intent of an Amsterdam professional. No coy flirtation, no girlish giggling. This - and the other women in this school - they plainly lusted for the twins. It was a hard craving.

 "Wait brother; haven't you heard about the new venereal disease in this country? This Triple, exy thing, whatever its name was?"

    "Bah, it is a ridiculous urgan legend, Grigori. The stories are too incredible; transformations? No, no it is a joke they play on guillible tourists. Do not be taken in by the lie. The women of this country are just.... much, much sexier than...any of us guessed. But that is just their culture, Grigori."

   Grigori for his part, remembered to close his mouth at last, they would simply fill out the paperwork with the Guidance Counselor - no need to be late on their first day - and then he and his hard cock would discover the truth of the women in this country. 

The administrative office was in a central lobby at the middle of the first floor, with various enclosed offices branching off. There was no secretary present, and Principal Hellgrave's door was tightly locked. Must be an important meeting, Dmitri thought. Ahh - but the Guidance Office...

 "Come in boys; I've been expecting you!" Purred a voice far too indecent to possibly belong.  The desk was clear, but there was a circle of papers and pen-holders and other debris scattered around the floor, as if....the desk had been rapidly cleared for some pressing purpose. 

   The woman that greeted the twins was at that busty cusp between a woman's full glamour and her highest fertility. Her disheveled hair was a brunette cascade of cinnamon curls; with a perfect California beach-bunny tan. Yet the hungry gleam in her eyes was that of a Vegas hooker.

   "It's a... casual day; just relax boys...." Perhaps that was supposed to explain why she wore no pants except sleek, nylon stockings, and was topless except for a Man's Dress Tie draping between her jiggling double-D's.

   Remembering to breathe, Dmitri stammered out: "I eh....I thought the Guidance Counselor was a man?"