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Exchange Student
By
Jan
Irene's life had settled down to a dull routine of a woman in a loveless marriage. Her two children were grown and living too far away to visit anymore than a couple of times a year. She was an English girl that graduated from college and moved to the United States. She married and settled down to raise two children. After thirty years of living in the States Irene was very Americanized but still had a speech pattern that was strictly southeast England and a love for her tea. A day was not completed without a hot cupper of tea.
At a loss for what to do with her dull life a friend suggested hosting a foreign exchange student. Irene and her husband discussed it and figured it was a good idea. After all they had two extra bedrooms. One had been changed into a combination junk room / sewing room.
Like so many husbands, after he agreed to the idea of the exchange student he left Irene with all of the legwork. It would be up to her select a student and make the arrangements
It was growing close to the deadline for the students to arrive for the summer. By having them arrive this far in advance of the school year it would allow families and students to get acquainted with each other, solve language problems and do a little sightseeing. As it happened a girl had been set up to be housed with a local family who, for personal reasons, backed out at the last minute. When Irene saw the photograph of the eighteen-year old, she fell in love with her and immediately applied to be her sponsor and "exchange family".
The girl was from the Netherlands. Irene knew that even though the national language of the Netherlands is Dutch, the children grow up learning several languages. They would in the course of school be taught English and French. She set the wheels turning to have the girl stay with them.
It was Irene that drove to the airport to pick up the student when the airplane arrived. She had the picture to go by as the passengers filed off the plane. The de-boarding area was a mass of tearful loved ones greeting each other. Irene had prepared a poster board with the girl's name on it. When she saw the charming girl coming through the door she flashed her sign. The girl's apprehensive and searching eyes saw her name and her face light up with a warm smile.
Irene was caught up in the joy of the people around her. She gathered the girl into her arms and kissed her on the cheek. The girl turned her head and kissed her on the mouth as she returned the hug. Irene was taken aback but felt that is was the excitement of the moment. She introduced herself as her host and that her name was Irene. The girl answered in almost perfect English that her name was Greta. Irene hugged her again and told her that she missed talking to someone that spoke English like an Englishmen. Greta was puzzled, "Don't American's speak English?"
Irene said, "They do, but badly. You will learn that they have so much slang in their speech that it is hard to recognize it as English."
Greta's international flight landed in Chicago so she had gone through customs before boarding the commuter flight to Cincinnati. All they had to do is wait for her luggage to come off the conveyor before heading home.
They were both so excited that they were often talking at the same time as they put her luggage on a cart and headed for the parking lot. Irene helped Greta put the luggage in the trunk. As she opened the doors with her remote she had a chance to evaluate the full physical appearance of her houseguest. She was a chubby girl that dressed far to sexy for a schoolgirl. She had bleached her hair to a platinum white color and her makeup was a little too heavily applied.
It was so exciting to find out about the things the girl was interested in. She had been planning on showing her things she thought would be of interest to an eighteen-year old but on the ride home she knew that the girl had other interests. She had to start rethinking where to take her first.
When they got home the girl was overwhelmed with the size of the homes in the area and the amount of space between them. She was thrilled when she saw the bedroom that was going to be her home for the next year. Irene had kept her daughters furniture because it was appropriate for a youth. When she had graduated from college she lived in a furnished apartment until she married. Her taste had changed and her old bedroom furniture was not stylish and vogue enough for her anymore.
Greta saw all the drawers and said she had never had so much space. "I will never be able to fill up the closet let alone the drawers". Irene was thrilled to help her unpack. She was already thinking about what Ina would need to fit in with her classmates at school.
Like a lot of Europeans Greta had brought along sandals to be worn with white socks. Irene made a note to take her to the mall and introduce her to the advantages to plastic. Even though the time difference between the Netherlands and Cincinnati, Ohio was about eight hours, Greta was wired. Irene knew it was just a matter of time when the time difference would catch up with her and the poor child would crash.
When her husband got home they took Greta to dinner. The time lag caught up as they finished their meal and she fell asleep on the ride home. Irene let her sleep as long as she wanted that following morning and then the two of them went shopping. The sales girl helped her select shoes that were fashionable for a schoolgirl her age. It was a thrilling day filled with excitement and just plan fun.
As the days passed Irene felt renewed showing her guest everything she thought Greta would enjoy. The more time she spent with Greta the less time she saw of her husband.
About a week after she arrived they had spent a lot of time sight seeing and when they arrived home Greta rushed into bathroom. Irene got both of them glasses of Coke with ice. When Greta came into the family room and sat in a chair facing Irene she put her bare feet on the coffee table in front of her as she picked up her Coke. Greta said that her bladder had been so full she felt like she was going to pee all over the car seat before they got home.
When Irene looked at Greta she was positioned so that she was looking right up the girl's dress. It was apparent that Greta was not wearing underpants. The way Greta had her legs spread and her knees bent her dark brown pubic patch was plainly visible. When Greta was confident that Irene was looking at her nakedness she said, "Do you like what you see?"
Irene was so embarrassed that she had been caught starring at the girl's naked cunt. She offered a clumsy excuse and got up and moved to another chair that would not be in line with Greta's body.
As they talked Irene was interested in what Dutch girls were into. Some music was different of course. Greta had brought her MP-3 player. Irene wanted to find out if she had a boyfriend. Greta was not interested in talking about boys. When the subject got around to school Greta got animated. Talking about her favorite subjects and one teacher in particular. The way she carried on about this teacher Irene wondered if she had other, private, classes back in Amsterdam. It was obvious that Greta was infatuated with this teacher.
The conversation continued even as it drew late and they headed towards the bedrooms. Irene followed Greta into her room and the talked about nothing in particular as Greta changed into her nightgown.
Then the conversation became personal and Greta confided that she loved her teacher. Irene was naive enough to think that she was talking about an innocent attachment with the woman. Irene had never thought about other women as sexual object before. What Greta was confiding to Irene was foreign to her.
Greta started telling her about her relationship with her teacher back in Amsterdam. She told her that after school one day that she kissed her teacher. The teacher offered to help with a school project and Greta went home with her. They did the project and her teacher asked her to say for dinner. Greta said she didn't want to let the teacher out of her sight. She stood next to her while she fixed the meal. They ate on a little table just big enough for two. Greta said that she touched her teachers arm many times as they dined. When the dishes were in the sink the teacher led her into living room area. They sat down next to each other on her davenport. The teacher asked her if she had ever had sex with a girl before. Greta admitted that she had played the childish games with her girlfriends where they inspect each other's privates and losers of the games had to kiss the winner's pussy.
Her teacher said "but did you ever make love with any of them?" Greta was not sure what she was asking. The teacher made it very simple, "did you ever kiss a girl's pussy until she climaxed?" Greta admitted that they had never done anything like that.
The teacher put her arm around Greta's shoulders and felt her breast. Greta said it was so exciting. She went on to tell about them removing their clothes and performing oral sex on each other. Irene was fascinated with this girl's lurid description of her sexual relationship with an adult. Greta was happy to describe all the details. As Greta was talking she placed Greta's hand on her breast. Irene could feel the hard nipple pressed against the palm of her hand. Then Greta put her arm around Irene and kissed her on the mouth as she guided Irene's hand down her body. When Irene's hand was resting on her crotch, Greta took hold of the hem of her nightie and pulled it up so that Abby's fingers could stroke her pubic area.
Then Greta took the lead and undressed the surprised and aroused Irene. When she had her naked she lay her on the bed and covered her face and body with kisses. Irene was overwhelmed with the sexual feelings she had given up on ever having again. Her husband had sucked her cunt in the early years of their marriage but he had never stuck his tongue in her asshole before. Greta did that other things. She soon had Irene whimpering for more. After Irene was temporarily spent Greta placed her own chubby body on top of Abby and lowered her cunt to the older woman's open mouth.
Irene had never even thought about her performing cunnilingus before. To her surprise she found that she like it. The smell of the girl's cunt turned her on. The softness of the labia and warmness of the vaginal tunnel was intoxicating. By the time the night was over Irene was addicted to the sex introduced to her by this youngster from a foreign land.
As the months passed Greta dominated Irene even more. Greta had a thing for sexy underwear. She owned some when she arrived and wanted more. On one of the many nights the two of them were alone Greta put on a fashion show for Irene. She posed and danced teasingly in front of Irene. She would only let Irene have fleeting touches of the silken material. Irene had to grab hold of her in order to get the chance to pull the panties down and suck the girl's pussy.
Late in the school year Greta insisted that they go to Victoria Secrets. Greta boldly told the sales clerk that they wanted to look at crouch-less underpants. The sales woman was an older woman. She looked as old as Irene. At first the woman was cool in her response to the request however she did select a variety of delicate panties and handed them to the girl. Greta was shamelessly flirting with the woman and was clearly winning her over. Given a little more time and Greta might have had the woman on her knees with her head between the girl's thighs.
Irene was becoming jealous. She picked a couple of black panties and told Greta that they needed to get going. The sales clerk looked crushed as Greta made her selection and the two women left the store.
When they got home they had a fashion show and Greta insisted that Irene model her undies too. Irene protested that she was too old and fat to be doing things like that. Greta persisted and Irene finally relented and stripped off her usual panties and put on one of her new black crotch-less pair.
While she was showing them off Greta said, "This calls for Champaign". She opened a bottle and the two of them got a little tipsy. They were kissing and probing each other's pussy. They even took to inserting the neck of the bottle in each other's cunts and licking the neck afterwards.
Greta suddenly announced that she needed to pee-pee! She pulled Irene by the hand as she led her to the bathroom. She positioned Irene on the toilet and then sat on her lap facing her. Aiming her pee right at Irene's pussy, Greta was pissing on the crotch-less panties.
When she finished Irene said she also had to pee. Greta made her get up and they reversed positions so that Irene could piss on Greta's pussy. Then Greta insisted that they take turns licking each other dry. Irene found the smell of Greta's damp panties and the taste of urine to be very erotic.
Greta introduced Irene to using the computer to shopping online. They ordered lesbian erotic videos and leather panties designed to hold their new collection of dildos. Greta had a real desire to dominate Irene. She preferred to be the one using the dildos. Irene was always more than willing to let her fill the voids that had not been used in years.
A few months before Greta would have to go home, Irene got a notice that her husband was filling for divorce. Apparently he had a girlfriend for years. He wanted to marry her now. Irene was devastated, not because the bastard was leaving her but because she was losing the thirty years of security.
In those final months prior to Greta boarding the plane for home the two females fell into role-playing. Normally Greta played either the dominant mother or male roll. On occasion she would draw Irene to her breast and feed her a nipple like she was a child. She talked to her as a mother would. The mature woman would nurse on the nipple like a baby as Greta talked in a soothing voice saying, "Does baby Irene like mommy's tit?" "Suck on me darling. Suck on momma's tit". She stroked Irene's pussy with her fingers and then put them in her mouth to be sucked.
At times Greta would wear men's clothes to cover her largest strap-on cock. She would kiss and fondle Irene's body and then open her fly to expose her enormous prick. Irene would moan and scream as the young girl fucked her hungry hole and at times she would call out her husbands name as she climaxed. Then Greta would withdraw the rubber cock from her spent cunt or her rectum and make Irene suck it until it was free of her fluids.
When Greta finally left for home Irene contacted the foreign exchange student organization again. She practically begged them to let her host a student again. They have contacted her to let her know that next year she was going to host a nineteen-year old German girl named Heidi.
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