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 My Special Student Exchange Program



   I'm an 'old-fashioned' housewife in my fifties.  Never-the-less, I stay
in good shape.  I work out at home while my husband is at work.

   My husband, Ed, is ten years older than me, and doesn't get horny as
often as I do.  As you read my story below, you will understand why I've
stopped bugging him about sex the way I used to.

   It's not just because we're both 'older,' or that I've become a 'good
sport' about it.  We started lodging exchange students since our two
children left home, and they have become a welcome source of relief for my
personal urges.

   First, there was Ernesto from Spain.  He was just 18 when he came to us,
seemingly shy and quiet.  After he had been with us for a month, and had a
chance to get used to us - and us to him - he began to feel a lot more
natural, especially with me, since I was at home most of the time.  In the
evenings we'd sit and read in the living room; and, after Ed had gone up to
bed, leaving us alone, he would sit beside me and lay his head on my breast
while I read to myself.

   At first, I figured Ernesto was just a bit homesick, and missed his own
mother.  Once in a while, I noticed a somewhat large bulge in his pants,
though I never dared to look directly at it.

   Over time, he began to express himself to me further, caressing my arm
slowly while I read.  I would pretend this had no real effect on me, though
I found myself later masturbating a lot before bed, handkerchief in my
mouth to muffle my sobs of passion.

   Before long we began to 'playfully' wrestle on our deep shag carpet,
after Ed had gone to work.  The first time his hand 'accidentally' brushed
my breasts from around my back, an occurrance I'd been waiting for for a
week, I felt my crotch get wet immediately!  The suspense involved in
waiting for this boy/man to make his moves was both frustrating, and
exciting.

   After around a month of our 'wrestling matches,' Ernesto initiated a
wrestling session while I bent over his bed, changing the sheets.  He
waited until I finished the top sheet, and then grabbed my breasts from
behind, with a mix of timidity and Latin passion.

   I rolled over and he fell onto me, still maintaining the pretense of
wrestling, but I could feel his pants about to burst with what I perceived
was a thick cock, which was softly, deliciously pressing into my crotch.  I
could feel it getting harder, as I 'struggled' underneath him, moving my
hips so as to feel his hard-on on top of my mound.

   He hesitated to kiss me, even with me under him, his cock pressing into
me, and my breasts heaving against his chest.  Ernesto's shirt was open,
and his chest hairs tickled the skin above my breasts, in the center of my
chest.  He looked me in the eyes, as I smiled at him, and stammered, "Si?"

   I rotated my hips into his cock, to tell him "Yes" in yet another
language.  Ernesto's handsome face lowered to mine, and I stuck my tongue
out, licking his lips, before he sucked my tongue into his mouth.

   I could feel his tongue caressing mine, and his hands slowly travelling
up my shaking thighs, parting my housegown, and spreading my legs.  I'd
worn nothing under my gown for weeks, not just for the sheer excitement of
walking around naked underneath with Ernesto in the house; but also because
I'd been waiting for just this sort of thing to happen!

   I could see the surprise in his face when he found my already sopping
pussy hair with his hands, instead of sopping panties.  Ernesto began
caressing, then stroking my clit, which was already as hard as a pencil
eraser.  I came then and there, sucking his tongue into my mouth, and
humping his hand.

   It had been over a month since my husband's last sexual overture, and I
didn't care anymore, as I came again immediately from his fingers'
ministrations, never being able to say his name completely, and shouting,
"Erneh-- Ohhhh, Ern--- Oh, God, Ernest--ahhhhh.."

   Needless to say, with my gown completely off, my nipples were hard and
rubbing his chest hairs for relief, and I'd broken out in hot, slippery
sweat.  So had Ernesto.  I reached up, taking his shirt off, and pushed him
back up to his feet.  I started at the bottom of his shirt...  unbuttoning.
Then I moved to the top of his pants.  I continued down, undoing his belt
and buttons, before finally seeing the cock I'd been fantasizing about for
what seemed like ages.

   His boxer shorts were soaked with his pre-cum, and his thick, 8-incher
was ready to leap out of its prison.  I licked his cock through the
material, and felt it jump at my tongue's touch.  Ernesto's hands rested
lightly on the top of my head; I slid the shorts down, and sucked the boy's
beautiful cock into my mouth, staying with the head for a while, slowly
stroking my tongue around and especially under the head, sucking on-and-off
lightly.

   Ernesto moaned unintelligible things into the air, and kept himself
gallantly from doing so, but eventually submitted to my mouth's charms,
thrusting his thick cock deeper into my mouth.  I, stretched my lips around
it.  He was about 2 inches thick!

   My head swam as he began to fuck my mouth with passion.  I could tell he
was beginning to lose control, and grabbed his ass cheeks, letting him feel
my fingernails, while pulling his dick deeper into me.

   I ran one of my hands down the crack of his ass...  down to his swinging
balls, stroking the underskin lightly.  That was all he could take.  With
another uncomprehensible stream of exclamations, he came...  down my
throat. I sucked and milked him dry, but I didn't stop.  I wanted Ernesto
to get hard quick -- I had to feel that wonderful cock in my cunt!

   Ernesto and I were in a haze of passion, neither one of us ceasing our
moans and groans of lust.  I raised my head from his thick prick, feeling
the thickness stretch my mouth further as he got hard again.  That was a
lovely feeling, one I hadn't felt since before I was married.

   I slid up his body, now writhing on the bed, while I stroked his slick
cock, which was already exuding pre-cum again.  I hovered my cunt lips
above his huge cock head, rubbing against him.  That's when Ernesto grabbed
my hips with his beautiful, dark hands, and pulling me down onto his cock,
hard!

   I let out a scream, feeling my cervix expand with his incredible
thickness, and I began to cum like a woman possessed.  He was fucking up
into me, stretching my pussy, banging against my stiff clit.  I was loving
every inch of that boy/man, and he me.

   With a stream of Spanish, Ernesto erupted again...  up into my hot,
waiting snatch.  That sent me off into never-never land.  As I receded from
the sounds of reality into my orgasm, which was tearing my brain in two, I
heard myself coming, moaning and screaming, again attempting to say
Ernesto's name, but with no success.  That time, though, my shouts were cut
off by his hitting the far end my cunt, as he simultaneously pinched my
nipples hard in tandem.

   "Ohhh--- Erneeehh-- Ohhh..."

   While I was coming back to reality, I still felt his stiff dick shooting
into me with the rhythm of after-coming, decreasing in its intensity -
though it took several minutes!  I continued to move my pussy around on his
cock, milking his huge balls dry again, at least for then, until he passed
out.  I followed him soon after, his wonderful stick still stretching my
pussy, and pulsating inside me.

   After Ernesto had been with us for a year, he transferred to another
school, and left us.  I was sorry to see him go, as he had provided me with
the kind of loving I wasn't getting from my husband.  My husband either
wasn't paying attention or didn't care, or perhaps was relieved not to be
pressed for sex all the time anymore.  In any event, I re-applied for
another exchange student to stay with us, and before long, I got one.

   Emilio then came to stay with us.  He was also 18, though a bit taller
and, I found later, more mature.  Again, I relished the role of seductress
of a sweet boy-man, and for a month, made an effort to subtly let Emilio
know that I wanted him: wearing my robe (with nothing on underneath) around
the house, letting him see a flash of thigh once in a while, allowing him
to catch me 'just' coming out of the shower, giving him a kiss before his
departure for classes.

   Nothing happened until one night we were smoking and my husband was
upstairs.  Emilio reached over me to get the lighter, brushing my left
breast on the way over.  He hesitated on the way back, to run the lighter's
edge over my already erect nipple.  It was already showing as a bump.

   Although I had a smile on my face while saying it, I told him that he
shouldn't do that.  I was looking him directly in the eyes, but that didn't
stop him, as he put the lighter down, and caressed my breast through my
robe.  He then reached inside my robe, and rolled the nipple between his
fingers, and leaned over to kiss me.

   I sucked on his tongue, loving his hand on my breasts, as he alternated
between them with his hand.  Emilio opened my robe, and licked both my
nipples, which were craving that kind of attention.  He pressed them both
together so the nipples were close, and sucked them both into his mouth,
lashing them with his tongue.  My pussy melted, and I started to come,
faster than before, but probably because of the time between good sex!

   Coming out of my post-orgasmic haze, I heard the toilet flush upstairs,
and knew we had to compose ourselves quickly.  Needless to say, nothing
happened.  However, after that Emilio knew I wouldn't object, and he felt
me up every chance he got.

   Finally, one day it happened.  Emilio came home from classes early in
the afternoon, and I was upstairs on the bed, making love to myself with my
vibrator.  I had 'my buddy' inside my cunt, thinking of Emilio's hands, and
(although I hadn't seen it yet) his prick, when I heard the back door close
downstairs.  I knew it was Emilio when I heard him ask, "Is anyone at
home?"

   I slid my vibrator out of my dripping pussy, and slowly slid it up my
body, taking time with my stiff clit, waiting for Emilio to come upstairs.
I could feel the curve of my orgasm steepening, as I heard his footsteps
come up the stairs, and across toward his room, right past my door.

   I ground my hips up into the buzzing dick, and moaned loudly, but not
too loudly.  I heard the footsteps stop, and return slowly but softly down
the hall, to my door.  I looked and saw Emilio's feet under the door.

   "Come in, Emilio," I cooed...  and the door opened.  He was standing
there watching me, with an open mouth, and a beautiful lump in his pants.
He was getting harder by the second.  I could see the material change shape
as his cock grew.

   Emilio moved over to the bed, and stood beside it.  He was sweating, and
shaking a little.  I took his hand, and placed it on my right breast, while
I pushed the vibrator into my pussy again.  My back flexed, bringing
Emilio's hand into my chest, compressing my nipple.  I groaned, and took
his other hand, placing it on my sopping bush.

   I felt his finger explore my folds, and find my distended clit rather
quickly.  He rolled it between his fingers, with his other hand pinching
and rolling my nipple.  When he pushed the vibrator all the way up my cunt,
I started to buck, and come hard!  I convulsed under his hands, and looked
at his pants.  They showed a huge bulge.

   As I faded back again - he hadn't stopped his ministrations upon my
breast and pussy - I reached over, and undid his belt and pants.  It was a
little tough because they were new jeans, and also because Emilio's cock
had grown to a prohibitive size.  Finally I slid his jeans down.

   Inside his boxer shorts, targeted by a sizable wet spot, was what must
have been a 10-incher.  I stroked its shaft, and felt it jump.  I leaned
over and licked the entire length through his shorts, then said, "What the
hell," and pulled his shorts down.

   Emilio's cock was dark, thick, and long, and the tip glistened with
pre-cum.  I took him into my mouth, slithered my tongue around his 'other'
head, and sucked on it, while stroking his balls from underneath.  "Ohh,
Meesess Booth..." was all he said, before he pushed the length of it into
my receptive mouth, and down my throat.

   I made the effort to swallow every time he went deep.  Emilio's eyes
were way up in his head as he fucked my mouth.  I grabbed his ass from
behind and pulled him all the way in, really going to work on his beautiful
cock, as it stretched my lips in a way I've come to love, and felt his cock
spurt initially, then really let go, pumping his cream down my throat. 
Emilio shouted something in Spanish as he came, and I dug my nails into his
ass slightly, swallowing his cock whole, and drinking his sweet cum.

   I kept up my work, until he was hard again.  Even his post-cum was
sweet-tasting!  Emilio finally pushed my bobbing head away, and climbed up
onto the bed.  He positioned himself in front of me, and opened my legs. 
That cock of his stood up proud and stiff!  It had yet another drop of
pre-cum on it, which fell off onto my pussy.

   "Fuck me, Emilio.  Make me come with your big stick," I cooed. 
Obediently, he placed the head of his cock at my throbbing opening, before
pushing it in.

   I shouted softly when he did, feeling his lovely cock enter me.  There
was a 'pop' when he passed my lips, the giving way of my cunt walls to his
tool.  He hesitated, and then he pushed all the way up to my cervix.

   "Ohh!  Emilio, do it.."

   Emilio pumped me good, and my pussy was so tight for him!  I could feel
the throbbing of his cock, and, combined with his pumping me, and banging
against my clit, I began to come again, clawing his back, and banging back
against him, feeling him get bigger and bigger, pressing the walls of my
pussy with a delightful feeling.  I decided to squeeze him as hard as I
could while I went over the edge, grabbing his ass, shouting something I
didn't understand or care to.

   Still holding onto his cock with my pussy as I started to come back, I
rotated my hips as he fucked me really good.  Emilio groaned.  Then his
beautiful dick exploded inside me, as he looked at the ceiling, his dark
eyes closed.

   I knew I was going to have fun with him too!  I slowly ran my hands
through his thick chest hair, cooing, as his breathing slowed down, and he
half-moaned, and half-chuckled, as he pulled out of me.

   I reached forward and grabbed his still-throbbing cock, pulling him
again into my mouth.  I started to clean it off, lathering my tongue all
over it, and pulling him into my throat.  In a moment, Emilio groaned, and
shot another huge load into my mouth, as I held onto to him, and swallowed
all of it.

   My eyes were shining as I looked into his.  I surveyed his body, his
pubic hair, which was stiff and thick.  Emilio smiled a sweet smile back at
me, and ran his fingers through my hair.

   Afterward he had to go back for a 4 PM class, which was fine by me,
since I wanted to fantasize about Emilio before my husband returned home
for the day.  Needless to say, I was quite relaxed by dinnertime, and my
husband didn't even notice.

   Ah yes, I knew I was going to have fun with Emilio...  just as I had
with Ernesto.  Emilio and I played during many afternoons after that day.
Since Emilio left, we have had two more Exchange Students...  both of which
I have also enjoyed.

   Marge