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Modern Exchange
by Fin Haddie
finhaddie@earthlight.net
I'm an 'old-fashioned' housewife in my fifties and stay in good shape
nevertheless, being able to work out at home while my husband's at work.
Ed is ten years older than I, and doesn't get horny as often as I do;
needless to say I've stopped bugging him about sex the way I used to, but
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've been 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 masturbating before bed a lot, 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 waiting for this boy/man to make his moves was at once
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, but not long,
cock, which was softly, deliciously pressing into my crotch. I could feel
his knot 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 into 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 to happen!
I could see the surprise in his face when he found my already sopping
pussy hair with his hands, instead of already 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, and I reached up, taking his shirt off, and pushed
him back up to his feet. At the bottom of his shirt unbuttoning, and at
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 the 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
this 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, stretching my lips around
it. He was around 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, and pulling his
dick deeper into me. With one of my hands, I ran down the crack of his
ass, and down to his swinging balls, stroking the underskin lightly. This
was all he could take, and with another uncomprehensible stream of
exclamations, came down my throat. I sucked and milked him dry, but 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. This 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, already
exuding pre-cum again; and hovered my cunt lips above the huge head,
rubbing against him, before Ernesto grabbed my hips with his beautiful,
dark hands, and pulling me down on his cock, hard! I let out a scream,
feeling my cervix expand with his incredible thickness, and began to cum
like a woman possessed, feeling him fucking up into me, stretching my
pussy, banging against my stiff clit. I was loving every inch of this
boy/man, and he me...
With a stream of Spanish, Ernesto erupted up into my hot, waiting
snatch. And this 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. This time, though, my shouts were cut
off by his hitting the end my my cunt, as he simultaneously pinched my
nipples hard in tandem...
"Ohhh--- Erneeehh-- Ohhh..."
While I was coming back, 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 delectibly move my pussy around his
cock, milking his huge balls dry again, at least for now, 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; and 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 subtlely 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, and hesitating on the way back, to run the
lighter's edge over my already erect nipple, now showing as a bump. I told
him that he shouldn't do that, 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 the nipples, which were craving this 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 towards his room, but 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, to see him standing
there with an open mouth, and a beautiful lump in his pants. He was
getting harder every second, and 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; when he rolled it
between his fingers, with his other hand pinching and rolling my nipple,
AND 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, which sported 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, but 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 warm and waiting 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 hot mouth, and down my throat.
I made the effort to swallow every time he went deep, and Emilio's
eyes were 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 soft,
yielding 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 the 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, and had yet another drop of
pre-cum, which fell off onto my pussy.
"Fuck me, Emilio. Make me come with your big stick," I cooed, and he
placed the head at my throbbing opening, before pushing it in.
I shouted softly when he did, feeling his lovely cock enter me, the
'pop' when he passed my lips, the giving way of my cunt walls to his tool.
He hesitated, and then pushed all the way up to my cervix.
"Ohh! Emilio, do it.."
He 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, as 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 so good. Emilio groaned, and his beautiful
dick exploded inside me, as he looked at the ceiling, his dark eyes closed.
I was going to have fun with him too! And 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
into my mouth, and I started to clean it off, lathering my tongue all over
it, and pulling his 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, my lips down to his
pubic hair, which was stiff and thick. Emilio smiled a sweet smile back at
me, and ran his fingers through my hair.
Afterwards he had to go back for a 4:00 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.
I found myself thinking about the forms I still had to fill out for
our next exchange student, a young lady in her late teens named Martina,
from Italy, and got wet in a second.
But that's another story.
Fin Haddie.
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Modern Exchange
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