Date: Tue, 6 Mar 2012 22:05:19 -0800 (PST)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Exchange Student (lesbian/adult youth, oral, anal, F/g)

Warning:

This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young
mother and a teenager.  If this type of content
offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not
read it.

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                 Exchange Student
                        By
                       Jan

	I thought I had the perfect life.  I grew up in
a loving family that did their best to give me
everything they could.  I was enrolled in dance
classes before I started school.  I was on the local
swim team by the time I started school.  My
grandparents took me on vacations with them to
different states to see national parks.  They even
took me to Disneyland and Disneyworld as a child.
By the time I entered high school I was selected to
be a cheerleader.  I dated the captain of the
football team.  He was a couple of years older than
me.

	He went away to college, and came home with a
civil engineering degree, and he was hired by the
State Water District.  It went without saying that
we got married as soon as I graduated from college
with a degree in fine arts.  We stretched our credit
to the limit buying the perfect home.  Within a year
I gave birth to our daughter; we named her Diane.
It looked like everything couldn't be any better.

	I occupied myself supporting our old high
school.  I helped my old teacher with the fine arts
classes.  I don't know what possessed me to
volunteer to allow a high school foreign exchange
student to live with us for the next academic school
year, but I did.

	My husband was very busy working hard to
advance his career, so he was rarely home for
anything more than a few hours sleep.  He had no
objections to me inviting an exchange student to
occupy our guest room for a school year.  He
thought the student would be good company for me.

	I started the paperwork to host a student.  It
did take awhile to be selected to host a student.
While I was waiting to find out who the student
would be, my world collapsed around me.

	My husband told me that he knocked up an 18-
year-old girl.  He was being forced to get a divorce
and marry her.  I was crushed and angry beyond
belief.  I filed for the divorce right away.  I was so
busy with the settlement details that I forgot all
about the exchange student.

	I was fortunate because the school hired me as
a teacher of beginning art classes.  I was going to
teach freshman and sophomore art classes.  My old
mentor was going to teach the junior and senior
advanced art classes.  The older teacher of the
advanced classes was becoming an administrator.  If
it had not been for the child support and divorce
settlement I could not have stayed in my home.  As
it was my parents did have to help some.

	Then I got the letter informing me that a
sixteen-year-old girl from the Netherlands would be
arriving in August before the next academic school
year.  There was additional information telling me
her name was Velma Peterman, and her address,
phone number, and E-mail address.  At least that
took my mind off of my anger.

	I contacted her by E-mail.  I got to chat with
her and her parents.  We exchanged photographs of
ourselves.  When she let me know what flight she
would arrive, I let my mother look after Diane while
I drove to the international airport to pick her up.  I
was very excited about meeting her, and wondered if
I would recognize her.  When the passengers started
filing out of the immigration checking station I
strained to identify her.  The people exiting started
slowly and became a flood, only to become a trickle
again.  I was almost about to panic, thinking I had
missed her, and then I saw the brunet pulling a
rolling carryon bag.

	As soon as she cleared the gate I ran to her
and hugged and kissed her.  We stood there for a
moment greeting each other.  I asked her for her
baggage check, and led to the carousel.  It took
forever for the luggage from her flight to come
spilling out of the conveyor belt.  I'm sure they had
been checking the luggage.  She had three bags, but
the last one took forever to come out.  We were
thinking that we were going to have to file a missing
luggage claim.

	It was a long drive home, so we stopped for
dinner on the way.  When we got home I stopped by
my parents to pick up Diane.  Velma was thrilled to
see my baby.  After introducing Velma to my
parents, we drove to my home.  Even though it was
getting dark, she was impressed with my home.

	As I mentioned before, it was our dream home.
It was a new four bedroom house with a spacious
living room and family room.  It was a large home
and the living room had a southern exposure.  The
family room was on the north side with large sliding
glass doors leading to the patio and back yard.  The
dining area and kitchen were open to the family
room.  There were four bathrooms, and a three car
attached garage.  The bedroom next to the master
bedroom was Diane's nursery.

	I helped Velma carry her luggage to the
bedroom farthest from the nursery.  I was hoping
the baby would not disturb Velma, and to give her as
much privacy as possible.  I showed her the attached
bathroom and kissed her good night.  I assured her
that she had plenty of time to unpack.  She could
sleep as late as she liked tomorrow.

	Considering the difference in time zones she
did not sleep all that much longer than normal.  I
had made an effort not do anything to disturb her.
I simply had dry cereal for breakfast, and breast
fed Diane until I heard water running in her
bathroom.  I started the coffee machine and
started cooking her breakfast.  I assumed that she
would like the smell of coffee.  I went all out and
poached her two eggs and made a lemon flavored
hollandaise sauce.  I split an English muffin and
toasted them.  The table was set by the time she
made her appearance.

	I was very impressed by the way she looked.
She was a very attractive girl.  Her English was
surprisingly good.  There were a few idioms of
speech she used that were characteristically British,
which made her speech all the more charming.  She
explained her command of our language from
watching Hollywood movies.  She loved the breakfast
I made for her, and insisted on helping me do the
dishes.  I assured her that wouldn't be necessary,
and put them in the dishwasher.

	I offered to help her unpack, not that I was
much help, because I was carrying Diane.  The one
thing I noticed was the lack of any bras in her
wardrobe.  I made a note to take her shopping to
buy her some items of clothing that would help her
fit in to our local school.  She was such an attractive
girl that she could have no problem fitting in.  The
boys would be all over her in no time.  When I told
her how much the boys would love her, she was
rather cool in her response, about her feeling about
boys.

	When Diane started fussing I knew she was
hungry.  I asked Velma if she minded if I fed her.
Velma assured me that European women were quite
comfortable about breast feeding infants in public.
So I pulled one of my tits out to feed Diane.

	As a teenager I had had perfectly shaped
breasts just like Velma's, but when I got pregnant
my areolas got much darker brown and doubled in
size.  I cupped my breasts in my hand with the nipple
between my first two fingers until Diane clamped
her mouth onto the nipple.  Velma stopped her
unpacking to watch the baby nursing.  Having the
teenage staring at me made ne conscious of my
naked breast.  I felt a strange tingling between my
legs.  I was confused by my sexual feelings.  I had
never thought about a female that way before.

	By the time Diane was finished nursing, she was
asleep.  I took her to the nursery and picked up a
baby bottle and my breast pump.  When I returned
to Velma's room, I sat on her bed and pulled the tit
out that Diane had been sucking on, so that I could
finish emptying the breast.  Velma was watching
every move.  When that breast was empty I left it
out, while extracting the other breast.  I attached
the pump, and started milking it.  When it was empty
I capped the bottle, and took the pump to the
kitchen, so that I rinse it and put the bottle in the
fridge.  Nothing more was said about breast feeding.

	I felt an obligation to show Velma all of the
sights within our state before school started.  There
were times I could leave Diane with my mother along
with some bottles of my breast milk.  I was never
far from my pump, because when they were full it
was painful and would make the front of my clothes
wet.  One evening while we were talking after a day
trip, I excused myself to pump my breasts.  Velma
asked if she could do it for me.  I pulled my tits out
and sat back while she attached the pump to one of
my nipples.

	I felt that sexual tingle between my legs again.

	Velma asked me if she could taste the milk.  I
assured her that it would be okay.  I assumed she
would drink from the baby bottle, but she took hold
of my other tit, and bent down to take my nipple into
her mouth.  I almost climaxed from the thrill of this
lovely girl sucking on my nipple.

	When I recovered from the shock of her
boldness, I simply stroked her lovely hair.  She was
so pleased with herself, looking up at my face while
she sucked my milk.  I became aware of the sexual
aroma being emitted from my crotch.  I wondered if
Velma smelled it too.

	I guess she did, because she slipped her hand
under my dress and sought out my wet panties.  I
knew I should stop her, but what the hell, it felt so
damned good!  She pulled the crotch of my panties
aside, and started rubbing my wet pubic hair.  When
she started stroking my clit, I gave up all resistance.
She sucked my tit until it was empty, and started to
hurt.  I had to push her head away.

	I had never had sex with a female before, but
this felt so good I was not about to interrupt her.
She actually finger fucked me until I had just about
the strongest climax of my life.  I was actually
crying, because it felt so good.

	Velma kissed my cheeks, thinking I was upset.
I assured her that I was not mad at her or anything.
It was tears of joy.  Velma slid to the floor and
spread my legs.  I knew what she was about to do,
and said, "Honey you shouldn't do that to me, it is
not right!"

	Velma ignored my protest and stretched my
panties aside, so that she could kiss and lick my
pussy.  She sucked my labia into her mouth and
pulled the skin back like an expert.  She was
definitely no virgin when it came to making love to a
woman.  When I achieved an orgasm my legs were
quivering uncontrollably.  I was physically spent when
I finally stopped having one little orgasm after
another.  She stood up and pulled me to my feet.

	She led me to my bedroom, and then she
undressed me completely.  She put me to bed, and
then proceeded to remove all of her clothes.  When
she lay next to me, I offered no resistance when she
started making love to me again.  She straddled my
thigh and started rubbing her pussy against my thigh
like she was fucking me.  She was obviously enjoying
the sensation she was inducing in her pussy.  She was
also feeling my breasts too.  At some point she
turned around, sitting on my face.  I saw that her
vulva was shaved clean and there was five stars
tattooed on her pussy.  The one closest to her vagina
was the smallest and each one got progressively
larger, they were the sharp lines of a fresh tattoo
and shaded towards the blank space in the middle of
the stars.  I could not resist licking her pussy,
because I wanted to taste her pussy too.  She set
about sucking my pussy again.  GAWD...what a night
that was!

	The next day we didn't bather getting dressed.
When Diane was not sucking on my tits, Velma was.
She taught me things I had never even dreamed of
doing.  I could not believe such a pretty girl would
enjoy licking someone's asshole.  She rutted at my
butt like she was trying to stick her head in my ass.
It took me several days before I was willing to lick
her asshole.  To my surprise I liked it.

	Slowly Velma assumed her place in my bed.  The
only time she slept in her room was when we had
company.  It was funny to watch Diane try and push
Velma's head away from the tit she was not sucking
on.

	Just as I had predicted she was accepted into
the social activities at school right away.  I used my
influence to get her onto the cheerleading squad.  I
taught her all of the cheers too.  As I predicted,
every boy that was confident in their sexuality tried
to date her.  I convinced her to date some of the
guys she could control, just to keep the gossip at
bay.

	She was a hit with all of the popular girls too.
I allowed her to find out what a pajama party was.
I suspected what the girls would be doing, and
waited for her to come home and tell me all about
her weekend with the girls.

	Just as I suspected they spent the weekend
drinking alcohol, smoking cigarettes, dancing with
each other, bragging about boys they had fucked,
and eventually getting around to tongue fucking each
other.  Velma came home with not only lurid stories;
she also brought home some horny girlfriends.

	With the changing seasons the sports change,
all too quickly spring came along with baseball.  I
hated to see the year end, because I would have to
say goodbye to Velma.  Diane was almost 2-years-old
by that time, and was becoming jealous of Velma.  I
knew I would have to cool my sexual activities
around her.

	At least there were the girls Velma had
brought home that kept my pussy from drying out
completely.



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