Date: Sat, 07 Jun 2003 08:56:39 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jan <janmay699@icqmail.com>
Subject: Exchange Student (Authoritarian f/F)

Warning:

This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of
explicit sexual acts between a teenager and a woman.  If this
type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do
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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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