We hadn’t even thought about having an exchange student live with us before we received the call from a friend who works in the administration office at a nearby college.

A couple who had -accepted a student on a four-year plan had had to renege because of the wife’s sudden medical problems. Our friend said she would hate to see the student have to return to Australia because of this unfortunate turn of events. She said we were the first people she thought of when trying to find an alternative home for Brett.

I talked it over with my husband, then called our friend to say we didn’t think we were up to it, but we would help financially if that would make a difference. She begged us to at least come in to meet the young man before making a final decision. Kermit and I met Brett and instantly changed our minds.

We filled out the paperwork and arranged for housing at the college till we were approved. Our friend hurried the application through, and just two weeks later Brett moved into the bedroom across the hall from my husband and me. We knew this was going to be an adjustment for us, since we’d never been able to have children of our own, but both of us were confident that at 36 we could adapt to having a young man around.

The biggest change for me would be to stop running around the house with little or no clothes on. Plus I’m not what you would call a perfect wife, in that I sometimes screw other men — with my husband’s approval, as long as I’m discreet about it. The three of us got along famously and quickly became friends. Right away I noticed that Brett kept a close eye on my outsize boobs and compact ass on my petite frame (five feet two, 106 pounds). I’m used to turning men’s heads, but this was an altogether different situation.

This boy was a student, and a guest in our house, not to mention under-age. I was careful to dress respectably around our young scholar from Down Under. Brett had been with us for about six weeks when Kermit and I were making love, as we usually do at bedtime, when Ker paused with his cock completely immersed in my warm depths and whispered, “You know Brett wants your ass, don’t you?”

Keeping my voice low, I said, “Ker, please. He’s a 17-year-old boy.”

“He is now,” Ker said, “but he’ll be 18 next month, and you can bet that his hormones are working overtime. Not to mention that he’s going to be with us for the better part of the next four years.”

As if I didn’t already know that Ker was turned on by the thought of me having sex with Brett, he whispered, “He’s really hung, honey. I saw him today in the shower after we played racquetball, and I tell you, it’s huge, even soft. And you know what a size queen you are.”

“Well, one of us is a size queen, honey,” I said. “I’m just not sure it’s me.”

As if to prove the point, from then on Kermit’s preoccupation with Brett’s big cock got the daylights fucked out of me morning and night. I can’t say I wasn’t attracted to Brett. He was ruggedly handsome along with a great physique — just the kind of guy that makes me melt, but I was proud of the way I kept telling myself he was off limits. Then Kermit started counting the days till our guest turned 18, no doubt thinking he could stir up my hormones. He harped on the subject till I admitted I was attracted to Brett. Then he made me to promise not to be hard on Brett if he made a pass at me after he reached legal age.

I said that with all the thoughts he’d put in my head, I bet I’d give it up in a heartbeat. “I know how you like to think about me fucking guys with big cocks.”

Brett’s birthday fell on a Saturday, and that weekend for some reason Ker scheduled a three-day golfing trip with friends. They flew out Thursday night and wouldn’t be home till late Sunday evening, leaving me home alone to help Brett celebrate. Friday was like any normal day. Brett went to his classes, and I went to the office, then came home to fix dinner, and after we ate, he helped me clean up. Then we watched a movie I picked up on the way home. Just before we went up to bed, I asked him what he’d like to do to celebrate the next day. He said he had saved up some money and would really like to take me out to dinner. I told him dinner sounded great, but it would be my treat, since it was his birthday after all.

Saturday I finished my shopping and the laundry by three, so I fixed myself a cocktail and offered Brett a beer I’d picked up for him. (In our state 18-year-olds can drink the stuff as long as an adult purchases it.) We sat at the kitchen table talking, as we often did, and kept it up till four while downing two drinks each. I said I’d better go clean up and dress for dinner and told him to dress nicely, since I was taking him to a real nice place for dinner.

I had just finished my period that morning, so I douched before soaking in a nice bubble bath, where I shaved my legs and armpits. I confess I gave occasional thought to all the things Ker had told me about Brett’s cock, and that started getting me worked up.

I thought, if my husband wanted so badly for me to screw Brett, it would serve him right if I did! It’s not as if I don’t know how to bait a man I’ve set my sights on: show him plenty of cleavage, with a short skirt to expose my legs and lacy stocking tops. I’ve never failed to entice a man when I put my mind to it, and I realized I’d decided that I wanted to screw Brett.

I toweled off enough to fluff my pubic hair so I could give it a little scissor trim, since it was just a little out of control. Then a quick shower to rinse away any soap and short hairs, and I was ready to do my hair and makeup. Then I chose my sexiest lingerie. It’s light blue, and the up-lift bra lets my nipples ride just above the cups so that they would be clearly defined in the dress I planned to wear. The garter belt is very brief, and the tiny panties have a peekaboo front that allows tufts of my bush to be exposed. Normally I never let anybody except Kermit see me in this lingerie. When he sees me in it, he gets hard in an instant. The dress I put on is a silky little blue number with a plunging neckline and a short full skirt. When I wear it, it never fails to draw attention from men, since my nipples and puffy areolae are just about to jump out of it. Add to that thigh-highs, white heels and a small clutch purse, and I was ready to find out if Australian young men have the same hormones as ours.

When I walked downstairs to where Brett was waiting, his eyes grew wide. He looked pretty sharp himself in his slacks and sports jacket. God, that kid was handsome! I told him I’d arranged for a car to come so we could relax. The car arrived a couple of minutes later, honking in the driveway. The driver held the door open, so I entered the car first, flashing both men a shot of my upper thighs, perhaps as high as my panties. I smoothed my skirt down, but there was still quite a bit of leg on display, and Brett certainly noticed. I pretended not to notice his eyes darting between my legs and my nipples, which were straining to poke through my dress. I knew my young man was interested when I saw him squirming, trying to adjust himself without letting me see him do it. We had a lovely meal — except that I skipped my usual wine, since Brett wouldn’t have been allowed to partake.

After dinner I asked what he’d like to do, and he asked if we could just go back to the house and listen to some music for a while. When we left it was dark out, but the interior lights in the car were turned up, so the boys got another free shot when I got in — being just a wee bit “careless,” I flashed them a quick crotch shot.

At home, I opened up a bottle of wine, and Brett picked a nice CD of mellow music that was playing in the background as I handed him a glass of wine and sat beside him on the sofa. I offered a toast, wishing him many more happy birthdays. We sat listening to the music, chatting and sipping our wine. When the wine was gone, Brett asked if I’d like more, but I declined. I said I felt like dancing, if he would dance with me. He stood up and offered me a hand. I led him to the dark dining room, and moved into his arms and pressed my body against his. I soon discovered that the floor wasn’t the only hard wood in the room. When he tried to step back to keep his erection from making contact with me, I moved closer.

I kept him on the floor for a second dance, and during that I really ground my body against his, till he said, “My God, Dolly, you’re killing me. I need to go to bed.”

I said, “I know you don’t want to go to bed. I’m guessing what you want to do is go masturbate.”

He said, “I’m so embarrassed, Dolly. Please don’t make it worse.”

I said, “I’m sorry, I don’t want to make it worse, sweetheart, or make you feel embarrassed at all. I want to take you to bed with me and make you feel better than you’ve ever felt in your life. Isn’t that something you might enjoy for your birthday?”

He said, “I don’t believe you just said that. You’re married. You and Kermit are my hosts.”

I said, “Yes, I’m married, but you know, I’ll bet even in Australia married people do that, even married people who care for each other a great deal. I’d never do any thing to hurt Kermit.” I pulled on his hand and said, “Come on, sweetheart, let’s go upstairs.”

He was still clearly troubled, yet he let me lead him to my bedroom. Once we were there, I asked him if he would like to undress me. He looked at me in disbelief. I could see that he was struggling with himself, and the worst part was, it made him look even sexier.

Suddenly he said, “Yes! Oh God, yes, Dolly, I’d love to undress you. But I feel so clumsy. Are you really sure about this? I know a lot of American girls have this idea that we Aussie guys are raging superstuds. The fact is, the only girls I’ve even seen naked have been in photographs.”

I said, “Relax, sweetheart. I love that you’re able to be so open with me, and that I have the privilege of being your first. And I’ve got a feeling you’re going to turn out to be one hell of a superstud, a credit to Australia. So yes, darling, I’m sure. Let’s just concentrate on making this the very best and most memorable experience of your life.”

And with that I kissed him, once again pressing my body to his. After a while he started kissing me back. And for a long time that’s what we did — kissed, while holding each other tight. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted a man more.

With difficulty I managed to break off the kiss. “Oh my darling,” I said, “I want you so badly.” Then I recovered my wits enough to say, “Look, just start by unzipping the back of my dress. Then brush it off my shoulders so it drops on the floor.”

It took him awhile to find the tab of the zipper, and this seemed to make him tense. “Just relax,” I whispered, “and enjoy the moment.”

Then I pressed my lips to his again for a lingering and tender kiss. Sure enough, he got the zipper down, and I moved back a little, allowing the dress to fall. Just then he groaned and glanced down, and I did too, and saw the left side of the crotch of his slacks turn dark as wetness spread.

“Oh God!” he whimpered.

I set my palm right on the wet spot and said softly, “Don’t be upset, darling. That was the most flattering experience I’ve had in years. Do you have any idea how it feels to get that kind of reaction from the most beautiful and sensitive man I’ve ever seen?”

I gave him another quick kiss and continued, “Now simply reach behind me with both hands and undo the hooks of my bra. Then you can feel and enjoy my naked breasts.”

Once he got his hands on my knockers, no further instructions were needed. He seemed to know exactly what nature meant him to do! First he worshiped my breasts till my nipples were so swollen that they ached. Then he dropped to his knees and released my garters. Okay, he destroyed both stockings in the process, but they’re easy enough to replace.

He tugged gently on my exposed pubic hair, but after finally ridding me of the garter belt, he put a hand on the waistband of my panties and, ever the gentleman, asked, “May I remove these?”

I said, “Please, Brett! Pull my panties down and look at my pussy. Aren’t you curious to see one in the flesh?”

I wish I could have captured the look on his beautiful face as he slipped my panties off and I lay back, exposing my swollen pussy lips. He licked his lips when the musky smell reached him. I thought for a moment he might go down on me. Instead, he shoved his shorts and slacks down to his knees and leapt on top of me. Somehow he managed to hit a bull’s-eye, ramming eight solid inches of thick cock in me balls-deep — and in the next moment ejaculated again. Seconds later he was totally flaccid.

I undressed him and tried to settle him into some yummy cuddling, but he kept getting hard again and trying to fuck me, and three more frustrating times got the same results, with the ejaculate trailing off to a trickle.

In its way it was a pretty impressive performance, blowing his nut four times in less than an hour. But I had to make Brett understand that it wasn’t just a hard cock I craved, it was him. Actually, that realization came as kind of a surprise to me too! I just cuddled up next to him, pressing my breasts and wet cunt against him while running my fingertips over his beautiful muscular chest, praising him for being such a stud and telling him how proud I felt to be the woman who won the prize of his virginity.

Then I said, “I’ll tell you a little secret if you promise not to tell anybody.”

He kissed me tenderly and said softly, “I promise.”

I grasped his soft but still wet cock and said, “You have a beautiful cock, my darling. It’s an inch or two longer and a lot thicker than my husband’s. But that’s not why I want you. And it’s not because you’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. Or at least not just because. I want you because of the way you make me feel when we’re naked together. And as long as you’re here, I’m going to want more of you. I plan to slip across the hall every night to have you fuck me.”

Before I could finish the last sentence this produced a new hard-on, and a moment later Brett rolled me over on my back. Without even thinking, I raised my legs and spread them, providing a welcome cradle for him. This time his aim wasn’t so good, and he drove his big cock under my buttocks. So I helped guide his missile to the target and he slid it in me slowly and steadily till it was buried in me. Then, to my boundless joy, he began thrusting slowly in and out of me without ejaculating!

I drew my knees back further to achieve an angle of penetration that provided stimulation to my clit. I had been lingering on the frustrating edge for so long that this time I was the quick comer! I reached an explosive orgasm after only about a minute and a half of fabulous fucking.

When I’m denied release for an extended time, all hell can break loose, and when I came, I soaked not just our loins but the bed beneath my ass. Meanwhile Brett continued fucking me, slow and deep.

I recovered quickly and met him thrust for thrust while whispering things like “Oh yes, this is good” and “I want it to last all night” and “Fuck me, you stud, fuck my hot cunt!”

By now he had gotten it together and fucked me till my legs began to ache. I suggested he let me get on top and ride him for a while, and he rolled off on his back, whereupon I squatted over him and lowered myself onto him, taking him in me completely. In this position his supercock touched places it hadn’t in our missionary fucks. I often take the superior position when I’m having a difficult time reaching orgasm, but I certainly wasn’t having any such difficulty with Brett. I was popping off frequently, till I became a babbling, out-of-control exploding cunt — while he showed no sign of getting off!

In such situations I always know I can contract my vaginal muscles and get any man off, no matter how much difficulty he’s been having. So I moved off to assume the position, then, looking over my shoulder, said to the bewildered young man: “Fuck me like a bitch dog. I love getting it like a bitch.”

He was in me a heartbeat later, and I began contracting my cunt as tight as I could, causing him to blow a gasket, pumping a nice load in my quivering cunt. His arms encircled my body, and he clutched my swollen breasts as he drained every drop of cream, then collapsed on his back.

I reached to turn off the bedside lamp and noticed that we had been fucking nonstop for two and a half hours! I grabbed a big pillow, and we shared it as we slept for several hours. It was still dark when Brett woke me as he slipped his cock in me in spoon position, then thrust slowly in and out, so gently that I fell asleep — and woke up at six, with his cock still inside me, slowly thrusting away!

I said, “Well, g’day, mate. Have you been screwing me all night?”

He said, “No, but it feels so good having my penis inside you that I couldn’t resist doing it again when I felt how slippery and hot you still were down there.”

I said, “‘Down there?’ Don’t you mean my cunt? I love having a man tell me I’ve got a hot wet cunt. For some reason that word just makes me horny. And you, my friend, have a fabulous cock — not a ‘penis,’ a cock, at least when you’re with me. Penises are for ladies, and in case you hadn’t noticed, I’m no lady.”

You can bet I was a very satisfied woman during the rest of the time Brett lived with us. Both he and Kermit got all the pussy they could handle. Especially since, after Ker returned, we decided to sit down with Brett and tell him about our open relationship, so there wouldn’t be any more sneaking around — and I was able to say things like “Come with me, honey, I need a little of your big cock.”

I even shared with him some of the adventures I’d had during my business travels, which seemed to make him even hornier, if possible.

It wasn’t easy to say good-bye to Brett, but Kermit and I had the satisfaction of knowing that we were sending him off a well-rounded as well as thoroughly educated young man. And my goodness, those Aussie girls were in for a treat!

— D.F., Kansas City, Kansas