Exchange student

Hello, I'm Anton. An exchange student, as you understood from the title. I'm 21, slender but quite athletic, a light brown-haired guy standing just 1.70m tall. My parents died about 4 years ago, it just so happened they died together, along with my younger brother, who was n years old at the time. Since then, I've lived alone, enrolled in the agronomy faculty, not because I liked it – my mother wanted it, she always liked working the land, and I didn't care, I just wanted to honor her memory. Lived in a dorm, worked part-time as a courier, didn't really have friends, girls were just minor flings. So there was no one to feel sorry for, nothing was holding me here, and I submitted my

application for the exchange program – here, the profession of agronomist isn't very prestigious, but in the USA, where they were planning to send 4 students to complete their studies, this profession is quite in demand. Frankly, I didn't particularly need to learn the secrets of American agronomy, but moving and settling there was a good option. I didn't really hope my application would be accepted, so I was surprised to learn that in a month I was leaving for the States.

And so a month passed, I'm standing at the airport exit looking at the "foyer" of the country where I'll live for the next two years. As I was explained, I won't be living in a dorm but with a family who agreed to host me for the entire study period, of course not for free – everything was paid for by the orphan-student support program.

Near the airport, I was met by Mr. Shaw – it's his family I'll be living with; the airport greeter introduced us and left with the three other students who were to be settled in the dormitory. After loading the luggage, Mr. Shaw and I got into the car. He addressed me:

– Anthony, you don't mind if we call you that, do you?

– No, I don't mind – I replied.

– Good, call me just Graham. We'll head home now and get to know each other better on the way. We live in the suburbs, me, my wife Lucy, and two daughters, the older one Denise and the younger one Alexis. We have a spare room, essentially it's the attic, but it's spacious and cozy, that's where you'll live, although if something doesn't suit you, we'll find something else. I'm the manager of a small travel agency, my wife works as a tour guide, the girls are studying. When we get there, I'll introduce you to everyone.

After introducing me to his daughters, Graham took me to get settled in the attic; it turned out to be a full-fledged room on the third floor with a beautifully sloping ceiling, so there could be no talk of dissatisfaction. After settling in, I asked Graham if he could help me, as I needed to report to the place of study upon arrival. He replied he'd drop me off since it's on his way to work; I was glad because that way, presumably, I could get to lectures every day without problems. Saying goodbye to the girls, who were happily receptive to the fact that I liked the room, we went about our business. In the car, Graham warned me not to make any special plans for the evening, as he wanted to introduce me to his wife and have a joint dinner; he also expressed hope that we would all become friends and have a good time these two years. Calling his wife, he found out she would be home earlier than him, explained the circumstances to her, and asked her to prepare dinner. Since we didn't know how long the formalities at my place of study would take, he explained to me how to get home if everything ended quickly, and we exchanged phone numbers in case he needed to pick me up.

– Hello, Mrs. Shaw

– Oh no, Anthony, just Lucy, please – she smiled welcomingly.

At this, I became very embarrassed and, blushing, whispered very quietly:

– As you wish – Denise's expression at that moment clearly showed pride and condescension simultaneously, like, look what a mother I have, you couldn't resist.

The dinner took place in an excellent atmosphere; Lucy, whom I still respectfully called Mrs. Shaw in my mind, simply radiated ease and infected everyone present with it. We talked a lot about me, my new friends told me about themselves, by the end of the evening we already knew each other quite well. Jokes sounded cheerful and everyone laughed, although the girls were a bit shy at first when their mother told funny stories about them; a very attractive blush appeared on Alexis's face, and Lucy immediately drew everyone's attention to it. To divert attention from herself, the girl in turn made her sister embarrassed; Denise would very coquettishly lower her eyelashes over her eyes when embarrassed, and this again caused general delight. But soon the girls stopped being shy, and the jokes were just funny; they even tried a few times to embarrass their mother, but they didn't succeed, which was a pity; it would have been fun to see Lucy embarrassed.

After dinner, everyone wished each other good night, and I went up to my room. Falling asleep, I thought I liked this family and especially the ladies in it. The attractiveness of these girls was off the charts; I didn't even know whose body I liked more, but I knew for sure that, all factors considered, Mrs. Shaw outdid her daughters in seductiveness.

In the morning, there was a knock on my door. Without waiting for an answer, Alexis entered the room and announced that I was expected for breakfast before everyone went their separate ways. Casually, the girl glanced at my crotch and, although I tried to hide it, she surely noticed my arousal, as I had interesting pictures with the sexy inhabitants of this house in my dreams all night. Smiling but pretending not to see anything, she turned and left. Going downstairs, I feared Alexis would try to put me in an awkward position, maybe even together with her sister, but she just smiled mysteriously. After breakfast, we all gathered to leave; Mrs. Shaw kissed her husband, pecked her daughters on the cheeks, and even me, catching me already at the exit, as I couldn't have imagined I'd receive this unexpected affection. The day went normally; I was accepted quite well, which allowed me to study normally; I even started to like agronomy. In the evening, the usual pastime of a student.

After some time, a measured life flowed. Breakfast in the morning and a peck from Lucy, then studies, after that home; I stopped feeling like a stranger, the girls and I often talked, less often with Lucy, sometimes we did things all together, occasionally going out somewhere as a whole "family." Soon I made friends, started going into the city alone, in general, becoming a normal person.

Several weeks passed. One day, returning home quite late from a walk, I noticed a dim light in the living room; this was strange because at that time everyone was usually already asleep or, if not, the light was bright. Entering the living room, I saw Lucy in her pajamas; she was sitting on the sofa thinking about something, her face was tear-stained. She only noticed me when I called her. Raising her eyes, she said:

– Oh, it's you, Anthony! I've been sitting here too long, lost in thought. Let me get you some dinner – before I could object, Lucy got up and went to get food; a moment later she returned, carrying a tray with some fragrant dish, but I didn't pay attention to it. Instead, I noticed that my presence lifted her mood; she smiled just as enchantingly as always.

– Mrs. Shaw, what happened, were you crying? Why? – I asked.

– Anthony, we agreed you'd call me Lucy.

– Okay, Lucy, is something wrong? Is everything alright with you?

– I don't even know, Anthony, I shouldn't burden you with my problems – Lucy said confusedly.

– Why are you sitting here, are you alone? Where's Graham? – I persisted with questions. At these words, tears suddenly started dripping from Lucy's eyes; she sank onto the sofa and, through sobs, said:

– Graham. He's with that slut Jessie right now – I was perplexed.

– Who is Jessie and why is she a slut? – I asked.

– His secretary. He loves her more than me, of course, because she's only 20, and I'm already too old for him. Probably fucking her in all holes right now – Lucy cried out in distress.

– But why do you think he's cheating on you? – I continued to be surprised.

– Because I heard him talking to her myself today; I stopped by his office today, and there they... – Mrs. Shaw couldn't continue further; sobs drowned out all words, and she tried to run out. I couldn't allow that; looking at the trembling fragile shoulders of this beautiful woman, I couldn't restrain myself and, rushing after her, hugged her from behind and whispered, pressing her to me:

– Lucy, just don't cry; Graham is just a fool to trade you for someone else. You're not old at all; you're the most wonderful woman I've ever seen, and you deserve the biggest and strongest love. It's a pity your husband doesn't understand that – I blurted all this out in one breath, not thinking about the consequences or anything else.

– Why are you saying this? – asked Lucy, turning to face me and raising her tearful eyes. It seemed what I said lifted her mood – new tears didn't appear. – I'm not very beautiful...

The closeness of the desired woman drove me crazy. My desires burst out. I couldn't restrain myself and kissed those beautiful scarlet lips, and my hands automatically grabbed her ass and started squeezing. Lucy made a timid attempt to pull away, but I didn't let go. Then she relaxed and allowed me to lead her to the sofa. I sat her down and, pressing her into the corner, continued kissing, caressing her body with my hands. At first, I focused on her ass and thighs, then moved to the delightful soft breasts; Lucy didn't do anything, just allowed herself to be kissed and groped. But when I tried to get under the top of her pajamas, she suddenly got up and pulled off that part of her clothing herself. The exposed breasts excited me even more; I reached for them with my hands, but Lucy took the initiative; she pulled off my T-shirt and made me lean back on the sofa. Kissing my chest and stomach, the girl went lower and lower until she positioned herself on her knees between my legs. Unbuttoning my fly, she slipped her hand into my underwear, gently ran her palm from the base of my aroused cock to the head and then down to my balls. Pulling down my jeans along with my underwear, Lucy fully saw my erect member; she raised her beautiful shiny eyes to me and, taking the cock in a ring of her fingers at the base, rubbed her cheek against it. Licked it with short movements from bottom to top once, twice, then slowly ran her tongue from the base to the head and started kissing it on the side, gently holding the skin of the cock between her lips. She played with the head for quite a while, licking, kissing, and sucking at different paces, and finally took it into her mouth and started moving her wonderful head up and down without changing the pace, caressing my crotch with her left hand. I moaned, took her left breast in my hand – how wonderfully it fit in my palm; with my other hand, I ran through her hair and started caressing her ear, as if playing with a cat. A few moments and I came; semen sprayed into Lucy's mouth, a few drops ran down her lips over her face and fell onto her pajama pants. Catching my breath, I opened my eyes and saw Lucy, who, now completely naked, was sitting next to me and looking at me.

– How are you? Can you handle more? – she asked tenderly.

– I can handle it – I growled passionately.

Grabbing the shoulders of my lover, who was full of desire to submit, I pressed her chest against the back of the sofa. Her ass invitingly stuck out, and I, positioning myself behind, entered the woman. Lucy exhaled; at the first sharp thrust, she threw her head back, her hair tousled over her back. The beautifully arched body caused a new wave of arousal in me; fucking the girl, I didn't know where to put my hands; if I had ten hands, I would have found a use for all of them – Lucy's neck, shoulders, back, breasts, waist, ass, thighs, perineum. I wanted to caress all of it, hold it in my hands, feel it. I wandered all over her body until I felt the climax was near, but Lucy hadn't come yet. I couldn't allow myself to fail; advancing both hands to her perineum, I tried to bring her to orgasm by playing with her clitoris, while at the same time I had to restrain myself so as not to disappoint my lover. Soon I was rewarded; a spasm passed through Lucy's body, she cried out softly, as if surprised, and, putting her face on her hands folded in front of her on the sofa back, she whispered:

– I came.

Two or three more thrusts and I sharply pulled my cock out of her and came on her ass; semen flowed in several viscous drops down the girl's tempting thigh. After sex, Lucy and I lay on the sofa a little longer, caressing each other. She was pleased with this turn of events; she wasn't at all embarrassed that she had cheated on her husband. It was clear she was counting on the continuation of our affair; of course, I wasn't against it. But it was already late; we needed to go to our rooms; I got up first, leaning over her, I kissed her, playing with a tender nipple, gathered my things, and went to my room, leaving her alone lying on the sofa.

After that night, everything changed in my life. I had a wonderful woman, and she liked it. We started having sex every day; usually, Lucy would come to my room when her husband fell asleep and leave a few hours later. She claimed the affair didn't bother her at all, but I saw, especially after intimacy, that she seemed to feel pangs of conscience. One afternoon, when we were alone at home and after we had engaged in wonderful sex on her bed, she lay her head on my shoulder and I looked at the view opening before me since she was completely naked; a conversation took place between us that changed everything even more drastically.

– But we're not doing a good thing – Lucy suddenly decided.

– Stop, we've already talked about this – I grumbled discontentedly; sometimes she tried to blame herself for seducing a guy younger than her.

– No – Lucy interrupted – I mean that Denise likes you – I was taken aback.

– What do you mean? – I blurted out, not thinking of anything smarter.

– Well, yes, and very seriously; maybe she's even in love with you – she confessed to me once. So I feel a bit awkward; it turns out I stole a guy from my own daughter.

– And what should we do? – still in a stupor, I asked.

– I have an idea – Lucy eagerly seized what she thought was a suggestion to do something – let's have you invite her on a date or, even better – start a romance with her.

– How's that? – I objected – I have a romance with you.

– That won't change anything; I think you'll have time for me too – Lucy was delighted with her idea – Or maybe you don't like Denise? – she asked warily; it seemed she was ready to take this assumption as a personal insult.

– No, what are you saying, she's sexy, very much so – I hastened to assure her. I actually liked Denise, but I hadn't considered her as a sexual partner since the romance with Lucy started.

– That's wonderful – Lucy rejoiced and, getting dressed, skipped out of the room.

A few days later, prompted by Lucy, I invited Denise on a date; it happened during dinner. Graham was slightly surprised and joked that we'd become relatives soon. The strict Denise became embarrassed and, coquettishly lowering her eyes, agreed; it was noticeable that my proposal pleased and surprised her. But Alexis was somewhat disappointed or rather offended and went to her room early. That night, Lucy came to me, just for a short while, arguing that I needed to save my strength for the date, allowed me only to play with her charms, gave me a long kiss, and left.

I was to spend the entire next day with Denise. We went for a walk, then went into a cozy cafe. The girl was shy the whole time and lowered her eyes; I felt awkward from this and, realizing she wouldn't show initiative, I decided to take matters into my own hands. Inviting Denise to a secluded spot in the corner of the park with a view of the blooming lilac bushes, I suggested we rest on a bench. Sitting down and moving closer