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A Foreign Exchange at Christmas.

By: bambigirl44



Maria was from eastern Europe and lived with her Auntie in a rather posh part of London. She had been sent there recently by her parents, partly to get a better education than what was available back home, but also to keep her safe. Criminal activity was on the increase out there and it was no longer a safe place for an attractive young woman to be. Along with the obvious problems of living in a crime ridden country there was another reason why Maria's parents wanted her out of the way. Many gangs were starting to deliberately target young women with unpleasant consequences, many of them being put to "work" against their will.

Having now been in England for a few months she was doing well and her English, although far from perfect, wasn't bad. She still however spoke in that broken clumsy accent that, to be honest, most people couldn't help but find endearing. 

She certainly got her fair share of attention from the boys, partly due to the fact that she was foreign and therefore different, sort of more exotic. But to be honest it was probably mainly due to the fact that she was stunningly beautiful. 

She was just 18 with silky chestnut hair that cascaded straight and smooth from her head all the way to her lower back. If the sun caught it just right it would shine so beautifully that she would look like one of those girls in a shampoo advert. Together with her big brown eyes full pouting lips and perfectly flawless fresh young complexion she was a real looker, a definite heartbreaker.

She was tiny, just 4 feet 11 inches, and always wore high heels on her petite size 3 feet to try and compensate. She had grown used to people putting their arms around her and hugging her all the time, it was an instinctive urge that her sweet cuteness seemed to bring out in just about everyone. It really went without saying that absolutely everybody loved Maria.

But the lovely 18 year old also had something else that made her rather special, something that would bring her even more attention than her sweetness and pretty face. 

She had a body that had men drawing breath in stunned awe when first they laid eyes upon her. Being quite small meant that she was very well proportioned. Her fit young ass was as sweet as a peach and tight as a drum, and so cheeky that some would find the temptation give it a little squeeze almost impossible to resist. She had no idea of just how many times she had been followed by guys excited by the sight of her incredibly sexy outward thrusting cheeks.

If that wasn't enough she had one other asset, a chest that measured an astonishing 30FF!!! Not only did her boobs look huge on her petite frame but being just 18 meant they were fresh and new and therefore extremely firm, a rarely found combination. Every top she wore would fit her correctly everywhere else but they always stretched tight across her incredible bust making it look as if she was being a deliberate tease by showing them off, which she really wasn't. 

The result was she was something very special indeed. On one hand her height and the sweetness of her face gave her a vulnerability that was so cute and endearing to all. Yet on the other hand her voluptuous curves had men drooling over her wanting to vent their lust on her. A pure virgin beauty with face of an angel and the body of a porn star, she really was a cock hardening contradiction.

Now the 18 year old had a problem, she was actually in the country illegally and if the authorities found her then they would almost certainly arrest her and send her home. This was clearly something she was desperate to avoid, she obviously knew of the problems back home and she knew she would quickly attract a lot of attention from all sorts of low-life scum.

Along with this she was happy with her new life and, from the stories her parents had told her, the thought of having to give it up and go back to that place now terrified her. All she had to do was keep her head down and avoid any contact with the authorities, that way there shouldn't be a problem.

It was Christmas and being a student meant that Maria had a lot of parties to go to. Every time she left the house she was reminded by her Auntie not to get into any trouble, if the police ever had cause to question her for being drunk or anything then it could result in them finding out who she was and arresting her as an illegal immigrant.

The lovely 18 year old knew this and was always extra careful, although sometimes things would happen that were beyond her control.............

It was Christmas eve and a couple of the students from her college were having a fancy dress party in their rented flat. Maria was invited as always, it's funny but if ever one of the guys throws a party she seems to always get an invite......no prizes for guessing why!

She had decided to get into the festive spirit and had created for herself a sort of do-it-yourself sexy Santa outfit. All she did was take a bright red ribbed sweater that she had and stretched it's length so it became a sort of knitted dress. She then trimmed the wrists and bottom of it with white fur and then sewed a line of white fur fake buttons down the front, all in all it looked very festive. 

As she got ready and squeezed her curvaceous body into it she began to wonder if she hadn't made a bit of a mistake. It was certainly sexy, just maybe a bit too sexy and might send out the wrong message. Maria was a good girl and unusually in this day and age still a virgin, something she was very proud of and she worried that the outfit might have people thinking differently of her.

She continued to look at herself in the mirror wondering what to do, the more she looked the more she couldn't help but admire herself, she did look hot!

Being ribbed the knitted garment literally clung to every inch of her voluptuous firm young body, it looked as if it had been sprayed onto her. The other problem was the length, it only just covered the cheeks of her ass and if it wasn't for the fur trim around the hem giving an added inch or two of cover then she definitely would never have worn it. She put on the wide black belt she had bought to go with it and buckled it up tight around her tiny waist. All this did was emphasise her hour glass shape even more, making it look as if she was showing off her huge boobs and cheeky ass, deliberately thrusting them out like some sort of cruel cock teaser, which of course she really wasn't. 

After several minutes debating with herself she soon realised that it was a fancy dress party and this was the only costume she had, so it would have to do. Had the outfit been a bit longer she would have maybe worn stockings, but it was way too short for that so she had no choice other than to wear a pair of jet black nylon pantyhose, which, it has to be said, made her legs look simply mouth watering.

She pulled on a pair of black leather high heeled boots and popped a Santa hat on her head and set off with her friends for the party.

The night was going well and Maria was enjoying all the extra attention she was getting, it seemed that every guy at the party had quickly noticed her. She never seemed to be without male attention with one after the other trying desperately to chat her up, however she was in full control and after a few drinks couldn't see any reason not to enjoy a bit of harmless flirting.

The music was loud and the place grew more and more crowded, everyone was having a fantastic time until around midnight when some of the neighbours must have started getting fed up with the noise.

Suddenly the music stopped and there was a lot of shouting. Maria looked to see what all the fuss was about. Her blood ran cold when she saw the police had arrived and were trying to bring the party to an end by ordering everybody to go home. She instantly remembered the words of her Auntie and started to panic, she had to avoid the police at all costs.

Unfortunately with the drink flowing and many young men unwilling to do as they were told things started to turn nasty. That was when more police arrived and people started getting arrested.

Maria might have been able to get out without any trouble until she saw that everyone was getting searched for drugs and nobody was allowed to leave until they had given all their details. Now she was in real trouble!

Just then the pretty 18 year old saw an opportunity, the flat had a balcony outside, maybe she could hide out there. 

While everyone was waiting their turn to be searched by the police Maria manoeuvred herself to back of the crowd and carefully opened the door that led out onto it and slipped outside. Her saucy little Christmas outfit did nothing to protect her from the freezing night air and she clapped her arms around herself to try and keep warm. Then she noticed the balcony was shared by the flat nextdoor and knowing there was a good chance that the police would check outside she saw this as her only chance of escape. 

Seeing a light on inside she gently tapped on the window hoping she would find a kind soul to let her in...........................

Inside was the neighbour who had complained to the police, a rather unpleasant character known to most of the neighbours as creepy Colin. 

He was an old man, easily in his seventies, and had lived alone in that same flat for almost twenty years. He never really spoke to anyone, some thought he was shy, others thought he was just a miserable old sod, but many thought he was odd, maybe even retarded in some way. The name 'creepy' Colin was given to him by some of the local women who felt uncomfortable at the way he would often stare at them. He would often pause to take a long lingering look at the attractive woman as they walked by him in the street, seemingly undressing them with his old eyes. Now some men may get away with that, but when you're a dirty smelly toothless old man then you find it really isn't appreciated.

Other than that nobody really paid him any mind at all, he was just a sad old man who would one day be dead and gone and not a soul would care. This was probably why he was such a grumpy and miserable old boy, nobody cared about him, so why should he care about them!

He had been sitting in that evening watching his television getting more and more annoyed at all the noise coming from next door. His call to the police had at last done the trick and he was finally settling down to do some late night viewing in peace.

Now the local women had no idea but they were just about spot on with their perception of him. He was indeed a dirty old pervert who couldn't help himself from ogling attractive young women, silently and secretly lusting after them. He could see no harm in it and most evenings he would settle down in his old string vest and boxer shorts his mind full of images of all the various women he had seen that day. His old cock would soon harden and he would close his eyes and, with his trusty old right hand, relieve his daily frustration. Like many men the dirty old pervert couldn't get through a day without having to wank himself off at least once. Being old and alone didn't mean these urges vanished, as with so many unwanted old men the total lack of any female company only made them stronger, sometimes almost unbearable.

Now this evening with the noise from the party at last over he was finally able to settle down to indulge himself when he heard a quite, but rapid tapping on his door. He thought he was hearing things as it was the door to his small balcony, but he soon realised he wasn't and so went to see what on earth it could possibly be.

He pulled back the curtain and wiped the condensation from the glass with his hand. For a second or two he didn't see anyone, then as he looked down he saw the face of a young girl staring back at him with wide pleading eyes. He couldn't quite believe what he was seeing and he wiped more condensation from the glass, she was absolutely beautiful. Without hesitation he quickly opened the door to see what she wanted. As she stepped in from the cold the dirty old boy got his first proper look at this luscious 18 year old and was completely stunned by what he saw.

She explained in her broken English that she was from the party next door and apologised profusely for disturbing him. She then went on to ask if she could wait with him for a few minutes clasping her hands together as if almost begging him.

"If I can just wait here for a few minutes please," she asked with big puppy dog eyes, "do you mind......please!"

Mind!!! Of course he didn't mind! As she spoke all he could do was stare lovingly into those big beautiful eyes, he was instantly enchanted by her, her face was so pretty and innocent, and her accent!!!! Wow! How sexy was that!

Maria had no idea of his thoughts and took no notice of the fact that this rather frail looking old man was standing there in just his old string vest and boxer shorts. She was just so glad to have escaped the police raid next door.

There was an awkward silence for a moment. "Th...thank you, it's very kind of you, I...I only need a few minutes," she eventually chirped up feeling the need to break the silence.

Just then she saw a spy hole in his door and asked if she could use it have a look outside.

Still in rather a state of shock old Colin just nodded his head and waved his hand towards the door, gesturing that it was fine. 

What a crazy few minutes, this gorgeous girl had breezed in like a whirlwind from nowhere, blurted out some sort of reason as to why she was there and was now standing with her hands clasped either side of the spy hole in his front door with her face up against it peering out. 

He took a moment to gather his thoughts, any confusion he had over what had just happened seemed to evaporate away as he got the chance to have his first proper look at her. 

Her tiny knitted red sweater only just covered her sexy little ass, the beautifully rounded shape of her cheeks causing it to stretch so lovely and tight. Below the white fur trim her young thighs looked so smooth and firm coated in sheer black nylon, the shortness of her naughty little outfit really showing them off.

His gaze wandered up and admired her beautiful long silky hair cascading down her back, she was truly lovely. Surprisingly it was only then that he noticed the size of her tits, he couldn't believe it, she was so tiny and they were so big..........so very big!

She was too engrossed in what was happening outside the door to even notice his increasingly sinister and lustful stare.

If he believed in miracles then this truly was one, it was like all his Christmas presents had arrived at once, everything he had ever dreamed of, everything he had ever longed for was standing right there all bundled up in one incredibly gorgeous and sexy little package. He even gazed up to the heavens as if to say thank you for this unbelievable Christmas present.

He couldn't help himself from just staring at her as his mouth began to water and his pathetic old cock began to stiffen all on it's own. His mind started working overtime, he still didn't understand where she came from or what she was doing there but he could see she was scared of whatever was going on outside.

After a few more awkward minutes he sat himself down and picked up his newspaper to read. He didn't know why, he had no intention of reading it, the truth was he didn't really know what to do with himself. As he thumbed through the pages he couldn't help sneakily looking over the top of the paper at her, he couldn't take his eyes off her. Every minute or two she would make some comment about what was going on outside and how she should only be a few minutes and how grateful she was to him for letting her wait there. It was clear that she felt uncomfortable being there. 

The old man let his imagination wander, it was kind of impossible for a dirty minded old boy like him not to. He had seen some girls in his time but she was something else. The more he looked the more he wanted her, he would give anything for a girl like that, just the thought of it had his head spinning.

After about 10 minutes or so it was clear that she wasn't going anywhere, and the poor sex-starved pensioner couldn't just sit there looking at her a moment longer.

As she stood looking through the spy hole she suddenly felt the old mans presence uncomfortably close behind her. He had placed his hands against the door either side of her effectively trapping her where she was.

"What's goin' on then?" Colin asked.

"Er....th...there are policemen out there, and I er....w...would rather they didn't see me." Maria answered rather nervously.

"Let's have a look then." The old man said as he brought his head down next to hers. 

As she moved her head to one side and he peered through the spy hole he felt the softness of her long hair brush against the side of his craggy old face. His senses were on high alert and just the slightest touch of her hair against his cheek excited him so much.

"So why don't you want them to find you?" He asked squinting one eye as he looked through the hole.

"I....I just don't," was all she could think to say.

He wasn't stupid and knew there was a problem in the area with illegal immigrants from eastern Europe and, with her accent, he couldn't help but wonder if that maybe had anything to do with it.

"Oh I see," he whispered in a rather knowing way.

He moved his head away from the spy hole and Maria quickly brought her eye back to it desperate to see what was happening. The police were still there and they now seemed to be searching the place, this wasn't good, she knew she couldn't leave the old mans flat until they had all gone.

The dirty old pervert started sweating profusely. He remained standing exactly where he was, he couldn't help it, he couldn't remember the last time he had been so close to such a lovely young girl. The pretty 18 year old tried to ignore him but it wasn't easy, his heavy breathing sounded so loud and the foul stale stench of his breath along with his sweating body was filling the air around her.

Still with his hands against the door either side of her his eyes slowly went from the top of her head following down her long flowing hair until he was eventually looking straight down at her ass. It looked so tempting the way it stuck out and was just a matter of inches from his cock, which had now formed a very obvious tent in his grubby old boxers.

The drooling old pervert then decided to see what her reaction would be to the suggestion that he should open the door and tell the police she was there. As soon as he said it she quickly turned her head to look at him, fear seemed to be etched on her sweet face. 

"N...no p...please don't p....please...."

This was just the reaction he had hoped for. He looked into her beautiful big eyes and a sinister grin came across his face as he saw pools of water forming in them. 

Maria felt awkward at how close his face was to hers, it was only then that she really noticed he was standing there in only his underwear. Not knowing what to do she nervously turned her head back to continue looking through the spy hole in the hope that he would just move away.

The old man saw how this could possibly be a once in a lifetime chance and knew he had to try and take it. He leaned a little closer and with his nose almost touching the top of her head he filled his nostrils with the lovely clean fresh scent of her hair. At the same time his slightly rounded belly touched against her back.

Unable to make a sound or any fuss for fear of drawing attention from the other side of the door she tried to ignore what was happening. As she felt his belly touch her back she noticed something else, she was sure she felt something else touching her.

The sweaty old man grew more excited as he looked down again at her gorgeous shapely ass, he couldn't resist the temptation, it was too much, he "accidentally" brushed his erection against it. What an incredible thrill for him, so much so that he did it again, he thought he was being so subtle about it that she hadn't noticed. Of course she had but was unable to do anything about it, the trouble for her was that as he sensed no reaction from her his confidence began to grow. 


A Foreign Exchange at Christmas. Ch. 02



Six weeks or so after Marias experience at the hands of the old man next door to the Christmas party the poor 18 year old was still left feeling a mixture of guilt and self-disgust. The truth was the pint-sized busty beauty hadn't done anything wrong, but being a well brought up quite religious girl she knew deep down what had happened was wrong. She wasn't stupid, she knew ultimately that dirty old pervert was to blame, but she felt rather ashamed at having given in maybe too easily to his demands. 

To feel a little better she tried to tell herself that she had no choice. She couldn't have allowed him to turn her over to the police, as the consequences of being arrested and maybe deported back to her own country in Eastern Europe didn't bear thinking about. But there was one thing she couldn't put right in her mind no matter how hard she tried. Despite finding the old man vile and disgusting and not wanting to give herself to him, she couldn't escape the fact that her body ended up betraying her by responding to his despicable actions. As disgusted as she was at herself for even admitting it, she lost her virginity to a filthy old man and rather than being angry or upset she had unashamedly enjoyed it. 

With all this going around in her head on an almost daily basis Maria decided to try and seek solace from the one place she always turned to in times of need, the Church. Having been brought up in a deeply religious family she often turned to the Church in times of need. This however was on a whole different level to the problems the pretty teenager had faced until now. But Maria knew the only way she was going to get any relief from these guilty feelings that haunted her was to grab the bull by the horns so to speak and go! That way she would hopefully unburden herself and be able to put it all behind her. 

There was a run-down old Church not far from where she lived that her Aunt attended regularly and which Maria had attended a few times since moving to England. It wasn't what she was used to, always deserted and rather run-down it was a far cry from the highly revered places of love and solace she knew from back home. The few times she had been she always kept herself at the back out of the way feeling a little awkward at being one of only a few of people ever in there. As far as she could tell the only people that seemed to attend Church were a handful of elderly pensioners clearly keen to insure their place when the time comes. 

Even the elderly Priest looked like he was on his last legs, partly due to his age and partly due to the fact that he looked like someone who enjoyed maybe a little too much of the communal wine. Maria had never spoken with or even introduced herself to him, but it was fairly clear from his ruddy red complexion scruffy unkempt appearance and the heavy bags under his eyes that he took little care of himself. The one thing that made her think he was a drinker was his large red bulbous nose, covered in pock marks and veins it was the sort you associate with older men that maybe have an alcohol problem.

In truth Maria was right, it may have been just a guess on her part but the Priest did indeed enjoy a drink, and rather more than just a glass or two. Life could get very lonely for a man in his position and drink proved to be an escape from a loneliness that seemed to grow ever more consuming as he moved through old age. The trouble with drink is it has a spiralling effect, over the years the more he drank the more obnoxious and unkempt he became, and of course that in itself leads to people taking a dislike and staying away. 

To be honest the pretty 18 year old found him rather intimidating. She thought how stupid she was being after all he was a priest, a man of the cloth, a man to be trusted, not a man to feel afraid of.

Unbeknownst to her she might have wanted to trust her instincts a little more. She was in no doubt of his gruff nature and obvious liking for a drop of the strong stuff. But what she couldn't have known was the constant inward struggle he had with his natural male urges, the sort of urges that a life of celibacy made all the more difficult to handle. He had always struggled in maintaining his vows to God and every once in a while there were times when his resolve would really be tested. Thankfully it wasn't often, but there were occasions when it was, like weddings and christenings for example, not that he had many. 

The trouble was he was only human, and despite his advanced years when confronted with a lovely young bride in virginal white and a bevy of beautiful bridesmaids his blood would start pumping and would find it hard to keep his mind on the job. Sometimes he would find his frustration almost unbearable and his mind would be all over the place with lustful thoughts. He would try to tell himself it was the Devils work and he was being "tested". The dirty old Priest would seek solace in the bottom of a bottle as he struggled desperately with one of the cruellest vows of all, the vow to abstain from masturbation. It was a vow that despite his trying he couldn't always keep.

The miserable frustrated old man had lost count of the number of times he had watched a bride and groom walk out of the church arm in arm thinking how hypocritical it was of the bride to wear white knowing few girls these days were virgins. He would often picture the scene later that night when the groom would almost certainly be balls deep inside his lovely bride while she thrashed around underneath him wailing like a banshee. 

Quite arrogantly he put his improper thoughts right in his mind by convincing himself that it was their fault and not his. He would imagine they were under the influence of the devil himself with their deliberate teasing and tempting ways, ways which resulted in his being so envious of the lucky groom. 

Unfortunately the last time he had conducted a wedding was actually about 18 months ago now, it seemed his reputation for being a drunk and a bit of an old pervert was getting more widespread resulting in his total lack of bookings.

His last really memorable encounter was about 12 months ago when he carried out a Christening for a young couple, again his last one to date. During the service the frustrated old Priest couldn't take his eyes off the baby's Mother in her floral summer dress. The reason for his inability to avert his lustful gaze wasn't so much the dress, but more her obviously huge milk filled breasts. They were massive, clearly swollen and extremely firm. At the end of the ceremony he overheard a conversation between the woman and a friend where she was complaining how uncomfortable they were. She told her friend how they held so much milk that she had to use a breast-pump to relieve the pressure several times a day. The old man then heard her go on to say the main problem however wasn't the constant need to siphon off the milk, but the constant discomfort that came from how swollen and unbearably hard they were.

"Feel them," she said to her friend, "they're absolutely solid!" This of course really got the frustrated old Priests attention and he glanced out of the corner of his eye just in time to see the friend poke one with her finger. "No have a proper feel!" She insisted. With that her friend placed a hand on one and attempted to give it a squeeze.

"Oh my God," she replied, "they're absolutely full, it must be so uncomfortable...mind you I bet he's a happy man," she went on gesturing towards the woman's husband. 

"Oh he's not getting anywhere bloody near them," she answered as they both burst out laughing. 

The elderly Priest couldn't help himself from getting excited by what he had just seen and heard. His head was in a spin and all he could think was how he would have loved more than anything to feel them too. The thought of taking those huge firm melons in his hands had his frustrated old balls churning and left him unable to prevent once again the rapid stiffening of his cock! 

Now extremely aroused the old man waited until they were all leaving for the Christening party before seizing his moment to personally congratulate the couple. In the Church doorway he made his move by shaking the husband's hand, before turning to the young woman and moving in to give her a hug. Awkwardly she placed her hands on the scruffy old Priests dandruff covered shoulders and just leaned in with her head turned sideways. He of course took the opportunity and pulled her in close enough to feel those huge milky breasts press against him. They were indeed solid something that was confirmed as he let her go and while stepping back "accidentally" dragged his hands from her back and along the sides of them as he slowly released her from his embrace. 

He could tell the woman instantly realised what he was doing and gave him a strange look, as if she wanted to say something but decided not to. 

"I'd swear that dirty old sod just deliberately touched my boobs," he heard her say to her husband moments later.

"Oh don't be stupid, he's a Priest," he replied as they walked away.

Occasions such as these had always proved torturous for the old man only serving to heighten his already overpowering sense of frustration. In a way it was just as well that they seemed to now be becoming a thing of the past. The only people he had any contact with nowadays were the few die-hard coffin dodgers that attended his Church on a fairly regular basis. So it wasn't any wonder that at this late stage in his life he had come to question his whole chosen career and lifestyle. 

Nothing had prepared him for the possibility that he might look back on his life and wonder what he had done with it. There always seemed to be time to put off any doubts for another day. But as he was now in his 70th year it was apparent that that time had slipped by and he knew it was too late. Not that he didn't still have his faith, although it was becoming harder to maintain, it was more that he wondered what his life might have been had he taken a different path. He wondered if he would perhaps be happier in his old age had he not given his life to God. Either way it was all rather irrelevant. His time was almost over and he had no choice other than to accept his chosen path.

For Maria the time had come to face what had been haunting her mind for the last few months and so she awoke on the Monday morning at the start of her half term break prepared herself to go to the Church. With the prospect of meeting with the Priest the curvaceous 18 year wanted to look her best. She brushed her beautiful long chestnut hair until it shone flawlessly as it cascaded perfectly straight down the length of her back stopping just above her pert cheeky bum. Taking a moment to decide on an outfit the small yet perfectly formed beauty admired herself as she often did standing there in just her underwear. 

Her toned slender little waist and tiny frame seemed to emphasize her almost disproportionately huge 30FF boobs encased in the expensive black lace half cup bra she had chosen to wear. A quick twist enabled her to admire the matching black lace thong emerging from between her perfectly rounded outwardly thrusting cheeks. 

Opening her wardrobe she decided to wear something that would show off the curves that she was rightly very proud of without being too revealing. She wanted to look her best and show off her curves but didn't want anyone to get the wrong impression of her. Eventually the decision was made to go with black to keep things rather sombre and respectful looking, or so she thought. The reality was far from looking sombre she appeared just as sexy as always, but then with a body like hers it was almost impossible not to.

She decided on a ribbed roll neck sweater that inevitably clung so tightly that it couldn't help but show off her incredibly impressive bust in all its magnificent splendour. On most people it would be just the sort of thing to wear to a Church, but when you have a pair of melons like Maria then perhaps it could possibly be considered slightly inappropriate.

On her legs she wore painted on black leggings that again displayed the perfect curve of her tight peachy bum emphasising the firm roundness of each beautifully proportioned cheek. To finish off she wore a pair of black suede knee high boots. Of course they had a reasonably high heel to give the 4ft 11inch tall bundle of fun a valuable few extra inches. So, happy with her look, she slipped on her red winter three quarter length coat lifting her long chestnut hair out and letting it fall down her back and headed off for the Church.

When she arrived Maria thought again how run down it looked from the outside, it was clearly a victim of the current age and the unwillingness of people to help maintain such places. She thought for a moment about not going in, but then remembered her Aunt went regularly and was happy to do so, so she put any doubts out of her mind.

As she opened the large oak door and stepped inside she saw the place was empty apart from two very elderly ladies sitting to the front praying. Feeling a little awkward the pretty 18 year old slid into one of the pews near to the back and took a moment to say a quiet prayer.

Suddenly she was startled by the sound of a door opening, the clunky latch echoed around the ancient building and as she looked around she saw the elderly Priest shuffling down the aisle heading to the alter. Maria recognised the tall gangly looking man in his long black gown straight away and was still taken aback by how scruffy he looked. With his eccentric looking grey hair, bald on top and growing wild at the sides and back she wasn't surprised the place was always near empty.

Maria continued to watch him from the back of the Church before he stepped inside the confessional followed by one of the elderly ladies through a door on the other side. This was a stroke of luck for Maria, all she had to do was to wait for the lady to come back out and she could then slip in without having to actually see the scary old Priest.

After a few minutes the old lady came out and Maria too her chance and ducked in quickly. Separated from each other by a screen the Priest, in a rather bored monotone voice, asked if she had anything to confess. As soon as she spoke the old man realised it wasn't one of his usual crowd, he could tell she sounded younger and with that foreign accent she instantly had his undivided attention. 

After skirting around the real reason she was there for a few minutes the pretty 18 year old paused a moment before telling him there was one more thing. After a little coaxing from the curious old man she eventually told him she had committed a sin of a carnal nature.

"Go on," he said as he rubbed his sweaty hands on his thighs in anticipation of what was to come.

"I...er, I had sex with an older man Father," she replied in her sensual soft east European accent.

"Go on," he again told her as he felt himself begin to sweat.

"Well, I, well it wasn't something I wanted to happen, I...I was sort of forced."

"Forced? W...what do you mean?"

She went on to explain how she was trapped in his flat and the only way to get out was to give in to his advances. Of course she was telling a highly edited version of events leaving out why she had to hide there in the first place and the small detail of why she had to do whatever he said. Even though he was a Priest and everything spoken of was in confidence, she couldn't risk letting him know she was in the country illegally.

The old Priest mopped his now sweating brow as he asked her to explain the events in more detail. Reluctantly Maria went on and without being too graphic explained how she had let him molest her before following him into the bedroom and allowing him to have sex with her. 

Of course the old man couldn't help finding himself getting aroused by what she was saying, but the best was yet to come. She went on to explain her main reason for seeking forgiveness was because despite her reluctance she eventually found herself inexplicably liking what he was doing. She told him how she didn't want any of it but for some reason as things went on her body reacted in such a way that she wouldn't have expected! 

"You...you mean," the Priest had to clear his throat, "you mean you experienced, an...an or...orgasm?" 

There was a pause before she answered. "Y...yes I...I suppose so Father."

"How old was this man?"

"I...I don't know Father, sixty? Maybe seventy? I...I really don't know."

"And how old are you?"

"Eighteen Father."

The dirty old Priests couldn't believe his ears, his mind was in a spin, he had to quickly think of something to say. "G...go to the altar and pray for forgiveness," he told her in rather a stern tone, "I will come and talk to you shortly once I have, erm, once I have sought guidance..."

This was the last think Maria wanted. She had hoped he would send her away with a few "hail Marys" and that would be that. It was quite unusual for the Priest to want to talk outside of the confessional that would remove the anonymity which made her very nervous.

However she had to do as she was told and leaving the cubicle went over to the front of the Church to the altar. The building was now empty and Maria removed her coat and lay it on the seat behind her as she knelt down and bowed her head to begin her prayer.

Having taken a few moments to compose himself the elderly Priest stepped from the confessional and taking a quick glance around the empty Church saw the girl kneeling in prayer as she had been told to. He paused before approaching her taking the time to admire her lovely silky smooth long straight chestnut hair, even from behind he could already tell she was a gorgeous young girl. It was then that his eyes wandered downward as any mans would. He had to take a moment as he admired what can only be described as the incredible sight of her firm curvaceous bum in the painted on black leggings. From where he was standing the beautiful sight of this lovely young creature on her knees praying for forgiveness was a rare spectacle. 

Slowly he came to stand beside her all the time admiring the cock swelling sight of that fit 18 year old ass. Without a word he placed his bony old hand gently on top of her head feeling the softness of her silken hair. Maria was startled but continued in her prayer. The creepy old man told her to continue as he gently stroked her head. 

Maria felt extremely uncomfortable, she could hear his heavy breathing and with his hand trembling she began to wonder what he was doing. As ridiculous as it seemed she couldn't help wondering if in some way he wasn't getting off on stroking her hair. After a few moments Maria raised her head from her bowed position and the old Priest stepped back and seated himself behind her.

"I think there is a way I can help you repent for your sins," he said quietly.

"How is that Father?" As she spoke she stood up and turned to face him. This was her first look at him up close and her attention was instantly drawn to that bulbous red drinker's nose, it looked even worse than she thought. She knew he had to be an alcoholic, not only from the enlarged pock marked ruddy red nose on him, but also from the unmistakable stench of booze on his breath, it was so strong even from several feet away!

At the same moment however the elderly Priest found himself suddenly struck speechless by just how ridiculously beautiful she was. Her large dark brown eyes, her flawless youthful complexion, and those soft pouting lips all took him by surprise. She was just the most gorgeous creature he could ever remember seeing, she was truly lovely, and as he tried to take it all in his attention was suddenly drawn to something else. He felt his heart accelerate and he struggled momentarily to catch his breath as he suddenly noticed this 18 year old beauty had the most incredible bust! He couldn't believe it! In the tight ribbed sweater he could clearly see each full round breast thrusting out towards him. Being quite petite in both height and build only served to make them look even bigger, almost too big, if that were possible!




A Foreign Exchange at Christmas. Ch. 02



Eventually the old Priest composed himself and cleared his throat. "You will spend the week doing the lords work by helping with chores around the Church," he said, "that way you just may find yourself redeemed."

Maria was unsure, she had obviously noticed the way he had just been looking at her. But she knew it was either that or carry on struggling with the weight of the feeling of guilt that she had been carrying around. "Very well, if that is what I must do then I will," she told the creepy old man. 

He was more than just a little excited to hear her agree and as he looked her over once more he had to admit he felt rather love-struck. She was so cute and pretty and even that softly spoken accent melted his bitter old heart. But more than that she had something else something that would test the will of any man let alone a sex starved old pervert who had spent his life enduring the torture of celibacy. She had a body that defied belief, a body often imagined and dreamt of in the fantasies of men but rarely ever seen. As she picked her coat up and put it on the old Priest could only marvel at those phenomenal tits and the way they seemed to jostle with each other inside her tight sweater. 

Again forcing himself back from his lustful thoughts he couldn't resist asking if she maybe wanted to make a start now. The thought of having her around a little longer had his already inflated old cock growing even harder. Unfortunately for him she said she didn't have time now but would be back tomorrow and every day for the rest of the week.

As she left, her heels clicking on the stone floor, the elderly Priest salivated at the sight of the curvaceous 18 year old walking away. He knew it was wrong but his old mind was going crazy with all manner of dirty and improper thoughts of what he would love to do with that incredible body. 

Maria left feeling uncomfortable but she was in no doubt going back to do chores for the rest of the week was the right thing to do. She had noticed that look in the old Priests eye however and so when she went back the following day she wore an old pair of jeans and a very loose fitting sweater. 

Unfortunately for her however it did nothing to calm the old man's urges. He knew what was underneath and to be honest even dressed like this she still looked sexy, it was pretty much impossible for her not to. 

Over the next couple of days she arrived as promised and spent 2 or 3 hours doing chores and generally cleaning around the place. The old Priest was never far away and she grew more uncomfortable as she felt his eyes constantly on her. The more time she spent with him the more she saw him less as a Priest and more just a rather grubby old pervert. 

Of course she wasn't far from the truth the dirty old Priest was loving every second of having this busty 18 year old beauty around. He may have been 70 years old, (and he really looked it), but his urges and libido were that of a horny teenager, he was in a permanent state of arousal she was all he could think about. He would go to bed with images of her racing through his mind sending him into an uncontrollable state. He would have an erection that had been in various stages of stiffness all day long and despite his vows of celibacy he couldn't control the need to take himself in hand and relieve his unbearable frustration. He loved having her around and couldn't get enough of the stunningly beautiful girl as his eyes constantly feasted on her phenomenal curves. But at the same time it was pure torture for a sex starved ugly old man who knew he would never in his wildest dreams be so lucky as to sample her delights.

But if things weren't bad enough for the old man on the Thursday Maria arrived with plans to go out and meet up with friends straight after doing her chores. The Priest couldn't believe his eyes when she walked in and slipped her coat off to get started. She was wearing a V necked white t-shirt that clung tight to her huge boobs and slender waist while at the same time showing a generous amount of her very ample cleavage. If that wasn't enough she wore a very short leather skirt that flowed smoothly over her shapely hips and outward jutting ass. Flaring out around the tops of her luscious thighs it seemed to offer the teasing possibility of a naughty glimpse underneath. 

She apologised for the way she was dressed but the old man pretended to shrug it off as if he hadn't noticed and told her to just get on with her work. As he watched her sweep the floor he couldn't help drooling over her cleavage every time she leaned forward. The sight of those lovely huge knockers filling that tight t-shirt had his blood boiling. What the old pervert wouldn't give to take them in his hands and be allowed to squeeze and fondle them to his heart's content. Just thinking about it had blood pumping to his withered old cock rapidly causing it to swell making its hardness difficult to conceal. 

His excitement grew as she turned her back to him and he realised if she bent over just a little more in that cheeky skirt he might easily get a real treat. It was then that he came up with an idea!

Maria was surprised to see him leaving the Church and, tired of his constant staring, hoped that it might be the last she saw of him for that day. It was a hope that was short lived however when she heard clattering and banging and he reappeared struggling with a very large step ladder. Wondering what on earth he was doing she watched the scruffy gangly grey haired old man wrestle it open and stand it under a large ornate chandelier that hung in the centre of the Church. It was a huge ladder, easily a good 8 to 10 feet high.

The old man stood holding it with one hand and beckoned her over with the other. Not liking the look of the situation the pretty 18 year old reluctantly came over to see what he wanted. Looking up the ladder the elderly Priest handed her a feather duster and explained how the chandelier needed dusting over.

"I'm no good on ladders at my age," he said, "but don't worry," he tried to assure her, "I'll stand here and hold it, it'll be perfectly safe."

With that Maria placed a foot on the bottom step as she prepared herself. Being not very good with heights the petite beauty's mind was entirely focused on conquering her nerves and she hadn't given a thought to any possible ulterior motive the dirty old man might have. Reluctantly she placed her other foot on the next step as she began to slowly climb the rickety old thing.

The old Priest watched wide eyed muttering "that's it, go on, you'll be okay," as the hem of her skirt drew level with his beady eyes. Holding the ladder still he stepped a little closer as she gradually went higher. "That's it, good girl," he whispered as he admired her lovely smooth firm young legs at close quarters. He knew it was wrong and an internal battle raged between the Priest in him and the lecherous sex starved old pervert. On one hand he knew he was in a position of trust and everything he had ever believed in was telling him to avert his gaze. But on the other a lifetime of sexual deprivation and unbearable frustration was telling him to take this rarely gifted opportunity. 

Of course the battle was already lost and as Maria climbed further the dirty old man held the ladder close as his eyes wandered slowly upwards. All he could hear was the sound of his blood pumping in his ears as he cast his eyes slowly up the backs of her smooth lightly tanned thighs. With his body trembling and mouth hanging open his eyes roamed higher still until he found himself enjoying a close look at her firm mouth-watering young thighs. Unable to resist the urges welling up within his eyes roamed upwards beyond the outward flaring hem of her short leather skirt. He took a deep breath as he suddenly found himself with an uninterrupted view straight up her skirt at her lovely cheeky ass in a pair of pretty white lace panties. Being extremely nervous Maria was so busy concentrating on hanging onto the ladder that she hadn't noticed the display she was giving him below. The old man couldn't believe his eyes as with a fixed stare he moved to just beneath the ladder for an ever clearer view. Now standing directly beneath her he watched in utter amazement as the gorgeous girl placed one foot on the top step leaving the other on the step below to steady herself. She then reached out with the feather duster and began to flick it around the chandelier. Meanwhile the old Priest chewed on his bottom lip and beads of sweat broke out all over his forehead as he now looked straight up between her legs at the thin strip of pretty white lace that covered her sweet 18 year old pussy.

He knew it was all so wrong but the filthy old man couldn't help himself from slipping a hand inside his gown pocket and gently massaging his now full blown erection. Still she dusted while nervously clinging to the ladder, and still he made the most of the wonderful free display she had no idea she was giving him. Furtively he glanced around the place to make sure they were still alone. They were, and the dirty old boy craned his neck for an even closer look. His eyes bulged and his heart raced as he was so close he could make out the exquisite detail of the white lace tightly pressed against her now clearly visible slit.

After a few moments his almost trance like state was broken as she began to climb back down. Instinctively and without a thought for any consequences he reached up to steady her placing his clammy old hand on her bare thigh. For a second Maria was too busy steadying herself to notice as his fingers slowly crept upwards beyond the hem of her skirt. With his mouth now watering his mind raced with a million cock hardening thoughts, touching those lovely panties so easily within reach, placing his hand on that gorgeous tight round bum, burying his face in her incredibly beautiful crotch... 

Then suddenly there was a noise. It was the clunking of the heavy Church door and the Priest was shaken back to reality and quickly and awkwardly stepped away as someone came in. Looking down at the floor the old man acted as innocently as he could as Maria quickly descended the ladder completely unaware of the incredible thrill she had given him. 

At that moment she heard her name being called, it was her Aunt. She took the busty young beauty to one side as the Priest hurriedly folded the ladder and took it back out. 

Maria was confused as to what she was doing there, but it soon became apparent that there was some worrying news. It seemed she had been visited earlier by the authorities asking questions about her niece. They were convinced she was staying with her despite the old woman's denial and said they would be back later that day to talk to her. Maria didn't know what to do, where could she go? She couldn't risk going back home. Her Aunt knew this and told Maria to wait there.

She followed the old Priest out to where he was storing the ladder and without consulting Maria asked him for his help. She thought her niece had just been helping out in the holidays obviously having no idea about her incident with the old man and of course not realising she was there serving her penance. She asked the Priest if everything she was going to tell him would remain in the strictest confidence.

"Of course, of course," he replied.

She then, rather foolishly, went on to tell him the whole story. How her niece was in the country illegally and how she would be in danger if she returned to her home country. She told him if the authorities found her then she would be arrested and sent back. When she came to the end the old Priest asked how he could help.

"I know it's asking a lot Father," she began, "but she has nowhere else to go."

The penny then dropped, she was asking if he would take her in! She went on to explain it would only be for a while until she could find something permanent, and furthermore she had spent the morning hurriedly packing Marias case and had it outside in her car.

Of course the sex starved old pervert didn't need asking twice, he couldn't agree fast enough. His inner battle was lost, the thought of this stunningly gorgeous big busted 18 year old girl with that amazing ass staying with him was just too much! With no time to waste he told her he would go back to the vicarage that was behind the Church and prepare a room for her while she went and informed the young girl of what was happening.

Obviously when her Aunt told her Maria wasn't terribly keen. "B..but he's, well, he's a vile old man," she protested. "Not only that but he's so unclean and doesn't look like he even washes...and his home is probably filthy!" She even told her that she was supposed to be going out later, which was why she was dressed the way she was. But it was all to no avail, her Aunt simply told her she would have to keep a low profile and to forget any thoughts of going out for a while.

Maria knew she had to accept there was no real choice if she went home then she would almost certainly have to face the authorities. So reluctantly knowing she had nowhere else to go she agreed, and the two of them went to get the case from the car. With a big hug her Aunt told her to behave and do as she was told as the priest was doing them a huge favour. She went on to say how she would come back in a few days once it was safe to do so to check on her. With that the pretty east European girl dragged her heavy case on its wheels along the path that led around the back of the Church to the Priests home.

When she arrived at the front door she knocked and it swung slowly open. "Come in my dear, come in!" The Priest shouted from inside. Maria nervously entered, she quickly realised she was right the place was very untidy and looked like it hadn't been cleaned in a very long time. There was a damp musty stench in the air and the whole place seemed dark and gloomy. 

"Up here!" The old man shouted from upstairs.

Dragging her heavy case she slowly climbed the stairs to where she could hear the old man rummaging around. She felt rather uneasy about the whole situation, the house, the man, all of it had her instincts telling her to be careful. Again he called her and as she approached the open bedroom door she saw him inside hurriedly making up the large double bed that seemed almost too big for the tiny room. 

"Ah there you are," he said as he stopped to see her standing in the doorway. There was an awkward few moments of silence as he seemed to go into a trance for a few seconds. The sight of her incredibly curvaceous young figure standing there silhouetted against the light was simply mind blowing. "This will be your room," he said as he jolted himself back to reality, "please, um, please make yourself at home." With that he turned and threw open the curtains filling the room with light.

Maria thanked him telling him it was very kind of him to take her in like this especially as he didn't really know her. The scruffy old man just stood there saying nothing, he just smiled a rather creepy smile. Nervously she smiled sweetly back at him before tipping her case over onto its back and kneeling down on the floor to unzip it. As she threw it open she could see her Aunt had managed to pack just about all of her clothes and the lovely girl began to take them out and place them up on the bed beside her. There was still an awkward silence for a few moments as she remained on her knees as she unpacked.

"I...I want you to make yourself at home my dear," said the old Priest as he walked around the bed and came to stand beside her. Maria thanked him as she continued taking everything out of the case. The grubby old Priest stood over her admiring her lovely long dark hair shining like silk as Maria rather nervously looked up into his eyes. She saw standing over her a Priest, a man that should be trusted. But the truth was the way he looked at her made her feel uncomfortable, she noticed his furtive glances around her body, and the silences as he seemed to drift off into a world of his own. Along with this was the fact that he was so old and ugly and in desperate need of a good bath. His smile revealed a mouth full of rotten stained teeth with ugly gaps between. His deeply wrinkled face gave away his advanced years along with the grey unshaven stubble around his saggy neck and chin. Even putting a comb through the straggly unkempt grey hair that half covered his balding head would have been something! But she had to trust despite all that he had to be a good man, after all he was still a man of the cloth, and besides what choice did she have?

He on the other hand still couldn't believe just how incredibly beautiful she was, she had a face that no man could help but fall in love with. So lovely young and fresh with eyes you could drown in and the look of an angel. But he was quickly distracted by something else, something far more exciting for an old man so long starved of female company.

As she removed things from her case folding them neatly the dirty old pervert had a perfect view of her spectacular cleavage. With every subtle movement her hugely impressive knockers would gently sway inside the straining white t-shirt. Instantly he could feel himself begin to sweat as his erection again began to grow uncontrollably in his ever tightening underpants. He didn't want to make it too obvious what he was doing but had to take a moment to enjoy the cock stiffening spectacle. He knew it was wrong, he shouldn't be thinking like this, but at the same time all he could think was how much he would love to reach down and take the beautiful huge things in his hands and gently squeeze them. He couldn't help wondering what they would feel like and could see each one would easily be far more than a handful, in fact it would probably take both his hands to accommodate either one of them...and he had fairly big hands!

His excitement was growing and he quickly realised he was going to have to leave the room before she looked up and saw the very obvious bulge forming a tent in his gown. Although with his imagination now working overtime he couldn't help but think that how kneeling there before him she was just the right height. Those soft full pouting lips looked so inviting and he couldn't help but imagine how it would be to slip his gristly old cock into that warm welcoming sweet young mouth of hers. But no he mustn't think like that! He had to remember who he was, it was so wrong to have such thoughts! So reluctantly he stepped over her opened case he quickly left the room.

After Maria had unpacked she went downstairs to find the old man sitting in an old chair in a surprisingly large kitchen reading a book. Still wearing the same short skirt and tight t-shirt she nervously asked if she could make him a cup of tea. "Oh that would be lovely, thank you," he replied. As she rummaged through the cupboards looking for cups the old man glanced over the top of his book for a crafty look at her. Still not quite able to believe that this hot girl had seemingly come from nowhere and was now suddenly staying with him he just looked on in amazement. He hadn't yet recovered from his earlier experience and couldn't help but lick his drying lips as he watched the movement of her incredible curves. She was a dream come true, he had never seen a girl like her, and as she stood sideways at the sink filling the kettle he again marvelled at the size of those lovely big and seemingly very firm breasts. His mouth began to water and he became more and more excited as he sat there ogling her, when he suddenly had a thought. He remembered there was an old teapot he never used in the cupboard under the sink, and so without hesitation the crafty old codger told her to get it out and use it. 

The pretty 18 year old crouched down and opened the cupboard door to get it. At first the old man thought his plan had failed, until she told him she couldn't see it.




A Foreign Exchange at Christmas. Ch. 02



"Oh, i...it might have been pushed to the back, it's definitely there!" he said grinning as he rubbed his stubbly old chin.

With that Maria, with her back to him, knelt on the floor and reached in feeling her way around the back of the cupboard. That was it he couldn't believe his luck, that short leather skirt had once again failed her! From where he was sat he yet again had a perfect view. On her knees and with her lovely cheeky young bum in the air as she searched in the cupboard she seemingly again had no idea of the display she was treating him to. With his cock still semi-erect it soon stiffened up to full hardness as he found himself staring once again at that narrow strip of white lace panties between her legs. 

"Oh, here it is," she said as she moved things aside and reached right to the back for it. 

The old pervert squeezed his cock as his mind again wandered and he imagined the one thing he knew he shouldn't. What a perfect position, perfect for the one thing he would have given anything for. He could just picture himself kneeling behind her pulling those panties aside and burying his frustrated erection straight into the welcoming wetness of that tight 18 year old pussy! He couldn't help himself, his imagination was taking over it was a position that looked just as if she was waiting for him to do just that! He could feel his throbbing cock begin to leak fluid into his already crusty old pants. If that wasn't enough because she had to lean down low he could see those lovely big boobs hanging heavy beneath her were actually brushing against the dusty old floor, it was all too much!

Then just as he thought he could take the torment no more she got back to her feet teapot in hand. As she made the tea she glanced over to him, quickly he pretended to be engrossed in his book. 

She came over with his tea and placed it on the table beside him and he looked up and smiled. Just as he was about to say thank you he noticed her white t-shirt had two dusty patches where her boobs had touched the grubby floor. "Oh my dear," he suddenly said as with some effort he pulled himself to his feet. "Just a moment," he told her as she went back to the sink, "look, you're covered in dust," he went on as she turned to face him somewhat confused. "Here allow me," he said seizing the opportunity as he reached up and went to dust her down. 

Momentarily confused Maria wondered what on earth he was doing. Then she felt his grubby old hands lightly touch her breasts. "What are you doing?" the dark haired beauty cried as she leapt backwards clasping her arms across her front. 

Thinking quickly the old man pretended to act surprised at her reaction, "I was only trying to help," he snapped, "look you're all dirty!" They both looked down at her chest, Maria realised he was right and instantly felt bad for straight away assuming the worst. The old Priest sensed this and played on it by acting annoyed, "what on earth did you think I was going to do?" he went on.

"I...I'm sorry," the pretty 18 year old said sheepishly. 

Of course the dirty old man was annoyed, but not because of Marias hinted accusation, but because he was being driven crazy by his desperation to have a feel of those bra busting boobs! They were right there! Thrusting out towards him so blatant and obvious how could she expect anyone not to want to get their hands on them? 

With another muttered apology sweet 18 year old said she was going back to her room and quickly left. 

For much of the rest of the day she stayed pretty much in her room thinking she would rather keep out of his way. She managed it in the main, although he was kind enough to cook an evening meal for her so she had to venture downstairs for that. She was now wearing a large thick towelling dressing gown that wrapped around her covering everything making her feel all warm and safe. 

The creepy old Priest was a little annoyed that he was being deprived of any sneaky peaks at her luscious curves, although with the belt tied tightly around her slender waist the outward thrust of her cheeky bum was still very obvious. To be honest no matter what she wore Maria could do nothing to completely hide her blatant sex appeal, even just the sight of her lovely face had a heart melting sexiness about it. 

For a couple of minutes the scruffy bedraggled old man just watched her eating, something that made the busty young girl become more and more self-conscious. Along with his heavy breathing she could hear the crackling of his throat as the stench of his breath drifted across the table putting her off her food. 

"The water should be hot enough if you want to take a shower," he suddenly piped up as she finished her dinner.

"Oh, thank you, yes I think I might." Maria had already thought ahead and checked that there was a lock on the bathroom door, so she knew there was no chance of him "accidentally" bursting in on her! Hurriedly she washed her plate at the sink and headed off back upstairs. 

The old man now in just his dressing gown spent the next hour or so pacing the floor with his mind full of all sorts of filthy thoughts about the gorgeous creature upstairs. He couldn't get her out of his mind all the unbelievable sights he had seen that day were tormenting him terribly. His old cock was in a permanent state of arousal as he closed his eyes and pictured that incredible view when she was up the ladder and again when she was kneeling on the kitchen floor. He had never in his life experienced such wonders. It was as if she had been sent to test him, and what a test it was! He also wondered if maybe he had got it wrong, in his twisted perverted mind he wondered if perhaps she hadn't been sent by the Devil, or sent as a test. Maybe she had been sent as a reward for his lifetime of service, maybe someone was looking down on him and thought he deserved this once in a lifetime gift. 

It was then he heard the bathroom door lock and the shower start up. In his curiosity he took himself off upstairs unable to resist the opportunity to have a quick look in her room. It all seemed very tidy with the exception of a small bundle of clothes on the bed. His heart instantly began to race as he realised it was the clothes she had been wearing that day. Without a moment's hesitation the filthy old pervert stepped into the room and quickly realised poking out from under her t-shirt was the unmistakeable white lace of her underwear. With his hands trembling reached down and tossing the t-shirt aside picked up the first of the two items. His eyes widened and he gulped heavily as he found himself holding her pretty white lace bra. "Oh God," he sighed as he opened it out before his eyes before instantly pressing it to his face and rubbing it in as he drew in the scent of her perfume. What a gorgeous thing it was, and the size of those cups!! He quickly looked at the label, "oh my dear Lord," he whispered as he saw the size...30FF. With the sound of the shower still running in the next room he couldn't resist reaching down and squeezing his swelling erection through his dressing gown. He 70 year old man licked his rancid old lips as he imagined her firm young breasts filling it completely. The lack of any padding confirmed that her breasts really were that huge, a true wonder of nature when compared to her fit slender frame...she really was a walking dream come true!

Knowing he didn't have much time he placed the bra back on the bed and picked up the white lace panties, the same white lace panties that he had had crafty glimpses of through the day. It was too much for a sex starved old pervert to withstand, he was shaking and sweating all over. He brought them close to his face and took the opportunity to do the one thing he had longed to do when he caught a glimpse of them earlier, he thrust his filthy old tongue out and slowly licked along the crotch. "Mmmmmm, oh God yes," he whispered as he pictured her wearing them. Salivating heavily he reached inside his dressing gown and into his pants and took hold of his throbbing erection. Again he sighed as he pressed them to his face and filled his nostrils with her unmistakeable feminine scent. 

He was now excited almost beyond control and knew if he wasn't careful events would take over and he wouldn't be able to prevent his churning balls from emptying themselves into his underpants. He moaned loudly as he slobbered all over the delicate pretty white lace. "Mmmmm, lovely, lovely," he sighed as he gripped his gristly old cock tightly in his fist. Just then he was jolted back to reality as he heard the shower turn off. With no choice and without a moment to lose he had to quickly put the clothes back as they were. Feeling extremely frustrated he left the room and scurried off back downstairs.

A few minutes later he heard the bathroom door open and then a few seconds later her bedroom door close. It seemed she had gone to bed he had to admit he was a little annoyed that she hadn't even said "good night."

That night was a very long and frustrating one for the mucky old Priest. Several times he walked along the landing and stood outside her door wrestling with the unbearable urge to just go in, the thought of knowing the gorgeous 18 year old was lying in bed sleeping just feet away was driving him crazy. Soon however tiredness got the better of him and with the stiffness of his dribbling cock finally subsiding he took himself off to bed and eventually drifted off to sleep. 

The following day was a little easier for the old boy as Maria stayed in her room for much of it. It seemed she had given up on repenting her sins by doing chores around the place. To be honest the Priest was too wrapped up in his own turmoil to even give it a thought. She eventually emerged from her room mid-afternoon, of course as always the dark haired beauty looked utterly stunning! As soon as she was heard clattering cups in the kitchen the Priest miraculously appeared in the doorway. Although she was a little more covered up than yesterday she really was a sight to behold.

He took a moment before she realised he was there to drink in the vision of loveliness before him. Her lovely long chestnut hair was gripped up on her head in a slightly dishevelled looking bun and with a few strands dangling down it looked kind of sexy. She had a chunky knitted cream sweater on that hung loosely from her huge outward thrusting boobs its shortness leaving some of her firm slender tummy exposed. She had on the same black leggings she wore the first time he saw her, the ones that seemed painted on. Perfectly they showed off her fit young thighs and perfectly sculptured ass cheeks leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. 

On her feet she wore fur lined suede ankle boots, the flat soled type that girls all wear nowadays. With Maria being just an inch shy of 5 feet tall the old man's heart melted, he just wanted to throw his arms around her and hold her. She looked just so unbelievably cute, so sweet, so lovely, but still beyond that just so dam incredibly sexy!! 

When she saw him standing there she again thought just how scruffy and dirty he was. With his grey straggly hair and his shoulders peppered with dandruff she wondered how hard would it be for him to just have a shower, or at the very least wash his hair. That bulbous pitted red nose still turned her stomach and as he spoke she couldn't avoid looking at his yellow stained teeth...he really was disgusting. The two of them exchanged a few polite words before the usual awkward silence took over. It was at that point that Maria took herself back off to her room wondering how long she was going to have to stay there.

Of course as she left the room the old man took full opportunity to drink in as much of her curvaceous beauty as he could. His eyes bulged as he watched the teasing jiggle of her huge jugs under that loosely fitting sweater, and as she headed out through the door he again marvelled at that unbelievably cheeky ass and the almost deliberate way she seemed to work it. Unable to resist he craftily watched her climbing the stairs thinking how she could probably crack walnuts between those unbelievably tight cheeks!

Throughout the day every time the Priest saw the buxom 18 year old his mind would wander off into a lust fuelled state of fantasy, he had never been so constantly aroused. Just a glimpse of her spectacular curves would, in no time at all, have his gristly old tool swelling into a full blown erection that throbbed and dribbled in his pants. He wanted so badly to touch her, and as the day wore on he started to wonder if there was any way that it might be possible for him to somehow achieve this. 

He knew she had already enjoyed having sex with a much older man, which was a positive start. He also knew she was in the country illegally and he couldn't help wondering if he could use that in some way, although he wasn't sure if he could go so far as to actually blackmailing her. The more he thought the more excited at the prospect of having his way with her he became. But in all honesty he knew deep down he was only dreaming, dreams don't come true, certainly not for ugly old men like him anyway!

That evening as they sat and ate their dinner the Priest broke the awkward silence by offering her a glass of red wine. Seizing the chance of a way to try and relax Maria surprisingly accepted his offer. Of course being an alcoholic meant the old man had an almost unlimited supply and wasted no time in filling her glass to the brim. She drank much slower with him getting through about three glasses to her one. But as the night wore on and they became more relaxed and the wine flowed more and more freely, the Priest started to realise she was getting a little drunk. As she watched some chick-flick on the television the old man saw an opportunity and every time she put her glass down he subtly topped it up.

By the time the film ended and she announced she was going up to bed it was fairly obvious that she was well and truly drunk. She stood up and held her head as she steadied herself by holding the edge of the table. The old Priest was of course better able to hold his booze and after taking a moment to once again have an ogle of her he too got to his feet to get her a drink of water. Returning from the kitchen with a glass he offered it to Maria telling her to drink it down otherwise she would be suffering in the morning. The pretty girl thanked him and as she gulped it down he took the opportunity to have a good look as she threw her head back and her huge tits thrust out before her under that loosely fitting sweater. From where he was standing the temptation to reach up inside her sweater and just grab them was overwhelming. As his eyes widened and he licked his salivating lips he was just about to throw caution to the wind when she suddenly slammed the empty glass down on the table. Before he could make any sort of a move she bid him goodnight and was gone.

What she didn't know was the glass she had just downed wasn't full of water, it was full of gin. To be honest the old man had no idea why he had done that, he had no plan, it just seemed like a good idea. From downstairs he could hear her moving around in her room before going into the bathroom, then after a bit more wandering around all fell silent and he figured she must have finally gone to bed.

The dirty creepy old man carried on drinking downstairs while pacing around with his head still full of thoughts of the lovely 18 year old. After about half an hour he downed his last glass of wine and headed off upstairs. As he crossed the landing he noticed her bedroom door wasn't fully closed and after standing outside for a few minutes debating what he should do the temptation got the better of him and he carefully pushed it open and slipped his head inside.

"Maria," he whispered quite loudly, "I...I just thought I would check if you're okay..." The room was in darkness, he couldn't see a thing. Again he called her name, but all he could hear was the sound of her softly breathing, she was obviously fast asleep. 

Trembling with a mixture of nerves and excitement he slowly pushed the door wide open flooding the room with light. As he approached the bed she was lying on her stomach covered with just a sheet across her as she slept soundly. Again he whispered her name, and again she gave no response. The old man stood there for a few moments unsure what to do, unable to resist the temptation he leaned forward and lightly stroked the exposed side of her pretty young face. Still she didn't move, he was wondering if she was in such a deep sleep that it might, just might, be something he could use to his advantage. Nervously he watched her for any sign of a reaction as he whispered her name again and gave her a gentle poke on the shoulder. Still nothing, the alcohol had clearly taken effect and as he looked along the length of her covered body he began to think all sorts of mouth-watering things. Still he wrestled with the thoughts that inevitably went through his mind. He knew he should do the right thing and just leave her in peace. But then just look at her! Opportunities like this rarely if ever come along, and for a 70 year old alcoholic with few if any redeeming features they simply never happen. 

What could he do, she looked so lovely sleeping there, he knew this was a once in a lifetime chance and if he didn't take advantage of it he would probably regret it for the rest of his days. Once more he said her name and with yet again no response the wheezing frustrated old man took the edge of the sheet and very slowly lifted it off her. His eyes widened and he drew a deep breath as he exposed her lying there in just a white vest top and white cotton panties trimmed with delicate lace. Gulping back the saliva that filled his mouth he dropped the sheet to her side and knelt down on the floor beside her. Unfortunately for him with her arms clasped to her sides and lying face down the one thing he wanted to see, her incredible boobs, were hidden from view. But what he could see was more than enough to compensate.

As his eyes roamed over her he brought his hand to his mouth unable to quite believe what he was seeing. With her lower back uncovered he stared with amazement at the steep climb from the inward arch of her spine up to the beautiful round hills of her firm young buttocks. Again he checked to make sure her eyes were still closed as he found himself unable to resist placing his hand on the small of her back. Her exposed bare skin felt as smooth as silk and with sweating trembling hands he slowly felt his way up that steep slope towards her incredible ass. Breathing heavily and with his eyes bulging from their sockets he watched as he felt his way over those lovely tight fresh cotton panties. He could feel his old cock now begin to throb in his underpants as his palm came to rest on one of her delightful cheeks.

"Oh my," he sighed as he spread his fingers wide and gently squeezed. He couldn't believe it, still she didn't stir, it was like a dream come true for a sex starved old pervert like him. Growing in confidence he leant forward and gently kissed her other teasingly round ass cheek. With increasing excitement he drooled over her lovely tight panties as he admired them at close quarters. With another quick glance to check she was till sleeping the salivating old pervert pressed his face against her gorgeous ass and began rubbing it against her panties kissing and licking them all over. He had never felt excitement like it as he freely began to fondle and squeeze her beautiful and, as it turned out, incredibly firm cheeky bum. 

Still she slept as he took the chance and his creepy old fingers felt their way down between her thighs pressing the white cotton fabric into the soft warmth of where he knew her pussy to be. He couldn't help himself from pulling the cord of his dressing gown and allowing it to fall open exposing his pasty decrepit old body. He wanted her so badly and without a thought for any consequences he took her right leg and bending it at the knee moved it into what looked like the recovery position. If she awoke he thought he could maybe try and use it as a way of trying to explain what he was doing as he was worried that she may have passed out. His real reason however was something entirely different he now had a clear view of her fully exposed panty crotch. He gasped for breath as without hesitation he gripped a cheek in each hand and unable to control himself he buried his face straight into the lovely 18 year olds most intimate place. 




A Foreign Exchange at Christmas. Ch. 02



Sweating and shaking all over he ran his slobbering old tongue up and down her panty gusset while filling his nostrils with the sweet smelling scent of her sex! He was now excited beyond belief and already he could feel his old cock oozing copious amounts of pre-cum. "Oooh lovely, lovely, mmmm, ooh yes so lovely," he groaned as he now made the most of the incredible situation he found himself in. He paused a moment to check she was still sleeping, unbelievably despite his manhandling of her she still didn't stir. The alcohol must have knocked her right out and the filthy old man wasted no time in getting stuck back in to her panty crotch. Hungrily he licked sucked and chewed on the white cotton fabric before inevitably he hooked his tongue around it and instantly tasted the unmistakeable sweet saltiness of her moist pussy. 

That was it he was in a state like none other he had ever experienced and unable to help himself he teased her panties to one side until he found himself looking straight at beautiful glistening pink lips of her sweet fresh cunt. "Oh God no," he sighed as he touched it with his grubby old forefinger before running it slowly between her juicy lips. Wide eyed and breathing heavily he gently pressed his finger between them and it slipped just inside. "Oh no," he whispered in disbelief, "oh my dear lord no."

He was shaking like a leaf and sweating profusely as he wormed his grubby old finger inside her. Still she remained silent and as he slipped it slowly in and out a thought came into his head! It was the most obvious thought, if he could use his finger then why not...?

He could contain himself no more. With events taking a much faster turn than even he would have ever expected he quickly pulled his baggy old underpants down and tossed them aside. Surely he wasn't going to, was he? His mind was in turmoil, he knew it was wrong, what was he doing? But a lifetime of celibacy was suddenly making itself known as he found himself clambering onto the bed between her parted thighs. Maybe he would just touch it with the tip and that would be enough! He thought that perhaps he would take himself in hand and sort things that way! He was so confused, the only thing he knew was he had to do something his pulsating dribbling old cock wouldn't wait much longer. 

But despite his knowing how wrong it was something deep within was driving him on. An animal lust that he had been struggling to contain all these years was finally going to have its way. There was nothing he could do, he knew he wanted it more than anything and so why shouldn't he, just this once!

With tears in his eyes and his arms locked straight he held himself up above her. She was just so gorgeous, one of Gods most beautiful creations, and he wanted her more than anything. He looked down and watched as his painfully stiff gnarly old cock moved closer towards its target. He couldn't believe what he was seeing as he drooled over the sight of her upward thrusting firm young ass with those pretty white panties stretched tightly across it pulled to one side.

Still in turmoil with himself he lay his dripping erection against the valley between those tight cheeks in the hope that it might be enough to satisfy his lust. With the sound of his blood pumping thumping in his head he slowly began to rub himself up and down against her panty covered ass. It felt so good and with his eyes rolling back in his head the dirty rancid old pervert could feel the slimy pre-cum oozing from his tip soaking into the clean white cotton.

"Oh God, oh God," he sighed as he looked down to see the unbelievable sight of his rigid tool rubbing up and down against her cheeky young bum. He knew he could shoot his load at any moment, but it wasn't enough, her pretty fresh tight young pussy was right there just inches away! He couldn't resist it, it looked so lovely and inviting and seemed to be crying out to him to make the absolute most of this one time chance! Slowly he dragged his pulsating veiny tool back and down towards its target, he couldn't help himself. 

Then it happened, he gasped as he felt his sensitive dribbling purple helmet nudge against the warm soft wetness of her pussy. "Oh God," he hissed as he rubbed it up and down against it a few times. He couldn't wait a moment longer, regardless of any consequences he knew he had to do it, there was no way he could not, it was beyond his control a hundred horses couldn't pull him off now!

"Oh my dear girl forgive me," he whispered. Then through gritted foul yellow teeth and with his watery old eyes bulging he watched as he drove himself forward. He let out a stifled groan as her lips yielded with surprising ease and his swollen purple bell-end suddenly slipped inside. "Oh you dear sweet girl," he sighed as he paused a moment revelling in the sensation before pushing further forward. Only now her tightness became apparent as despite some resistance he relentlessly drove himself into her. He again looked down and thought how it all felt like an out-of-body experience, it couldn't be happening, not to him! 

But it was and as Maria slept he ploughed forward still not quite able to believe it was really happening. The incredible sensation of her gorgeous tight wet pussy now gripping the full length of his shaft as he felt his balls come to rest against her felt like nothing he had ever experienced! 

The trembling sweaty old man took a second in the hope that he could gain some self-control and try and make the whole unbelievable experience last, at least for a few minutes. But it instantly became apparent that wasn't an option, he could feel his balls churning and sensed some leakage that was clearly more than just pre-cum. He had no choice it was now or never! He drew back before thrusting into her again. At the same moment he knew his heavy old balls were about to release their vast load, it was now inevitable it was all beyond his control. 

As rapidly as he could he pounded into her stifling a cry through gritted teeth as almost instantly he erupted with a thick torrent of steaming hot spunk that literally exploded into her. It was like nothing on earth as he felt his entire body twist and jerk in exultation, the relief of the release was mind blowing. The feel of her warm moist pussy enveloping his throbbing old tool was simply incredible as he thrust himself in and out of her over and over again. Every inward thrust of his gristly old tool expelled another load as he relentlessly emptied the contents of his long suffering balls deep inside her.

He sighed heavily as with his arms trembling he struggled to hold himself up above her. All too soon he felt himself coming to the end, it was all too quick and he wished he could have gone longer but after just a matter of seconds he was spent. It was hardly surprising considering the state he was in. For the moment his frustration was over and he had finally rid himself of the burden of his heavy load. 

With the sense of relief washing over him he enjoyed for a few minutes the sensation of his now spent cock pulsating inside her. It felt so lovely and the dirty old man couldn't resist lowering himself and kissing the side of her oh so pretty face. "Oh lovely, so lovely," he whispered, "mmmm you beautiful sweet girl." As he spoke he licked her cheek and sniffed her soft chestnut hair while he forced himself as deep into her as he could one more time to expel the final drops of his filthy spunk.

Soon there was no more and the old man gently lifted himself off her. He was still excited by her, something that was obvious from the partially swollen state of his still semi-erect member. But he knew he had been lucky, very lucky and he couldn't take any more chances. So he grabbed his grubby old pants and after using them to try and mop up some of the wetness he had left on the bed he scurried off to his room.

Surprisingly the old man slept like a baby and didn't awake until the sunlight came streaming into his room and he could hear the sound of birds singing outside. Unsure of the time he lifted his head off the pillow to check the clock. It was only then that he remembered what he had done last night. Was it a dream? No it wasn't! As he realised it had really happened a terrible feeling of both fear and guilt washed over him. What had he done? 

It was a feeling that only lasted briefly as he was soon overcome by something else. Just the thought of it excited him even more, rather than feeling satisfied the whole experience had left him even hungrier for the curvaceous beauty. He lifted the blanket off himself and looked down his horrible naked old body to see his cock as stiff as it had ever been. It clung to his hairy old belly pointing straight up at him. Throbbing and in need of attention it bulged with the thick veins that ran up and down its length, he wanted more, much more! Last night despite being the experience of a lifetime wasn't enough, not by a long way! This girl was driving him literally crazy!

He got himself out of bed and throwing his dressing gown on headed off downstairs. As he passed her room he saw the door was still shut and so he figured if she was still asleep she would hopefully be completely unaware of what had happened. 

Throughout the morning he was left pacing around the house waiting for Maria to appear. But there was nothing, no sight and no sound from her and after a while he figured she was possibly sleeping off a hangover. He decided to not make an appearance in the church today instead he just lazed around the house not even bothering to get dressed. The only person he saw all day surprisingly was actually Marias aunt. When he saw her at the door his heart skipped a beat as for a moment he wondered if she had called her. But no, she had just come to ask if the elderly Priest minded having her to stay for a couple more days as she had been visited again by the authorities still asking after her niece.

Of course there was nothing the dirty old sod wanted more, the thought of having her around for another few days filled him with such excitement. So after explaining that Maria was still asleep he said that he would pass the message on. Her aunt thanked the old man and left saying she would pop back after the weekend to see how things were. His mind again wandered to how he may be able to use this information to his advantage. He still didn't want to come straight out and blackmail her, but there just had to be a way that he could make use of it. As far as he was aware the pretty 18 year old had no idea that he even knew, all she thought was that he knew of her carry on with the old man she had confessed about and that her Aunt had just asked as a favour if she could stay a while.

It was mid-afternoon and the old man must have drifted off to sleep on the sofa because he was awoken by the sound of Maria coming down the creaky old stairs talking on her phone. From what he could hear he guessed she must have been talking to her aunt.

"Oh do I have to?" He heard her ask, "but I don't want to stay here any longer...oh, oh I see." There was a pause before she went on, "well I'm going into town in about 20 minutes, I've got an interview today, remember?" There was another pause before she spoke in her own language for a few seconds and then, sounding rather fed up said, "okay, okay yes okay, straight there and straight back, okay." There was another pause, "I suppose I have no choice...okay, speak soon, bye."

As she came into the room the old man pretended to be asleep still, he wasn't sure why but he was a little nervous over what had happened last night and still wasn't sure if she was aware of any of it.

Seeing him supposedly asleep Maria didn't want to wake him, mainly because it was just easier to not have to make conversation with the grubby old man. She felt okay, no hangover or anything despite the fact that she couldn't remember much of the previous evening. She did have a strange feeling however like she had dreamt about the old Priest but she couldn't really remember much of it. The other thing that puzzled her was just how horny she had woken up feeling obviously it couldn't possibly be down to any dream involving that dirty old bugger. But she could tell from the feeling between her legs when she awoke that whatever her dream was she must have really enjoyed it. But she did feel puzzled by it...

As she walked through the room to go and put the television on quietly the old Priest carefully opened an eye for a sneaky peak at her, of course when he saw he instantly opened the other. She was clearly dressed to go out in a rather short black and white small check skirt that fitted so tight it was almost obscene, especially with an ass like that! With her waist being so slender the outward curve of her shapely hips and phenomenal ass looked absolutely mind blowing especially all contained in the tightest sexiest little skirt imaginable. Then his eyes widened as she bent over to put the television on, he almost choked as he watched her ass unbelievably stretch the struggling garment even more! Instantly he felt his already semi-erect cock stiffen up, it strained against the constricting tightness of his underpants and quickly and subtly he had to adjust himself.

Then as she turned she noticed him wide awake and staring at her. It was as much as he could do to greet her with a "good morning," and keep his attention on her face. He knew he was failing miserably as he struggled to take his eyes off the fitted black blouse she was wearing, or more importantly what was inside it. Her huge tits looked absolutely incredible filling it out to the point that the straining buttons looked like they could give up the fight at any second! He still couldn't quite get over her she was simply the most amazing creature he had ever seen. Those curves and the way her beautifully fitted clothing showed them off had him completely mesmerised. 

He instantly realised though from seeing her standing there despite the fact that he had gotten some satisfaction the previous evening it wasn't enough, not by far. Rather than leaving him satisfied it actually had the opposite effect, he hadn't made full use of that body by a long way and his appetite for her was even more desperate than ever! Any inner struggle between the Priest and the man seemed to have been won by the man, the Priest had lost and his desperate animal urges were beginning to overwhelm him. She was just too much, he knew girls like this must exist somewhere but he had never encountered them, he had never been so lucky, she was a walking wet dream standing right there!

The pretty girl felt a little uncomfortable at the way he was staring at her and after a few moments of awkwardness she broke the silence by asking if he minded her putting the television on.

"Uh, n...no, no," he answered as he quickly re-focused his attention on her face. Every time she moved his concentration was taken by those incredibly beautiful big tits jostling with each other in the restricted confines of her blouse. As she turned and went over to the table for the remote control he found himself drooling over the sensual movement of her sexy bum in that tight skirt. He now had an all-consuming erection that was like no other, she was driving him mad!

After settling down to watch the television for a few minutes before going out Marias curiosity started to get the better of her. The more she thought the more she wondered about the previous evening. So after taking a while to pluck up the courage she eventually asked him about it. "I can't remember a thing," she told him, "but I had the strangest dream, or at least I think it was a dream." As she spoke the words out loud she suddenly found herself really questioning whether it was completely a dream or not. She couldn't be sure if the events she sort of remembered were in her head or whether in part at least they really happened. Her suspicions grew as she watched the 70 year old man's face redden as he struggled to find the words to answer her.

"Well?" Maria asked uncharacteristically abruptly, "what happened last night?"

"I, erm, well you erm..." he stammered. For whatever reason he couldn't just come out and deny it, he felt sure she must know something and he wondered if his best defence would be to admit it and say she wanted it and encouraged him in some way. It was all happening so fast and so when she raised her voice and again questioned him the grumpy old boy lost his temper and his instinctive reaction was to bark back at her telling her it was her fault for encouraging him. 

There was a moments silence as they both realised what he had just said. Instantly he wondered what on earth had he done and he quickly launched into a defence that involved blaming her for everything. 

What ensued was an argument that increased in both volume and anger and ended with the old man shouting. "Right! Well if I've done something wrong then we must go to the police!"

Without realising it he had just played his trump card and the effect was instantaneous. Maria fell silent and soon started back-tracking explaining that wouldn't be necessary and maybe she had got it all wrong. But sensing he had her on the defensive he continued with his insistence that if had done something wrong, something that she hadn't wanted him to do,then they should go to the police. 

He couldn't believe her reaction she was now agreeing that maybe somehow she was in part to blame. He quickly realised that she obviously had no idea that he knew about her being in the country illegally and from the way she tried to skirt around the whole subject of the police he knew she was scared. 

Knowing he was onto something the old Priest insisted saying that he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he thought he had taken advantage of her and she hadn't wanted it. So now the whole debate had changed, he was insisting that he was going to go to the police and tell them about the terrible thing he had done, and she was now desperately trying to tell him it wasn't necessary. 

Pretending he knew nothing of her illegal status as he could sense her increasing desperation to avoid the whole subject. In the end he got to his feet and, tying his gown tightly around his waist told her he was going to get dressed and go to the police straight away.

Being a Priest the naive 18 year old believed he was so distraught and racked with guilt that he was actually going to do it. She had to do something and as he went to leave the room she blocked his path. "No please," she said, "please sit back down, it...it wasn't like that." She was desperate and knew she had to somehow convince him he had done nothing wrong. 

The old Priest paused and looked her up and down, despite everything else that was going on he still had an overwhelming stiffness in his pants that was driving his thoughts. It was a stiffness that wasn't being helped by the sight of the busty beauty standing right in front of him. Pretending to be reluctant he did as she asked and sat himself down on the battered old sofa. Seeing the look of desperation on her face he pressed on with his act laying on thickly his feelings of "guilt." He told her that such a terrible thing deserved to be punished otherwise he wouldn't be able to live with himself. 

Maria had to do something, anything she might have to do now could never be as bad as the fate that may await her if she were to be sent back home. There was only one way out, one thing she could do to prevent him going to the police and saving herself from the unthinkable...she had to convince him he was right all along, she had wanted it. 

"Look," she said as she perched herself on the sofa beside him, "it's embarrassing for a girl like me to admit something like this, but, well you already know of what happened before."




A Foreign Exchange at Christmas. Ch. 02



The old Priest just looked at her puzzled, of course he really knew straight away what she was talking about.

"You know, the old man...my confession!"

"Oh I see," he said. He understood she was talking about her supposed liking for the older man, something he didn't believe for a second. He was under no illusion, he knew how he looked and knew there was no way on earth a girl like her would want to even be associated with someone like him let alone anything else. 

He looked at her with eyes bulging as she sat there beside him with her tiny black and white checked skirt stretching tightly across her lap showing a good portion of her lovely tanned young thighs. He could feel his mouth salivate as he admired her huge breasts trying to bust their way out of that buttoned up blouse. He was starting to get excited at the thought that she might just do anything to avoid the authorities. As she went on to explain he still maintained that he wasn't sure and asked if she was only saying this to ease his feelings of guilt.

"No, no, that's not it at all," she said as she started to become more and more worried that she wasn't convincing him. She knew she had to pretend she actually wanted him she had to make him believe it, despite the fact that he actually disgusted her to the point that she felt physically sick. She had to take some sort of control regardless of how vile and filthy and old he was.

The old man smiled telling her it was okay and she didn't need to say these things. As he did Marias stomach turned as he displayed a horrid smelly mouth full of rotting teeth. But she knew this was it, it was now or never, he had to be convinced she meant what she said. Seeing the beads of sweat all over his ever reddening face she moved a little closer and tugged on the tied belt of his dressing gown. "You seem very hot," she said softly as the belt released and his dressing gown fell loosely open. 

The sight that greeted the lovely Maria was exactly what she expected the pasty saggy white body of a 70 year old man covered in grey hair and wrinkles. Wearing nothing more than a pair of very old baggy whitish grey underpants he looked revolting. She could see straight away what was on his mind from the huge bulge that formed a tent in them, and with the damp patch near the tip she wondered for a moment if perhaps she had been tricked. But quickly she realised she had no choice other than to carry on it wasn't worth the risk if she was wrong. 

She continued the act and reluctantly placed her hand on the top of his hairy old thigh. She heard him draw a deep breath as her fingers reached around to the inside of it and moved slowly upwards. The old Priest just stared at her unable to believe what was happening. "Oh my dear girl," he whispered as he watched her sweet tender hand move slowly upwards until her delicate fingers brushed his heavy old balls through the skanky faded cotton. 

Maria looked him in the eyes, but his stare was fixed on her hand. As it slowly crept upwards across the bulge in his underpants she watched his eyes roll back in his head until she could only see the whites. He let out a long sigh as her hand came to rest over it and her fingers extended along its length. The old man had never felt excitement like it, he couldn't believe what was happening as her fingers gently wrapped around it. 

"Ooh that must be painful," she said softly as she began to fondle the pulsating hard thing through the grubby cotton pants. The old man could say nothing he had apparently momentarily lost the power of speech as Maria edged a little closer to him on the sofa. She could see him now looking at her chest his eyes looking like they could explode out of their sockets at any second. The silence was intense, it was as if neither wanted to say anything that might interrupt and stop what was happening. 

"Oh yes," the dirty old man groaned as the busty beauty gripped his throbbing member tighter and began to gently massage it feeling her way up and down its length. Still he stared at her huge chest straining the buttons of her blouse and Maria had an idea of how she might get things over rather more quickly. 

With the old Priests mouth now hanging open and the pooling saliva spilling over his bottom lip Maria knew she had to finish things soon before he tried to do something horrendous like kiss her...or even worse. So slowly she released the buttons of her blouse working from the top down. As she did the old man's face grew redder and he started to tremble uncontrollably as more and more of her spectacular cleavage slowly appeared before him. He couldn't believe his eyes as her blouse gave way to the outward thrust of her unbelievably huge young boobs in the sexiest bra he had ever seen. As they forced their way out into the open Maria spread her blouse open to expose them fully. The sight of her expensive looking bra made from interwoven black and purple silk and lace with her big firm breasts bulging from the delicate half cups was something he never in his wildest dreams thought he would ever see. 

"Oh my good Lord," he whispered as he instinctively reached for them. 

But Maria got there first and pushed his hand away with hers, "ah, ah, not yet," she said as she wagged her finger at him. 

"Oh look at them," he sighed as he licked his slobbering lips. "Oh they're so big, oh just look at them, oh you lovely girl," he whispered. He was just about to beg her for a feel when breath was suddenly taken away as he felt the gorgeous 18 year old slip her hand inside his underpants. The sensation was out of this world and he knew he could actually cum at any moment as he felt her soft cool fingers wrapping themselves around his hot throbbing gristly erection. It was all just too much. 

"Uuuuugh!" The old man groaned as she gripped it firmly and began to rub it up and down. "Oh God, God no!" the old man cried as he again reached for those phenomenal breasts in that lovely cock teasing bra. But Maria again swatted his hand away. "Uuuh, uh, uh, uuuh," he moaned in time to the rhythmic movement of her hand. Maria noticed his whole body seemed to shake and she knew he was already on the verge. He looked disgusting with dribble pouring down his chin and tears welling in his bulging red eyes. Perched on the edge of the sofa she crossed her legs causing her short skirt to stretch even tighter and ride even higher up her lovely smooth tanned thighs. The old man groaned his approval at the display as he struggled to take it all in. 

Maria knew exactly what she was doing and as she leaned in a little closer the old man's lurid stare moved back to her beautiful big breasts now gently moving with the motion of her ever quickening hand.

"Oh God, oh my dear God, oh yes, yes, yes!" Again he reached forward and this time the beautiful 18 year old didn't swat him away. With his hands just inches from their prize he hesitated for a second not quite able to believe what he was about to do. Slowly his fingers touched the delicate lace bra spreading wider and wider over her luscious mounds. His excitement was off the scale and as he placed his palms against them he could control himself no more. He sank his fingers into the unbelievable firmness of those lovely big breasts and cried out as he squeezed and groped them through her bra. "OH GOD, OH GOD YES, UUUUUGH, YESSSSSSSSSS!" They felt just out of this world, so full and 

. He couldn't believe it at long last after years and years of waiting, he finally had his hands on a pair of lovely big tits! Not only that but tits that belonged to the most beautiful 18 year old girl he had ever seen. It was all more than the old man could take and Maria suddenly felt his throbbing cock lurch in her hand as he started thrusting his hips up and down. She knew this was it and within seconds his underpants were suddenly full of dirty hot stinking sperm. "No! Oh no, no, no!" he cried. He hadn't wanted it to end so soon, he had only just started and wanted more, so much more. But his level of excitement was such that it was completely beyond his control. Despite his disappointment it did feel so incredibly good to have such a huge load pumped from his desperate old cock by such a sweet and beautiful girl. 

Maria was shocked at the speed but obviously relieved and wanting to make sure that was it she took the time to massage and pump his pulsating dirty old erection until his balls were completely rid of every last drop. Gasping for breath the old man muttered, "oh they're so lovely, oh yes, so lovely," as he continued to fondle and maul her huge boobs. After just a few more seconds Maria lifted her hand from inside his pants and felt a little sick at the sight of all the globs of this old man's thick creamy spunk strung between her fingers. Without waiting she stood up and headed off to the kitchen to wash her hands leaving the old man sitting there with his hands in the air where her breasts were moments before.

Still the dirty old sod couldn't take his eyes off her he could see her through the door standing at the sink washing her hands. With her tight little skirt still rucked up showing perhaps more than it should and her bra encased boobs thrusting out from her open blouse he found himself, not really surprisingly, still in a very excited state. She looked so incredible, those curves defied belief and all dressed up as she was he couldn't resist reaching down and giving his spunk sodden old cock a crafty little rub. 

As Maria came back into the room and threw him a cloth to clean himself up with, she thought it was all over. Imagine her surprise when she saw him with his hand in his pants blatantly playing with himself. She wanted to tell him he was disgusting but had to remember her act and the whole reason she had done this in the first place. As he took the cloth he pulled the frayed old waistband of his pants down showing the mess that had been created. As he started to clean himself up Maria got a shock to see he was still quite hard! She hadn't reckoned on the desperation of a sex starved old man who had been waiting his entire life for a moment like this, a moment that he never in his wildest dreams thought he would live to see. As he mopped up the spunky mess Maria wasted no time in telling him she had an appointment and had to go. The dirty old boy just watched her sexy ass leave the room as she went out to the hall for her coat. Without another word a few seconds went by before he heard the door slamming shut, she had gone out.

The elderly Priest just slumped back in the sofa and watched the television. Unable to think of anything else he had no idea what was on he was too busy going over what had just happened. He couldn't quite believe it, things like this just never happened to someone like him. Feeling quite lazy he just sat there staring into space not even aware that he had his hand inside his old pants gently stroking his ever stiffening cock. After a while and with a smile on his face he drifted back off to sleep his mind full of images of the gorgeous Maria. 

The next thing he knew he was waking up and several hours had gone by, something that happens more and more often at his age. Staggering to his feet the old man shrugged off his now crusty old underpants leaving them on the floor where he stood. Still with Maria on his mind he went and got himself a much needed glass of water. Standing at the sink the dirty old boy didn't even realise he was carelessly stroking his swelling erection while still thinking about what had happened earlier. 

The old man went back through and took a seat back on the sofa. As he made himself comfortable he heard the back door and Maria came back in from wherever she had been. She came into the room and taking her coat off lay it over the back of one of the dining chairs. There was an awkward few moments where neither of them spoke and Maria just stood there watching the television unsure what else to do. Of course all that the old Priest could do was drink in the vision of curvaceous busty loveliness standing before him in that short tight skirt and straining blouse. With a now full blown erection concealed under his dressing gown he threw caution to the wind and asked her to come and sit beside him.

He was quite surprised after what had happened to see Maria give him a rather disgusted look before announcing she needed to get something to eat. Her reaction to him threw the old boy for a moment but despite that he still couldn't help watching that cheeky bum sway in that tight skirt as she went back through to the kitchen. Of course he knew she didn't really find him attractive, but he had hoped she might continue pretending that she did. He was still in turmoil however and struggling to control the insatiable urges coursing through his clogged up old veins. He knew how lucky he had been so far to enjoy what he had, it was more than most could ever hope for, but he wanted more, so much more, he wanted to enjoy her entirely. 

His struggling with his urges was made all the more difficult as he watched her preparing herself a sandwich through the opened kitchen door. Those curves really did defy belief and no matter how many times he saw them he could never quite get over them, especially when emphasised by such tightly fitted clothing. 

Maria was fully aware that he was watching her the whole time and as she came through to sit at the table to eat she felt extremely uncomfortable. As she sat down she clasped the hem of her short skirt and crossed one leg over the other. She had no idea but the old boy was nursing a seriously throbbing hard-on, one that he was becoming increasingly eager to relieve. As the lovely 18 year old sat eating the 70 year old pervert couldn't take his eyes off that short skirt and the generous length of thigh he was being treated to. He even noticed every time she leaned forward to take a mouthful of her sandwich her huge round boobs were squashed against the edge of the table...God she was driving him crazy. 

Soon she had finished and the old boy was again treated to the sight of her incredible ass heading off into the kitchen. This time he got to his feet and with his eyes burning into her followed her through, with the ridiculously obvious tent in his dressing gown and hungry look on his face there was no doubt what he had in mind. As she put her plate into the sink he came and stood close behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders making her jump. Standing head and shoulders taller than the dark haired lovely the dirty old boy kissed her on top of the head, the intoxicating scent of her soft hair filling his nostrils. Maria just froze as he stroked her long hair all the way down her back. 

"Ooh you're so beautiful," he whispered into her ear. As he did his hand went lower and gripped that cheeky ass that he had been endlessly drooling over. "Oh God that's tight," he hissed as he filled his palm with one perfectly rounded cheek and gave it a hearty squeeze. It was then that she felt his erection digging into her lower back, and in a moment of panic she tried to break free. But at that instant he moved his hand to her waist and held her tight as his other hand reached around for her huge boobs. "Oh come on, please," he sighed as he started rubbing himself up against her. He was too strong and she couldn't stop him as he roughly groped them through her blouse. "Oh you know what you're doing," he chided, "look how big they are, ooh and so firm," he moaned as his dirty big hand mauled and massaged them.

His excitement was now at fever pitch and as the busty beauty tried to turn to escape his grabbing hands he somehow managed to pin her against the sink and thrust his hand up her skirt. 

"No!" Maria cried, "No, please, no!"

"Oh come on, you're driving me crazy," he replied as he puffed and panted all over her face trying to kiss her. Squirming and wriggling she tried to break free but he was so determined it was impossible, his hands were everywhere grabbing and groping her all over. "Oh yes, yes, oh come on," he again said as he continued to try and kiss her. 

Then suddenly in the struggle Maria brought her stiletto down on his foot causing him to jump back in pain. Before he could do anything she ran from the room and quickly headed off upstairs leaving him cursing and limping around the kitchen. 

But he wasn't done yet, he was now in far too aroused. Hearing she had gone straight into the bathroom the elderly Priest took himself upstairs too. He couldn't just leave things at that, he wanted to continue to make the most of this once in a lifetime opportunity. He didn't know how but he just knew something deep inside him was telling him he had to do something, he had to take the chance, it was now or never. 

Maria came out of the bathroom and as she entered her room she was shocked to see the old Priest sitting on the edge of her bed. Trying a change of track she started telling him she wasn't in the mood and he would have to leave, words he really didn't want to hear. "Look, come on," she continued in that increasingly sexy sounding east European accent, "I need to get undressed now!" These on the other hand were words he did want to hear.

"Oh stop messing around!" He snapped as without warning he reached out and took hold of her wrist pulling her towards him. Maria could see the state he was in from the look on his face as he stared straight at her huge boobs. She saw his eyes widen as they came closer and so she quickly grabbed his wrist with her free hand and sinking her nails in pulled herself free. As she quickly stepped back out of his reach she realised from the look of anger on his reddening face that perhaps that wasn't such a good idea.

"What was that earlier?" He snapped, "I thought you wanted it?"

"I...erm, I," she didn't quite know what to say as he continued his rant.

"I'm starting to get very angry with you young lady," he said rubbing his wrist, "now come here!" 

Maria did nothing she knew where this was all going to lead if she wasn't careful. Then she became more concerned as she saw the expression on his face change from one of anger to one of what can only be described as smugness. Still he eyed her up and down as he stood up and shrugged off his tatty old dressing gown. She felt sick at the sight of his now completely naked geriatric body, and if that wasn't bad enough she could now clearly see the state of his excitement. His gnarled old cock was as stiff as a board pointing straight at her. The shiny purple head weeping the clear slimy fluid building in those old balls hanging heavy in that dirty hairy old sack between his legs. He was disgusting and Maria knew there was no way she could pretend anymore, she would have to find another way of stopping him from carrying out his idea of confessing all to the police. 

But then things took a far more sinister turn, he said something that chilled her to the bone, something she hadn't seen coming.

"Do you think I'm stupid? Don't you think I know?"

"Know? Know w...what?" The busty 18 year old asked nervously.

"The real reason you don't want the police involved."

She looked puzzled, she had a good idea where he was going but didn't want to believe it.

"You shouldn't be here! You're in the country illegally aren't you?" She said nothing, she didn't know what to say. "Well I'm starting to think it's my duty to inform the authorities," he went on as he licked his lips with his gaze fixed on her incredible curves.

That was it! Maria's heart sank this was the very last thing she wanted. She quickly realised her aunt must have told him so he had to have known all along, the dirty rotten sod! She had to think fast, he now held all the cards and no matter what it took she couldn't allow him to turn her in. She knew she had just two chances, the first was to appeal to his better nature, but despite being a Priest she knew he didn't really have one. So she would have to resort to the second, the one that kept her out of trouble earlier even though it was a prospect that she really didn't relish the thought of. But it was either that or face the consequences of being arrested and almost certainly being sent back home to God knows what.




A Foreign Exchange at Christmas.



"Let's have another look," he said as he went to look through the spy hole again. This was just an excuse to lean in closer, and as he did he again touched her ass with his ever hardening erection. "Mmmmmmm perhaps I could let you hide here for a while," he whispered as he spied with one eye against the hole.

Maria felt physically sick, but she was too afraid to say anything. He obviously didn't care what she thought as he grew more confident and started pressing himself up against her. 

Still she did nothing knowing full well that in an instant he could open the door and hand her to the police. She could tell he knew she was trapped and the dirty old bastard was certainly making the most of it.

He let out a trembling sigh in her ear and it was now blatantly obvious what he was doing. He was now sure she could feel it and was surprised that she hadn't tried to stop him, this gave him all the encouragement he needed.

"Mmmmmm you're beautiful," he whispered as, without a care for what she thought, he started to grind his cock hard against her ripe young ass. He just could not believe she was allowing him to get away with it, her fear of the police was obviously greater than her fear of anything he might do.

"P...please stop," she begged him with a whispering voice.

"Stop?" Colin asked, "if you don't like it you can always leave." It was now clear that there was no way she was going anywhere. A million thoughts raced through his mind as he realised this was an unbelievable opportunity. An opportunity to finally get his hands on a hot and sexy young girl, something he had never in his wildest dreams thought he would ever do.

He decided to go for it, what could she do? He reached down with one hand and cupped her left cheek, it felt so firm and round as he began to fondle it. 

"Ooh you are lovely," he hissed as she allowed him to grope her ass all over. He slipped his hand lower so he could feel her silky smooth nylon covered thighs. His cock was now rock hard and as he felt his way up and down her thighs he caused the tightly ribbed sweater to ride up over her ass.

"Oh yes!" He hissed.

What a beautiful sight, her peachy bum tightly encased in black pantyhose, a vision made even more incredible by the sexy black lace panties she was wearing underneath. 

"P...please don't," she begged him as she tried to pull her sweater back down. But his groping old hands were now all over her ass, the feel of the nylon that coated it was so smooth and sensual, there was no way he was going to stop now.

He buried his face in her neck and started to kiss and slobber up and down it, this was too much and instinctively Maria pulled away. Again he placed his hands against the door either side of her trapping her where she was.

"Do you want me to get them in here?" He snapped. As he spoke he could see her momentary fight evaporate away. This was it, the dirty old pervert didn't care what she wanted, all he knew was he wanted her more than he had ever wanted anything in his life, and he was going to have her!

"I thought not," he whispered, his tone now sounding angry, "you just keep an eye through that door and don't worry about me!"

Still standing behind her as she reluctantly went to look back through the spy hole and with his cock sticking into her ass he slipped his grubby old hands around her slender waist. "Ooh you got huge tits," he continued as his hands roamed up towards them. This was just like a dream come true as he realised she wasn't going to do anything to stop him, instead she did exactly what she had been told, ignore him. 

Of course it was impossible to ignore him but she couldn't see what else she could do. His voice trembled as he took full advantage of her and carefully placed his hands on her breasts. "Oooh they're lovely, ooh you little tease," he went on as he took hold of them and began to gently fondle them.

He was amazed at how incredible they felt, so full and firm, truly amazing for such a huge pair, these were like nothing he had ever known, the stuff of fantasies. All the pretty 18 year old could do was just stand there as he began to squeeze them. She bit down on her lip as he massaged them in his grubby old hands squeezing them ever harder and harder. He didn't care, he was just loving the experience, never in his wildest dreams did he think he would ever have such a big young pair of tits in his hands. 

He twisted her head around towards him and tried to kiss her on the mouth but she resisted. He then took hold of her long flowing hair and pulled her head back, he twisted her head again and this time she had no choice other than to allow him to force his foul mouth over hers. She wanted to be sick, he was so old and disgusting, but she couldn't make a sound in case they heard her from the other side of the door.

With his lust now reaching fever pitch he tried to devour her mouth with his, forcing his tongue inside it without a care for whether she wanted him to or not. All the time this is going on he's humping up and down against her hot shapely ass, grinding his cock into it like a sex starved dog. 

He had never known such excitement as he groped and mauled her amazing young breasts. He knew he wasn't going to be able to control the desperation of his erection for much longer.

Still facing the door the beautiful Maria didn't know what he was doing as he suddenly stopped his assault on her mouth and dropped to his knees behind her. Until, that is, she felt him push his face into her ass. Salivating heavily he stretched his tongue as far as he could between her legs reaching for her nylon covered pussy, sniffing and snorting like a pig.

His hands came up the front of her thighs pulling them apart as he tried to force his head up between her legs almost lifting her feet off the floor. She stumbled forward and had to put her hands against the door to stop herself from crashing into it. Worried that they would hear the commotion outside she quickly checked through the spy hole. Her greatest fear was confirmed, a policeman outside seemed to be looking across the hall at the door, he must have heard something. Maria panicked, she had to keep the old man quiet, along with that she had to get away from the door to prevent any chance of either of them banging against it.

The filthy old pervert was excited beyond all self-control as he worked his way back up her body, feeling and groping it all over. All Maria could do was stand there in forced silence. 

"Oh God lovely.....lovely," he went on as he massaged her huge breasts over and over again. "Oh such lovely great big tits, oooh they feel so good."

Maria seemed oblivious to what he was doing, she was more concerned with the policeman outside who was now looking intently at the door.

She broke away from his grabbing hands and moved back into the room. She needed him away from the door but just then her blood ran cold as there came a gentle knock. A voice the other side quietly asked if anyone was there and if everything was okay.

Old Colin paused for a moment seeming to not know whether to answer the door or not. Maria looked at the horrible old man standing there now in only his vest, she hadn't realised that he had at some point dropped his boxers to the floor. This was a new experience for the pretty 18 year old virgin, she had never seen a mans erect penis in real life before, only in pictures. For a split second the shock of seeing it had her contemplating giving herself over to the police. But the thought only lasted a second, she knew the consequences of that would be far reaching and much worse than anything this old man may have in mind for her.

He placed his hand on the door handle, again it was a cruel joke just to see her reaction.

"No! P...please...n...no," she whispered at him. She had to do something fast as there came a second gentle tap on the door.

"L...let me touch it, p...please," she suddenly asked, "p...please I want to feel it." The old man was shocked to hear her words, her sexy foreign accent adding an excitement extra dimension to things. There was no doubt what she was talking about and a wry smile came across his old face.

"Into the bedroom then," he ordered pointing to the door behind her.

Maria had no choice so she turned and walked through to the room. He followed her in and flicked the light on as he closed the door behind him.

She now knew she was completely trapped, there was no way out of this situation and she had a fairly good idea what she was going to have to do.

With his heart pounding and his blood racing his excitement became just too much. Unable to control himself he lunged at her causing her to fall back on the bed with him on top. He was like a beast possessed as he kissed her hard forcing his tongue inside her mouth. He moaned and groaned as he slobbered all over her and Maria could do nothing as she felt him tugging her pantyhose down.

"Wait wait!" She cried as she tried to struggle free. To her surprise he stopped and looked at her as if he couldn't understand what the problem was. She felt sickened by the sight of him salivating from the corners of his mouth, he was just so old and disgusting and she couldn't believe this was happening to her.

"L...let me take them off," she quietly said knowing full well that if she didn't do it her clothes would be torn to shreds.

The old man licked his lips as he lifted himself off her. He grabbed a few pillows and made himself comfortable on the bed, as he did he opened the bedside drawer and took a tablet out and put it in his mouth.

Maria thought nothing of it, he was clearly very old and obviously he must be on some sort of medication.

The truth was Colin had a supply of "special" blue pills, the sort that help an old wanker like him enjoy himself for hours.

He lay on the bed looking revolting in just his old vest. His erection stood up stiff and hard it's tip all swollen and covered in wet slimy pre-cum. He just lay there with his hands behind his head watching her. Reluctantly she slipped her boots off followed by her pantyhose. As she undid the wide black belt from around her slender waist she heard the old man muttering his approval over and over.

Then came the moment she had been dreading, she took the bottom of her sweater dress in her hands and peeled it off over her head.

"Oh fuck me!" Colin exclaimed as his mouth fell open and his eyes bulged from their sockets.

The sight of this sweet and tender 18 year old in such pretty feminine matching black lace half cup bra and panties was just too much. Her flawless skin looked as smooth as silk, and the firm fullness of her huge cleavage swelling from her perfectly fitted bra had him drooling like never before. 

He reached out, beckoning her to get onto the bed along side him. His hands seemed to tremble, in fact his entire body shook with excitement. Maria could see the affect she was having on him, not least because his cock seemed to constantly twitch and jerk all on its own while clear fluid dribbled from its tip.

She climbed onto the bed next to him and sat facing him with her legs curled up and a hand on the pillow beside his head for support. His eyes seemed to grow as her breasts came closer and closer to his face until they were hovering just in front of it. She rested her other hand on her thigh unsure what to do next.

The old man lay there with his mouth wide open saying nothing as he just stared at her incredible tits in their beautiful fine lace bra. He seemed to be taking the moment to just look at them, admire them, stunned into silence at having such wonders right before his eyes.

He let out a long trembling sigh as he brought his hands up to them, pausing for a few seconds not quite touching them. It was as if he was savouring the moment, taking his time to make the most of it. 

"Ooooooooooh God yes........" He hissed as his fingers lightly brushed over them. Maria felt a tingle run through her body as his creepy old fingers felt their way over the smooth skin of her cleavage and the sensual black lace of her bra.

"Oooh m...my cock, t...touch my cock...please," he almost begged her. 

She knew exactly what he meant remembering what she had said out by the door. There was no getting away from it, she had to do it.

She lifted her hand from her thigh and reached over to it. After a moments hesitation she gently placed her hand on it and folded her soft delicate fingers around it.

At the same moment he pressed his palms against her tits and sunk his fingers into the firm flesh. As he squeezed them her cleavage grew, swelling upwards from her bra to within an inch of his face. That was all it took, he couldn't hold back a second longer and as Maria tightened her grip around his hyper sensitive cock he jerked like someone having some kind of a fit.

"AAAAAAAAAAGH!!!" He cried out as his entire body went into some sort of spasm and his legs started to thrash around, "WANK ME!.....OH FUCK WANK ME! YES YES YES!!!". He instantly buried his face into her tits kissing licking and sucking them all over. Unbelievably this was the first time Maria had had a mans cock in her hand but she could see his desperate state and she seemed to instinctively know what to do.

The instant she started to massage her hand up and down its length a huge fountain of hot thick spunk launched from the gristly old thing high into the air leaving a trail of sticky rope behind it as it landed on the pillow beside his head. Maria had never seen such a thing as another followed then another and another. All the while the dirty old pervert was moaning and groaning as he thrashed around on the bed like a maniac feasting on her tits as if his life depended on it.

The pretty virgin was amazed at what was happening, he must have been so desperate, and even yet as she continued to squeeze his cock more spunk still poured from it covering her hand.

Eventually he released her from his grip and slumped his head back onto the pillow letting out a much needed long sigh of relief as he did.

Maria let go of his cock and wiped her spunk covered hand on the bed sheet. The experience had left her feeling sickened and all she wanted to do was get out of there. She climbed from the bed and went to pick her sweater up from the floor.

"What you doin'?" The old man grumbled.

As Maria stumbled for an answer he threw his legs over the side of the bed and sat up on the edge of it.

"You're not going anywhere."

She just looked at him, her eyes widened with fear.

The old man continued,"we need to check if they're still out there first, don't we?" 

She felt some momentary relief at the thought that it may be over and she wasn't a prisoner, it looked as if she may be able to leave if the coast was clear.

At that the old man told her to wait where she was and got to his feet. He had to take a moment to steady himself as his old legs were still shaking from what had just happened. Carefully he went through to the hall to check the spy hole. As he peered through he could see that it looked like the police were leaving and in a few minutes she would be able to leave, something that he really didn't want. 

He didn't need to think too hard before deciding what to do next. His cock was still rock hard, partly thanks to the pill he had taken, but mainly due to this incredibly beautiful stranger. He wasn't about to settle for the hand job she had just given him, all that had served to do was to take the edge off things a bit. Now he was in a position to enjoy her fully, and that was exactly what he intended to do.

He returned to the bedroom and whispered that they were still out there and one was standing right outside the door. He closed the bedroom door as quietly as he could adding to the pretence, and as he turned to look at her he could see that she clearly believed him.

"Now where were we my lovely," he went on as he pulled his old vest off over his head. 

Maria felt sickened by this revolting old man now standing before her completely naked, his frail old body looking every bit it's seventy plus years. He licked his lips and looked her up and down, she couldn't help but notice his cock was still as stiff as ever. The filthy old pervert then took it in his right hand and started to play with it right in front of her. 

"Take your bra off and show me your tits," he said as he stared at her chest like someone in a trance.

She looked nervously around the room unsure what to do. "Or if you would rather leave, the doors there, feel free," he went on.

She knew she had no choice as she reluctantly reached behind herself and unhooked the fine lace garment.

"Ooh yes go on go on," he anxiously told her as his eyes widened while continuing to play with himself.

As the straps slipped from her smooth young shoulders she held the cups in her hands for a few moments.

"Go on....let me see," he drooled as he stared hungrily at them.

He let out a long sigh as she allowed the bra to slowly slip away. As they appeared before him he couldn't believe what he was seeing, such perfection. They were so big and beautiful, their youthful firmness defying the laws of gravity. Her nipples stiffened in the cool air, they pointed straight out towards him like cherries ripe for the picking. 

"Oh yes, let me touch them," he went on as he reached his frail old hands out to them. He pinched both nipples and started to roll them around between his fingers, as he did he could feel them getting harder as they instinctively grew bigger. Maria let out a gasp as he pinched them hard and pulled on them.

He smiled at her reaction, they were clearly very sensitive and so he couldn't resist stooping down and taking one in his mouth and sucking on it as hard as he could. The poor girl could do nothing to stop them betraying her as he chewed on it while massaging the one breast with both hands. His vile tongue flicked it over and over as he held it tight between his gums. Despite her protests Maria's body continued to betray her, and as the dirty old man continued his relentless assault she could feel her pussy begin to moisten.

The old boy knew exactly what he was doing and after a few minutes he released her and ordered her back onto the bed and told her to spread her knees apart. As she lay down on her back in just her sexy black lace panties and her legs apart he took a moment to admire her, never did anything look more inviting.

He clambered onto the bed between her parted feet and placed his hands on the inside of her thighs and gently pushed them further apart. He couldn't help himself as he went down and sniffed at the crotch of her panties like the old pervert he was.

"Mmmmmmmm lovely," he murmured as he ran his tongue along the fine lace pressing it against the folds of her pussy. His excitement began to grow as he licked and slobbered more and more all over her panty crotch. All Maria could do was look up at the ceiling and pray that it would all be over soon.

The old man opened his mouth over her mound and pressed her panties between her pussy lips with his tongue. Grunting and groaning like a pig he feasted on her most intimate area. He could tell she was getting turned on, whether she liked it or not, as her panties were getting noticeably wetter and wetter. He moved up and started sucking her clit through the black lace, he noticed her body jerk as she gave out a stifled moan. This was it, he licked sucked and kissed on it, her panties were now soaking and the old man eased his finger under the edge of her crotch and started to worm his way between her lips.

It was so tight, yet so very wet. "Ooh yes you dirty little bitch," he groaned, "you fuckin' love it." At that he rammed his finger in deep and started to finger fuck her as fast as he could.

The lovely 18 year old virgin had never experienced anything like it, her head was in a spin. She was confused, why was her body reacting this way, she shouldn't be enjoying this, but then she couldn't help it it felt so good. 




A Foreign Exchange at Christmas.



Now the disgusting old man had pulled her panties aside and his tongue had joined his finger in its assault on her delicate pussy. He was amazed at how wet she was and knew he couldn't wait any longer, he had to fuck her!

Suddenly he positioned himself over her with his arms locked straight so he could look down over her gorgeous body.

"Ooh play with them fuckin' tits.......go on!" He didn't need to tell her twice as Maria brought her hands up and she started to massage her massive boobs. "Oh fuck yes, look at that, LOOK AT THAT!" The sight before him was one he had only ever dared dream of, he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

It was then that he pushed his throbbing erection against her wet pussy lips. He let out a huge long groan as he forced it into the tightness of her virgin cunt. 

The sheer excitement was all over his ugly contorted old face as he pushed himself in ever deeper. It felt like nothing he had ever known. Despite being soaking in her juices it was still so incredibly tight that he had to pull back a little every time before he could push it in further.

Soon he was up to the hilt, and started ramming away into her faster and faster, his old cock being gripped tighter than it had ever been.

"Oh fuck yes, fuck fuck fuck!" He cried as he pounded into her with sweat running off him.

This was not the way Maria planned to lose her virginity but she couldn't help the feelings racing through her body. The feel of a mans hard cock buried deep in her pussy was more amazing than she had ever imagined it to be. Sure he was an ugly dirty old man and she was a beautiful 18 year old who could have her pick of any man she wanted, but this was how it was and it was happening now, and his cock did feel good.

The old man collapsed on top of her and started to slobber all over her face and mouth. Maria didn't want that and so pushed his head down to her tits as she took them in her hands and fed them to him. As he sucked and chewed on her nipples she felt her juices increase and so she drew her knees up towards her shoulders to allow him in even deeper. He plunged in and out of her over and over again, every time he thrust into her she felt his old balls slam against her ass.

Suddenly he wrapped his arms around her and rolled over onto his back so she was now on top. She raised herself up so her huge tits were dangling right above his face. He wasted no time in going to work on them, groping and squeezing them with his hands while he sucked and chewed on them with his mouth.

Maria now found she was loving it and started to ride up and down on his cock. This didn't go unnoticed by the old boy who reached behind and grabbed her peachy ass and squeezed her cheeks they bounced up and down.

Just then Maria started to moan loudly and, with her eyes closed, her movement got more and more frantic. She suddenly sat up straight grinding herself hard against him, his cock buried in her right up to the hilt. He just lay there watching in total awe as she squeezed and massaged her tits with her hands clearly in the throws of an orgasm. Her entire body shuddered as she let out a shriek and shouted something in her own language. She thrashed around on top of him for a few more moments and at the same time the old man felt fluid pour from within her all over his balls.

Soon she calmed and he just looked at her with a grin on his face. Just then he pulled her face down to his and said, "you enjoyed that didn't you." Then without giving her a moment to gather herself he kissed her hard on the mouth and started ramming his cock into her hard and fast like a piston.

"N....no...no m....more," Maria begged as he mercilessly powered into her.

"Mmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmm he moaned as he kissed her hard and rough, his tongue exploring deep inside her sweet young mouth. "Oh fuck I'm coming I'm coming," he cried. His hands were all over her feeling every gorgeous part of her fine body as he thrust himself in and out of her tight wet cunt like a man possessed.

"YES YES AAAAAAAARGH YES!!!!" At that moment he felt his balls tighten and his spunk thunder up through his cock and straight into her waiting pussy. Load after load emptied into her as the old man wrapped his arms around her and held her tight. His body jerked and twitched with every expulsion of his hot sticky seed. 

He continued to hold her tight until he had squeezed every last drop he had to give into her. Then all too soon he released her from his grip, he had no strength left in his body.

Maria took this as a sign and after waiting for a few more minutes she carefully lifted herself off him. His now limp cock flopped out of her hole followed by a small torrent of fluid.

She got to her feet and went to look out through the spy hole in the front door, the coast was clear. At long last she was able to leave...