The Exchange Student, Day Three.
By Madcat
A young man battles a beautiful exchange student.


Sunday started on the bright side for young Ken. By the time he rolled out of
bed the sun blazed high in the sky. He checked to see that he still wore his
thong briefs. No nightmares invaded his slumber that night but he wanted to
make sure that no one else had either.

His nose detected the warm scent of food. Only when Ken stood up did his body
remind him of the multiple beatings he suffered yesterday at the hands of the
beautiful exchange student currently living at this house. He limped into the
bathroom for a quick pit stop before heading down stairs and confronting the
female terrorist who lived in the room next to his.

"Bonjour," she said as Ken hobbled in the kitchen. "I made you breakfast in
honor of our new relationship."

Renee handed him a glass of OJ and kissed him lightly on the lips. Her firm
breast touched his arm and his raging hormones. She wore her usual Sunday
outfit, pink panties and a matching undershirt. As much as he despised her and
everything she had done to him, Ken could not deny his overwhelming physical
attraction for the beautiful French girl.

"Wow, thanks," he said a little surprised. She totally confounded him. She
turned nasty when he least expected it but could also be very affectionate. He
sat down and attacked his bacon and pancakes.

"Do you want to wrestle a little after breakfast? I might even let you win."
Renee asked.

"Well. OK," Ken replied hesitantly. He really didn't want to wrestle girls
anymore but the boy understood who called the shots. He looked up from his
food just in time to catch one of her sexy stretches. Her arms shot up and her
full bosom thrust outward. Outlines of brown nipples poked thru the fabric of
her shirt. Ken felt his thong start to bulge.

They chit chatted for a couple minutes as he wolfed down the last of his food.
The conversation turned to their amazing sexual encounter yesterday afternoon.
She congratulated him on his performance and stamina. No boy had ever
outlasted her. He wanted to point out the bizarre nature of the event but
decided against it. If she wanted to belief him to be a legendary lover so be
it.

"Well are you ready for me?" Renee asked.

"Huh?"

"A-r-e y-o-u r-e-a-d-y to wrestle?"

"I'll never be ready to wrestle you." He said, getting out of his chair. "But
lets get it done."

She grabbed his arm and led him to the middle of the family room. Renee
reached down and squeezed his rigid manhood, pleased that the diminutive thong
could no longer contain its potent size. "Good luck, mon chéri. Show me what a
big strong man you are."

There the combatants locked arms and began their first of many falls. Renee
forced the boy to the ground and straddled his shoulders, planting her warm
mound across his face.

"I thought you were going to let me win," came a muffled voice from between
her legs.

"You are going to have to try harder if you want to beat me." She teased and
got to her feet.

He did try harder. His food began to digest and a natural competitiveness came
out as the boy made one last attempt to exert some authority over the upstart
female. Ken would have been happy with just one win and a couple of times he
did get close. But every fall ended with his lips pressed against her panties
in a classic display of female superiority. Despite Renee's friendly attitude,
she still wanted to dominate him and the wrestling gave her the perfect
opportunity. Much to Ken's dismay, his body responded to her not so tender
touch. He fought the entire time with a raging erection that refused to
surrender even though he did many times.

The last round started with the girl already pinned. Ken said, "go," and she
quickly powered her arms off the ground against his tired muscles. He did all
he could to keep her down and avoid the ultimate humiliation of a total
reversal. But Renee threw him off to one side and got to her knees. Ken jumped
on her back and tried to ride her down. His hands found her wonderful globes
and squeezed gently. But his pleasure ended abruptly. The girl shrugged him
off again and stood up.

Now the two faced each other on equal footing. Ken knew he was doomed but
attacked anyway. They clasped hands and engaged in a one sided game of mercy.
In seconds, she forced the fatigued boy to his knees and smiled down at the
defeated male.

"Submit," the victorious girl commanded. After 10 victories she had
demonstrated her total mastery. Now Renee wanted to have a different kind of
fun.

Ken wanted the same thing. He just started to surrender as the doorbell rang.
The two kids looked at each other in disbelief, then ran upstairs to get some
clothes on. Ken threw on a robe and popped back down to answer the door.

Mrs. Smith stood on the porch with a concerned look on her face. The thirty
something woman lived across the street and was a good friend of Ken's mom.

"Hi Ken, I was out jogging and decided to pop by. Your mom wanted me to check
on you guys while she was away. Are you OK?" she said to the boy. He looked
like a truck ran over him.

"I'm fine." He replied.

"Can I come in?"

"Sure."

Mrs. Smith entered and began to check the place out. Her instincts told her
that something was wrong here and she intended to find out. "Where's Renee?"

"I'm here, Madame." Renee said as she bound down the stairs in her usual
fashion.

One look at the girl told Mrs. Smith everything. Renee's hair appeared
unbrushed and her sweaty top hung provocatively off her chest. The older woman
had disturbed a couple of young lovebirds. Ken's mom had been foolishly naïve
to leave these two alone together.

"Ken, would your mom approve of you fooling around in her house?" Mrs. Smith
asked directly. She never shied away from competition.

"We weren't fooling around." Ken blurted out.

"Don't lye to me boy." The older woman crowed.

"He is not lying, madame. We were wrestling and I always beat him. He just
hates to admit it." Renee chimed in.

Mrs. Smith turned to Ken. "Is that true?"

He hung his head in shame. Ken would have been happier with the fooling around
thing. The humiliated boy just nodded.

His sullen demeanor told Mrs. Smith everything. "Wow, I'm sorry guys. I never
suspected that you were wrestling. It is hard to believe that a girl can beat
a big boy like Ken here."

"Would you like to watch us?" Renee queried.

"Well, OK," said the older woman hesitantly. Her instincts told her to squash
the idea but she couldn't help herself. She had to see it for herself.

Ken belatedly took his position in the middle of the floor. He didn't want to
wrestle anymore and certainly not in front of an audience. But he also knew
that Renee got everything she wanted. Things seemed to go better for him when
he just went along. Unfortunately, he did not see the train wreck coming.

The combatants circled briefly before Renee rushed in and grabbed the lapels
of his robe. He countered ineffectually by holding on to her steely arms.
Renee twisted Ken left and right in a display of superior female strength. Her
tactics briefly confused Ken. He knew she had many more effective weapons in
her arsenal. But as his robe began to loosen up, things became clear. The girl
wished to remove his robe and make it appear as an accident. Ken didn't want
to parade around in front of neighbor wearing just his thong. As his robe
began to gap provocatively, he went for broke and tried to break Renee's hold.

The boy took both his arms and threw them over the girl's fists. This placed
his weight against her hold and limited her movement. But as usual, Renee
seemed to anticipate his moves. She released one hand and moved around behind
him. He had inadvertently placed himself in a position facing the audience. In
a brazen move, Renee ripped open his robe before placing him in a reverse bear
hug.

Mrs. Smith watched Ken's demise with utter fascination. Part of her wanted to
rush in and save the stricken boy from this female bully, but another part of
her longed to see the beautiful girl pin the helpless male. When his robe
opened, the older woman almost fell out of her chair. Ken's potent tool stuck
out of his skimpy underwear. Her instincts screamed do something. Instead, she
sat rooted in her chair. Mrs. Smith suffered from an extreme case of marital
sexual neglect and she began to feel long forgotten sensations.

Ken's robe hung precariously off his shoulders but it no longer mattered. His
secret was out. So, when Renee picked him up and dumped him on the floor, he
discarded the robe and attacked his opponent. He knew the fastest way out of
this mess was to lose.

The ferocity of his assault surprised the overconfident female and drove her
back to the wall. But Ken lacked the strength to pin her arms. Renee had
plenty of time to bring her foot up and plant it on her chest. Then she kicked
out and flung the hapless male across the room.

He landed on his back right in front of Mrs. Smith. Much to his shock, her
hungry eyes devoured every inch of his man flesh. This whole bizarre situation
panicked the young man and he struggled to his feet. But he was too late.
Renee stood over him ready to pounce. He put out one hand to keep her at a
safe distance. His female foe grabbed his arm and twisted it painfully behind
his back. Then she forced him to turn and face his adoring audience.

Renee felt Ken's resistance fold so she put little pressure on the arm lock.
"See, I told you I could beat him."

The helpless man had never felt more humiliated as he kneeled before the older
woman. Losing the fall to his pretty housemate was only part of it. His thong
had shifted badly during his woman handling and now his manhood stuck out like
a giant flag pole. He could not bear to look her in the eye.

It took a few seconds for Mrs. Smith to find her voice as she tore her eyes
away from Ken and looked at the victorious woman. She was drenched in sweat
and her pink top clung like a second skin to her chest. Two hard brown nipples
adorned her heaving bosom. Both of these kids had become highly aroused.

"That's, that's great Renee. But you, you kids should not be wrestling like
this. Its not appropriate." Mrs. Smith stammered.

"But we are not kids anymore. We are both 18. What is wrong with having a
little fun?" Renee asked sweetly.

"Well, well, I still..," the older woman tried to respond.

The quick witted French girl was one step a head of her. "Do you want to try
wrestling him? It is great fun."

"That's, that's probably not a good idea."

"Come on, Ken would love to wrestle a beautiful woman like you. Is that not
right, Ken?" Renee punctuated her remark with a painful twist of his arm.

The helpless male wanted nothing to do with further mixed combat. But Renee
had successfully reminded him who was in charge. "Sure, that would be great,"
came his jilted response.

Mrs. Smith recognized the coerced nature of his answer but didn't really care.
He seemed to be enjoying himself. Plus, she no longer saw Ken as a neighbor
kid. She now saw him as a full grown man, a very full grown man. And that was
something she needed right now.

"OK, I'll give it a shot." Mrs. Smith said while marching out into the middle
of the floor.

"Give me a minute to rest." Ken said as Renee released him. He quickly tucked
his manhood back into the thong as best he could. Ken felt awfully
uncomfortable in his thong around these fully clothed females. For a moment he
considered running up and grabbing a pair of shorts. But he knew Renee would
not allow it and he decided not to give her an excuse to exercise her
authority.

Instead, he scoped out his new competition. Mrs. Smith could best be compared
to a brick out house. She stood only 5-2 but had to weigh upwards of 140 lbs.
The older woman had battled a weight problem since birthing her last child 4
years ago. She exercised constantly but never lost the excess pounds. A silky
pair of red shorts covered her powerful hips and a black sports bra encased
her massive bosom. Ken had never noticed her wonderful breasts before but they
had to be at least a D cup. In fact, he now saw her cute face and short blonde
hair as highly attractive.

Ken then recognized that while he scoped out his competition, she was doing
the same thing to him or at least parts of him. This made him more self
conscious about his lack of attire. "Let's start," he wheezed.

Renee cleared out of the way and the two combatants came straight at each
other. Ken wanted to end this match with a quick victory. Wiping the floor
with this naughty old woman would do wonders for his damaged ego. He
incorrectly assumed that he was bigger and stronger than her. Actually, the
two weighed about the same but Mrs. Smith worked out on a regular basis.

She immediately showed him the error of his ways as the two locked arms. For a
second they stood motionless in the middle of the room in a test of power. The
woman put her head down and began slide the male back. He tried to dig with
his legs but he just slid faster. Finally, she overcame his upper body
strength and turned him around. Mrs. Smith had her quarry in a reverse bear
hug. Ken trembled with fear and exhaustion as he tried to escape her embrace.
After running her hands all over his virile young body, she picked him up and
threw him on the floor.

Unbelievable! The pretty little neighbor lady from across the street seemed to
be even stronger than Renee. Ken knew he would have to come up with something
fast or he would face a humiliating defeat at the hands of yet another woman.
She looked strong and confident as he gazed up at her. But he also noticed a
hint of hesitation in her eye that he never saw with Renee. Mrs. Smith didn't
know what to do next.

The male came in low and fast, never bothering to get fully to his feet. He
impacted her thighs and yanked up her legs. Now it was the woman's turn to
fall on her butt. Ken scrambled on top. It looked like he may get his quick
victory after all. But try as he may, he could not force the stronger female's
shoulders down. His fatigued muscles quickly collapsed from exertion. Then Ken
felt her heavy thighs wrap around his midsection.

She could feel his hardened manhood pressing against her most sensitive spot.
Using her legs Mrs. Smith held him even tighter and let forbidden pleasure
ripple out of this exquisite contact. For a few seconds Ken stopped resisting
and stared down at her pretty blue eyes. The two shared a wonderful moment of
male/female understanding. Unfortunately, it scared the young man as he felt
an overwhelming and unstoppable tide of sexual delight. Ken had no intention
of shooting a load all over his neighbor. He twisted around and unlocked her
ankles.

The male got to his hands and knees but could not stand. An hour of one sided
mixed wrestling had taxed his body past the limit and the near climax moments
ago left him disorientated. He didn't resist when two strong female arms
wrapped around his midsection and hoisted him to his feet.

She didn't know exactly what to do at this point. Mrs. Smith had not wrestled
since childhood. But then again, the wrestling match appeared to be over as
Ken no longer resisted her. So she held him from behind and began to explore
his youthful body. Then the older woman made a small mistake. She could not
resist allowing her left hand to fall just enough to contact his wonderfully
rigid member. Almost reflexively, she wrapped her fingers around the throbbing
shaft. The confused male interpreted this development as being fondled against
his will and an insult. His foolish pride, which had taken a beating all
weekend long, roared back to life. He struck back as best he could with an
elbow to her eye.

The blow temporarily staggered the female and Ken escaped her hold. He spun
around only to face an enraged housewife. She slammed a fist into his stomach
and as he doubled over she grabbed his neck with her other hand. Then the
woman drove him back into the wall. He hit the same place he impacted
yesterday and the wall disintegrated around him.

Mrs. Smith lined up another punch but Renee jumped into to save her new
boyfriend. "Stop! Merci!" the French girl shouted as she pushed the older
woman back.

The housewife stopped for a second and let her fury subside. "Renee, go
upstairs for awhile. I need to talk to Ken alone."

Renee looked at Mrs. Smith for a long second wondering if her darling would be
safe in the hands of such an aggressive female. She also wondered if she could
take the older woman. Perhaps sometime but not now. The two females locked
eyes and Renee understood. She retreated upstairs for a well deserved shower.

Ken watched the Renee leave with a sense of relief. Sanity had returned and
this demonstration of female power would end. Perhaps, Mrs. Smith would give
him a quick lecture and let him go. The hungry look in her eye told him
differently.

He realized how wrong he was when the woman reached up and unzipped the front
of her sports bra. Her massive melons spilled out as she tossed the bra aside.
They had to be the biggest pair the young man had ever seen. But she didn't
stop there. Her shorts and panties disappeared in one fell swoop revealing a
nicely trimmed blonde patch. Ken froze in place against the wall. It didn't
look like she wanted to talk.

But Mrs. Smith had no time for fooling around. She grabbed the waist band of
his thong and led him into out of the plaster rubble. This time Ken didn't
resist. In fact he welcomed the latest development. He too needed relief in
the worst way.

With a flick of her wrist Mrs. Smith removed the last vestiges of his clothing
and Ken took it from there. He knelt before his female conqueror and gently
kissed and nuzzled her most intimate area. The pleasantly surprised woman
followed his lead and led him over to the chair. She sat down and spread her
legs. Ken, still kneeling, kissed her powerful thighs and slowly teased his
way forward. Mrs. Smith began to moan and shake as soon as he hit pay dirt.

The married lady had never before experienced this sort of stimulation. Within
a couple minutes the young master rocked her world. While the oral thing felt
great, Mrs. Smith had her eyes on the big one and would no longer be denied.
She pushed the male back roughly and straddled his sexy little body. The woman
bent over and kissed him passionately before impaling herself on his ready
shaft. Unlike his previous experience, Mrs. Smith grabbed his hands and placed
them on her big fat breasts.

Ken moaned like a girl in sexual ecstasy as he squeezed the woman's giant
globes. Her big brown nipples alone seemed larger than Renee's entire breast.
He knew not why, but the two lovers connected on a deep and primal level. The
older woman's frantic pace better matched his and Ken did not feel resentful
or controlled. In any case, they both quickly reached thunderous climaxes.

They never noticed the prying eyes at the top of the stairs. Poor Renee fought
back tears as she watched her lover's intense reaction to the other woman. Ken
had given Renee the most wonderful sex of her entire life. But he seemed like
a cold fish compared to his actions today. The French girl vowed to get even
with the fat American cow.

Mrs. Smith left in a hurry after kissing her young lover goodbye. Ken limped
upstairs hoping to get his own hot shower. He paused briefly at the top step
as he smell Renee's coco body wash. But Ken cared not as he started the
shower. After a long while under the soothing water, the boy went back to his
bedroom and crawled into the sack.

When he awoke, he saw the angry face of his father yelling something about a
wall. But Ken didn't care. His weekend of female domination had finally ended.