My admission-
Back to school next week and one of the first things on an agenda is the old "what did you do this summer?" Keeps them busy on their first day back and usually rowdy and over-active. My senior class knows me since I taught them last year, but my Juniors are getting the first look at Mrs.G- it's obvious that the rumors about me have circulated. The "does she really hook up with guys" look is written all over their faces. It's honestly exciting to walk around the room and watch their eyes follow my tits (I seldom wear a bra, so my nipples are generally visible... and become erect and hard when they're stared at.
I have received essays of the "summer" question that leave little doubt what their memory and motive would be more suited for Penthouse Letters. But this isn't about their responses, this is what good ol' Mrs.G,, the fucking slut of the school, did this summer. Perhaps in another post I will write of some of my students' responses.
My summer secret: that's no longer a secret. It wasn't that guarded a secret even during that week in North Wildwood (NJ). My husband and I rented a motel suite for a week where we could be without the prying eyes of our family. My husband and I checked in, changed and hit the beach. It was later afternoon when we hot-footed across the hot sand to an open spot among other blankets staking out their territories. My husband usually sits in a chair under an umbrella while I stretch out in the sun. Bob enjoys the views and can get hard checking out other hot bodies- young sweet tits, big bouncy boobs, wonderful young cocks outlined in skimpy bikinis- Bob is bi and we often are interested in the same bulge. He is also on watch for anyone showing an interest in me. I'll sit up so that he can point out guys who appear to enjoy checking me out. It's good on my frail ego to still be able to hopefully cause a swelling to make them uncomfortable. Slightly exposing my areola over my bikini top and laying on my back with my legs spread invitingly apart helps a lot. I become excited and hope they can see my camel-toe.
The afternoon ended with grabbing our blanket and umbrella and headed back to our place. It was our first day, so we showered and went out for dinner, shared any interesting happenings on the beach. We finished our dinner and had a few extra drinks as dessert and walked backed along the beach, still talking and sexually hot recounting those that should be on top on me while Bob masturbated watching. After stopping a few times to kiss and enjoy feeling our bodies together, we found a sand dune and fucked. Bob loves me telling him of my sexual times with my many partners, but that night it was recounting the guys on the beach who I hope will be there the next day. He knows it gets me so hot when he tells me about cocks he'd loved to pleasure. I crashed as soon as we walked into our place I crashed on the sofa. I woke up from Bob calling my name in a husky voice- I knew what I was going to see. Standing across the room was Bob masturbating looking at me. I love men using me to jerk off and as always, I ended up fingering my clit and using three fingers on my other hand to fuck myself. We both came with me telling my husband who and what I need and would have that week.
Bob plays golf every day and leaves around 9 (he makes advanced tee times) and wouldn't return until around 3 in the afternoon. It gives me plenty of free time to truly enjoy my vacation. When my husband finally returns half-in-the-bag, knows he'd find me on the beach or hopefully, on our sofa or living room floor having loud, hard sex. If he can't find me either in place he knows I'm likely in another motel room. Our week, as you probably suspect, is organized to revolve around sex. I always have sex at least twice each day and hardly ever with the same person (except for Bob). We are very fortunate to have found each other- we both share the same view that sex and love need not intersect. "Fuck me like you just picked me up from the street and treat me like a whore" is how I need my sexual partner to use me. My husband seldom joins and sit watching and stroking waiting for his chance to use another's cum to lubricate me for his pleasure. He is into having sloppy seconds, or sloppy last fuck if there are more guys. Bob promotes my promiscuity and often solicits men to use his wife.
The first morning began as usual, When my husband left I would shower, have coffee followed by a few stiff vodkas and orange or tomato juice- the breakfast of champions- that is whores, Bob would have rolled a few chubby joints and left them for me. One before I went out and some to attract attention on the beach. A stoned older bitch with a wedding ring is an aphrodisiac for men of all ages- especially if she spreads her legs to entice. Since I am sure that I will end up with one of the young cocks, I find it very "vaginally moisturizing" and enjoy teasing and playing with their minds before I let them catch me. So you don't have to ask or imagine- yes, I will sometimes walk away with more than one erect, throbbing cock. This time it was a single, young fellow.
As I was laying and sunning myself advertising, someone put out a blanket next to me and apologized for flipping any sand. This day I remember often and masturbate knowing I had crossed taboo lines that morning. I make it a practice never to exchange full names, addresses, phone numbers, or anything else person- I am simply Karen or any other name I am called or asked to use (often mom, mommy, grandma, or aunt someone). I usually see a sparkle when I tell them I'm a teacher and often any role play changes. I can feel and urgency and spasms when they ask and want confirmation that I'm really a high school teacher. I can feel their reaction- the thrusting and ramming becomes much stronger as if they are punishing me for a failing grade. I love men that have a need to get even with someone by using me very roughly- I want them to take their revenge on me. Bob gets off hearing me being called every vile, humiliating, filthy ting- he'll egg them on which usually results in a wild, rough, mean fucking. Needless to say what happens when in the midst of their using and punishing me, my loving husband tells them that they should fuck me up my ass.
Back to my blanket neighbor: when I took a good look, the sun was in my eyes, I saw he was young with a very smooth and fit body. He had long blonde hair and my interest increased every minute I laid next to him. When I would glance over, I always caught him looking at me. I finally began a conversation and found he was staying with his parents- but he hardly sees them, and he doesn't have a curfew (which made him seem younger than he appeared). I never ask personal things like age and I'm sure I would never be attractive to anyone too young. And anyway, if I asked. he'd likely lie like most men who want to make themselves younger or older than they are. And since I noticed he had no wallet. so I couldn't ask for proof. I did notice he was hiding an erection; I see that behavior often in my classes. I did get a quick look and saw he likely was interested in pursuing a conversation, so I began remarking about things like the weather, heat, crowded beach- nothing more exciting for the moment. I commented that he seemed to be in college, which he didn't correct. He was trying to be suave and adult- I especially recall his pointing at my rings on my left hand and asking if I was married. I appended that I was a teacher that appeared to cause him to asking at least three times whether I was "really" a schoolteacher.
When he wasn't looking, I adjusted my bikini to reveal my bush and almost totally exposing one of my nipples. I noticed others were noticing, which only added to my excitement. I wanted to play with my young and enjoy watching his sexual thoughts rising up. I slowly moved our conversation into more personal things and began introducing sexual comments that could be taken as innocent. I was getting near sunburnt and was sitting under the umbrella with my knees up and my bikini bottom had slid over "accidentally" revealing one of my labia. I remember how excited I became feeling the edge if the bikini in my slit and pressing against my clit. My young friend noticed and couldn't look away. I had enough of the games. They were fun but the time had come to take action.
His eyes finally rose and looked at me- I leaned forward and in a whisper asked if he had ever fucked an older, married woman. I didn't wait for a response and said that it was time that he did. I told him to follow me if he would like to fuck one then. I would have needed counseling if he hadn't jumped up Walking over to our place I noticed he was obviously struggling with what to call me. Of the choice of Karen or Mrs.G, I got my wish when he chose the Mrs.K. Something about that turns me on.
Within a very few seconds of closing the door I was on my knees sucking his cock. I had hardly begun when he grabbed my head and shot his cum into my mouth. I was surprised he came so quickly and could tell he was embarrassed and wanted to leave. I grabbed his hand and told him to stay for a bit and we could talk. We shared a couple of joints- he quite obviously was not virginal in that regard. We were sitting on the sofa and I slid my hand down and pushed his bikini so that he growing cock popped out. This time we both stripped and went to the floor. I recall having two explosive orgasms- he held off with my help for a fairly long time until he said he was going to cum and tried to pull out to ejaculate, but I grabbed him and told him I wanted his sperm inside of me. He was wonderful.
He and I sat on the sofa and shared the last joint when the door opened, and Bob walked in. I had timed it perfectly. My sweet boy - jumped up and began to stammer- Bob put his hand up and stopped him by saying it was fine and he wasn't in any trouble. He asked whether he had enjoyed fucking his wife- the k** just nodded yes about four times. The three of us were standing, Bob was the only one not naked and I saw my husband's gaze go down onto an impressive flaccid cock that I was sure Bob wanted to see that hard and useable, whereupon he asked if he would like to fuck me again. After asking whether Bob was serious and did he want him to really, honestly fuck me. Bob then took both of us by his hand and guided us into our bedroom. He dropped our hands and walked over to a chair and began taking his clothes off,and told him to go head and use me like a whore and ended by saying I was a pig and use me.
It was a truly magical day. I felt very well used, my lover was very thankful and when I asked, he said he would like to see me the next day. He used me twice after that. Bob got to fuck me with the k**'s double load inside of me and cleaned up very well afterwards. Our new friend watched and marveled at my husband and I sharing the cum. When the door closed Bob looked at me, :14?" and I honestly responded that I wasn't sure. THAT IS MY ADMISSION.
Writing this, it occurred to me to wonder what my young friend's essay on his summer was like.
I have received essays of the "summer" question that leave little doubt what their memory and motive would be more suited for Penthouse Letters. But this isn't about their responses, this is what good ol' Mrs.G,, the fucking slut of the school, did this summer. Perhaps in another post I will write of some of my students' responses.
My summer secret: that's no longer a secret. It wasn't that guarded a secret even during that week in North Wildwood (NJ). My husband and I rented a motel suite for a week where we could be without the prying eyes of our family. My husband and I checked in, changed and hit the beach. It was later afternoon when we hot-footed across the hot sand to an open spot among other blankets staking out their territories. My husband usually sits in a chair under an umbrella while I stretch out in the sun. Bob enjoys the views and can get hard checking out other hot bodies- young sweet tits, big bouncy boobs, wonderful young cocks outlined in skimpy bikinis- Bob is bi and we often are interested in the same bulge. He is also on watch for anyone showing an interest in me. I'll sit up so that he can point out guys who appear to enjoy checking me out. It's good on my frail ego to still be able to hopefully cause a swelling to make them uncomfortable. Slightly exposing my areola over my bikini top and laying on my back with my legs spread invitingly apart helps a lot. I become excited and hope they can see my camel-toe.
The afternoon ended with grabbing our blanket and umbrella and headed back to our place. It was our first day, so we showered and went out for dinner, shared any interesting happenings on the beach. We finished our dinner and had a few extra drinks as dessert and walked backed along the beach, still talking and sexually hot recounting those that should be on top on me while Bob masturbated watching. After stopping a few times to kiss and enjoy feeling our bodies together, we found a sand dune and fucked. Bob loves me telling him of my sexual times with my many partners, but that night it was recounting the guys on the beach who I hope will be there the next day. He knows it gets me so hot when he tells me about cocks he'd loved to pleasure. I crashed as soon as we walked into our place I crashed on the sofa. I woke up from Bob calling my name in a husky voice- I knew what I was going to see. Standing across the room was Bob masturbating looking at me. I love men using me to jerk off and as always, I ended up fingering my clit and using three fingers on my other hand to fuck myself. We both came with me telling my husband who and what I need and would have that week.
Bob plays golf every day and leaves around 9 (he makes advanced tee times) and wouldn't return until around 3 in the afternoon. It gives me plenty of free time to truly enjoy my vacation. When my husband finally returns half-in-the-bag, knows he'd find me on the beach or hopefully, on our sofa or living room floor having loud, hard sex. If he can't find me either in place he knows I'm likely in another motel room. Our week, as you probably suspect, is organized to revolve around sex. I always have sex at least twice each day and hardly ever with the same person (except for Bob). We are very fortunate to have found each other- we both share the same view that sex and love need not intersect. "Fuck me like you just picked me up from the street and treat me like a whore" is how I need my sexual partner to use me. My husband seldom joins and sit watching and stroking waiting for his chance to use another's cum to lubricate me for his pleasure. He is into having sloppy seconds, or sloppy last fuck if there are more guys. Bob promotes my promiscuity and often solicits men to use his wife.
The first morning began as usual, When my husband left I would shower, have coffee followed by a few stiff vodkas and orange or tomato juice- the breakfast of champions- that is whores, Bob would have rolled a few chubby joints and left them for me. One before I went out and some to attract attention on the beach. A stoned older bitch with a wedding ring is an aphrodisiac for men of all ages- especially if she spreads her legs to entice. Since I am sure that I will end up with one of the young cocks, I find it very "vaginally moisturizing" and enjoy teasing and playing with their minds before I let them catch me. So you don't have to ask or imagine- yes, I will sometimes walk away with more than one erect, throbbing cock. This time it was a single, young fellow.
As I was laying and sunning myself advertising, someone put out a blanket next to me and apologized for flipping any sand. This day I remember often and masturbate knowing I had crossed taboo lines that morning. I make it a practice never to exchange full names, addresses, phone numbers, or anything else person- I am simply Karen or any other name I am called or asked to use (often mom, mommy, grandma, or aunt someone). I usually see a sparkle when I tell them I'm a teacher and often any role play changes. I can feel and urgency and spasms when they ask and want confirmation that I'm really a high school teacher. I can feel their reaction- the thrusting and ramming becomes much stronger as if they are punishing me for a failing grade. I love men that have a need to get even with someone by using me very roughly- I want them to take their revenge on me. Bob gets off hearing me being called every vile, humiliating, filthy ting- he'll egg them on which usually results in a wild, rough, mean fucking. Needless to say what happens when in the midst of their using and punishing me, my loving husband tells them that they should fuck me up my ass.
Back to my blanket neighbor: when I took a good look, the sun was in my eyes, I saw he was young with a very smooth and fit body. He had long blonde hair and my interest increased every minute I laid next to him. When I would glance over, I always caught him looking at me. I finally began a conversation and found he was staying with his parents- but he hardly sees them, and he doesn't have a curfew (which made him seem younger than he appeared). I never ask personal things like age and I'm sure I would never be attractive to anyone too young. And anyway, if I asked. he'd likely lie like most men who want to make themselves younger or older than they are. And since I noticed he had no wallet. so I couldn't ask for proof. I did notice he was hiding an erection; I see that behavior often in my classes. I did get a quick look and saw he likely was interested in pursuing a conversation, so I began remarking about things like the weather, heat, crowded beach- nothing more exciting for the moment. I commented that he seemed to be in college, which he didn't correct. He was trying to be suave and adult- I especially recall his pointing at my rings on my left hand and asking if I was married. I appended that I was a teacher that appeared to cause him to asking at least three times whether I was "really" a schoolteacher.
When he wasn't looking, I adjusted my bikini to reveal my bush and almost totally exposing one of my nipples. I noticed others were noticing, which only added to my excitement. I wanted to play with my young and enjoy watching his sexual thoughts rising up. I slowly moved our conversation into more personal things and began introducing sexual comments that could be taken as innocent. I was getting near sunburnt and was sitting under the umbrella with my knees up and my bikini bottom had slid over "accidentally" revealing one of my labia. I remember how excited I became feeling the edge if the bikini in my slit and pressing against my clit. My young friend noticed and couldn't look away. I had enough of the games. They were fun but the time had come to take action.
His eyes finally rose and looked at me- I leaned forward and in a whisper asked if he had ever fucked an older, married woman. I didn't wait for a response and said that it was time that he did. I told him to follow me if he would like to fuck one then. I would have needed counseling if he hadn't jumped up Walking over to our place I noticed he was obviously struggling with what to call me. Of the choice of Karen or Mrs.G, I got my wish when he chose the Mrs.K. Something about that turns me on.
Within a very few seconds of closing the door I was on my knees sucking his cock. I had hardly begun when he grabbed my head and shot his cum into my mouth. I was surprised he came so quickly and could tell he was embarrassed and wanted to leave. I grabbed his hand and told him to stay for a bit and we could talk. We shared a couple of joints- he quite obviously was not virginal in that regard. We were sitting on the sofa and I slid my hand down and pushed his bikini so that he growing cock popped out. This time we both stripped and went to the floor. I recall having two explosive orgasms- he held off with my help for a fairly long time until he said he was going to cum and tried to pull out to ejaculate, but I grabbed him and told him I wanted his sperm inside of me. He was wonderful.
He and I sat on the sofa and shared the last joint when the door opened, and Bob walked in. I had timed it perfectly. My sweet boy - jumped up and began to stammer- Bob put his hand up and stopped him by saying it was fine and he wasn't in any trouble. He asked whether he had enjoyed fucking his wife- the k** just nodded yes about four times. The three of us were standing, Bob was the only one not naked and I saw my husband's gaze go down onto an impressive flaccid cock that I was sure Bob wanted to see that hard and useable, whereupon he asked if he would like to fuck me again. After asking whether Bob was serious and did he want him to really, honestly fuck me. Bob then took both of us by his hand and guided us into our bedroom. He dropped our hands and walked over to a chair and began taking his clothes off,and told him to go head and use me like a whore and ended by saying I was a pig and use me.
It was a truly magical day. I felt very well used, my lover was very thankful and when I asked, he said he would like to see me the next day. He used me twice after that. Bob got to fuck me with the k**'s double load inside of me and cleaned up very well afterwards. Our new friend watched and marveled at my husband and I sharing the cum. When the door closed Bob looked at me, :14?" and I honestly responded that I wasn't sure. THAT IS MY ADMISSION.
Writing this, it occurred to me to wonder what my young friend's essay on his summer was like.
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