15 comments/ 94210 views/ 84 favorites The Teacher and The Beach By: IndieScoundrel A warm breeze passed into his room as Kyle stretched out on his bed and despite everything he tried he couldn't fall back asleep. He looked over at the clock and noticed that it wasn't even 8 a.m. yet and groaned a bit. He enjoyed the breeze since the resort's air conditioning was faulty at best, but he didn't enjoy the slow pounding that was going on in his head. He stood up slowly, the covers falling away from his naked body. Kyle was 21 and had slept naked for several years now, finding it to be much more comfortable. He picked up a bottle of water and drank half of it on his way to the washroom and after a quick shower he looked at himself in the mirror. He stood at a decent height, around 5'9, had short and messy light-brown hair, a thin and smooth athletic body, and in between his legs his 9 inch cock hung down. He reached down and rubbed it a bit, remembering a few of the girls he'd danced with the previous night, but having drank too much, and since it was the first night, decided he'd try and get some sleep instead of making a fool of himself. That and he could barely put two words together at the time. Still, despite being a decent decision, it still left him feeling very horny this morning. Right now the hangover was masking it a bit, but as the day went on he only knew it would get worse. He figured that a good walk and maybe a swim would help out for the time being, and since it was still early he imagined that most of the beaches would be pretty empty. He'd also wanted to explore some of the more remote beaches and thought that this was the perfect time to do so. Thirty minutes later he found himself swimming back towards a nice cove that he'd found. The water was a little cool, just enough to leave him feeling refreshed as he walked out of the water and picked up his towel, rubbing it over his body. He'd only worn some light blue boarding shorts, and right now you could see the outline of his cock, though he didn't notice. Kyle was too busy enjoying the sun and the breeze and was lost in thought for the moment when he heard a familiar voice. "Kyle Woodsworth is that you?" Kyle turned to the right and was incredibly surprised to see his former high school english teacher. "Mrs Hall?" he said. "It is you," she said, a smile forming on her pretty freckled face. "I guess it is a small world after all." "I guess so," Kyle said, and felt a little self conscious standing in front of his old teacher in only boarding shorts. She didn't seem to mind and for Kyle would later congratulate himself on not letting his jaw drop right away. Even in her early forties Mrs Hall was incredibly beautiful. She was somewhat short, around 5'2, with red hair and a curvy body. She was also wearing a simple black bikini, the top of which held her impressive D-cup breasts, and Kyle had to quickly look up to keep from staring at her. "Kyle?" she asked and he realized a little too slowly that it was for the third time. At least he hoped it was the third time. "Yeah, I'm sorry," he said sheepishly a bit. "You just surprised me a bit. I wasn't expecting to see a friendly face." "That makes two of us," she said. "Are you here for Spring Break?" "Yeah, came down with a couple friends from College," he said. "Ah, and where are they right now?" she asked. "Sleeping, or hungover, or both, probably," he said. She laughed a bit. "Enjoy it while you can," she said, "because soon you'll find yourself old, going to bed at night and lying next to someone who's already gone to sleep while you stare at the ceiling for a few hours." Kyle smiled at this but wasn't exactly sure what to say. "Oh," she said, "now I'm sorry. That was a bit of an overshare wasn't it?" "It's alright," Kyle said, "though I would not call you old. You look better in that bikini than all of the younger girls that are here." She smiled at that, her face going a little red, before saying, "I appreciate that, I really do, even if it isn't true. Anyway, why are you up so early?" "I guess I couldn't sleep," Kyle said. "I take it you're here with your husband Mrs Hall?" "That's right," she said as she settled down on her beach towel, which was large enough for two, and motioned for Kyle to do the same, which he did, sitting just a few inches away from her. "By the way, you can called me Samantha," she continued, "that Mrs Hall really makes me feel old and like I'm back in school, teaching." "That why you and your husband came down here for Spring Break?" Kyle asked. "Yep, the husband wanted to do something to make 'us' feel young again," she said, snorting a bit, "but I can already tell that the real reason he's here is to stare at a bunch of coeds." "I can't see how he would with such a beautiful wife," Kyle said. He was starting to feel a little uncomfortable, hearing his former teacher talk about her husband, and put that up against being so close to her and already being horny and he could feel his cock stir a bit as his eyes travelled over Samantha's body. If she noticed his wandering eyes, she didn't say anything, in fact it seemed like she was enjoying the company and the odd, if awkward, compliment. "You're sweet," she said. "I bet you're here with a girlfriend, or have found someone by now." Kyle laughed, "I only arrived yesterday, and no, no girlfriend." "Well you're going to make some girl very happy," she said. "I can already tell." "Hopefully," Kyle said and leaned back, enjoying the light breeze that was flowing through the small cove. "This is a very small and remote area isn't it?" Samantha said. "Yeah it's really nice, though the sun is getting a bit hotter," Kyle remarked. Samantha's eyes sparkled at this. "It is and that reminds me, I was halfway through putting on this tanning lotion when I saw you swim back and got a bit distracted. Would you mind helping with my back?" Kyle gulped a bit but smiled. "Not at all," he said and as she turned onto her stomach and undid her bikini top, Kyle found the tanning lotion and after repositioning himself behind her, he started to work the lotion into her soft skin. As his strong hands worked their way down, he felt his cock stir and he would have sworn that he heard a few small moans escape from Samantha's lips. His hands moved lower and lower until they reached her sexy, round ass. It was a little big, but toned as well, and he really enjoyed squeezing it, spending a little more time there than was needed, even managing to slip his thumb underneath her bikini bottoms and rub up against her lips. "Be careful there," she said, her voice a little husky and the words were said in a half teasing, half aroused voice. She didn't move away though and Kyle let his thumb brush up against her pussy lips a couple more times, feeling his own cock stir again and Samantha's pussy get a little wet until she finally, apparently, had had enough with his hands. "Alright," she said, "I think my back is good, I don't mind a bit of attention hunny but I am a married woman." Kyle settled back onto his side of the towel, feeling turned on but awkward, and thinking that maybe he had gone a bit too far. Samantha looked over at him with a pleasant and understanding smile though and winked. They lay there about ten more minutes, enjoying the sun and talking sporadically. Kyle told her about college and asked about how life was like at his old school. Finally Samantha grew restless. "You know I would love to go for a walk and explore a bit more of this beach. My husband never likes to, and I would feel more comfortable if you would join me." Kyle was thinking that he should probably get back soon and see what his friends were up to. Maybe take a shower and jack off in there to help relieve a bit of the tension that he was feeling. Still, he enjoyed her company, and figured he could last a little while longer, though it was hard to look at her as she stood up and retied her bikini top. Finally he agreed to go with her. She clapped her hands and smiled, and then hooked her arm around his as they made their way down the beach, talking a bit more. They moved inland a bit and walked through trees that grew more and more dense and towards the sound of running water. "You mind if I make a little confession?" Kyle said. "Of course, unless it's to say that you always had a crush on me in high school, because I may have already suspected it," she said. "You did?" he said sheepishly. "Yes dear, though don't feel embarrassed. I am a teacher after all and am used to dealing with teenage boys and the hormones that drive them." "I guess it's something you get used to as a teacher, especially in your case," Kyle said. "In my case?" Samantha asked. "Yeah, you were by far the hottest teacher in school," Kyle said. "Really?" she said. "Yeah, all the guys talked about you and probably more." "Why do you say probably more?" she asked, her voice husky again. "Well," Kyle said, still a little embarrassed but figuring what the hell at this point, "I can only speak from experience, but you definitely kept me awake some nights." "Awake and touching yourself?" she said. Kyle nodded and he could feel Samantha moving closer to him as the path narrowed, her left breast up against him and he could feel his own cock, which was feeling very sensitive now, stir again, but this time he didn't push the sensation away, he stayed with it, wherever it would lead him. "Can you remember what about me you were thinking about when you doing this?" she asked. "It was a while ago," he said, laughing a bit, but when he looked down at her, at her attentiveness and longing to hear the question truthfully answered, he continued with, "well I would think about you, about your body, about kissing it all over and umm of course having sex with you." She pressed up against him even more, "I shouldn't be doing this, I have a husband, I really should go back," she said, but he could tell she didn't mean them. They had come across a small pool and a nice waterfall now and Kyle looked back down at Samantha, who's eyes were in another world, trying to make what seemed to be a gigantic decision. He knew it was wrong, but he too sexually charged, too brimming with that energy to properly think about anything else. He reached down and lifted her chin up. "You don't really want to go, do you?" All she could do was nod her head sideways, and barely form the words on her mouth a few seconds later. "I don't, but I really should, you've been really sweet, and I've enjoyed talking, but I should go back to my hus-." Before husband had left her lips Kyle had leaned down and kissed them. It hadn't been a simple, quick kiss either, but one that was deep, full of longing and crackling with overpowering energy, that lust that was in his eyes and when they met her's he could see that it was there too, an incredible amount of energy that had been pent up for far too long and that kiss had just broken the dams for both of them. She kissed him back hungrily and he pushed her up against the stone that was next to the waterfall. The water was warm and he quickly yanked her top off and kissed down her body, hungrily taking in every bit of her. He kissed her lips and her neck and she watched him, unable to talk, only moan as she watched him take her nipples into his mouth and suck on them hungrily, then move his way down her body, kissing her stomach and turning her around roughly, kissing down her back and over her ass and then along her legs and then in between them. He licked her and sucked on her pussy lips, pushing his tongue up inside as deep as he could. She moaned and panted and finally managed to get an "oh fuck, just like that, tongue fuck my pussy." He obliged her, turning her back around and as she leaned back against the rock she watched and felt his push up inside her again and again, looking down into his eyes, which were looking up at her, and then his tongue was on her clit and she was on fire. She was hungry too and after a few more minutes of his tongue on her pussy she pulled him up and kissed him deeply, tasting herself on his tongue and loving it and then it was her turn to travel down his young toned body. Kissing it and sucking on his nipples and moving lower, yanking his boarding shorts off like he had down to her bikini. His cock, all nine inches came and she took as much of it into her mouth as she could. Licking it and sucking on it, working her way down to his balls and loving his moans as she sucked on them and his cock, getting it nice and soaking wet from her mouth. Kyle couldn't take it anymore, he pulled her up against and turned her around and guided his cock deep inside her. Very deep, finding that it was way tighter than he would have though, but after a bit it slid in nicely. He thrusted inside her again and again and he could feel her shuddering, moaning, yelling even, telling him to fuck her and fuck her hard. He spanked her ass and pulled her hair back, reaching around and rubbing her clit as his cock slammed inside her again and again. His fingers spanked her clit every time his cock went inside and he could feel her getting close orgasming, could see it in her eyes as she turned her head to kiss him, the hungry, glazed and animalistic look in her eyes that told him she was getting closer and closer with everything thrust. She looked back at him, feeling him fuck her like an animal, taking her driving his cock inside her again and again for what felt like forever. She was building and building and the release was there, she could feel it coming and could see it in him as well. She knew it was wrong, but she loved it, she loved feeling this hot young cock inside her and she wanted it to stay there, wanted to feel him explode inside her, with her. "Cum in me," she panted. "What?" he said. "You heard me," she said louder, panting and moaning and staring back straight into his eyes, "cum inside my pussy." "Oh fuck," he said. Those words, the way she'd said them and the intensity that had been in her eyes had driven him over the edge. Kyle grabbed her right breast and squeeze it, pinching her nipples and leaning forward to kiss her hard as he thrusted inside her one last time, feeling himself explode and let loose a torrent of cum. His last thrust had pushed Samantha over the edge as well and she became lost to the orgasm, feeling it rock Kyle as well, reaching back and holding him for dear life as her body shook and convulsed and as she felt his seed enter into her body. Taking it all. It was too much for both of them. Once their orgasms had subsided they had quickly moved over to the edge of the small pool. Kyle laying down right away and Samantha on top of them. Both of them breathing very heavily. "That was the most incredible thing I've felt in I don't know how many years," Samantha said finally. "I know, that was the best it's ever been for me," Kyle said. "You're fucking amazing." "You are too honey," she said. "Luckily yesterday was my first day here as well." "Oh yeah, I thought this was a mistake." "Who fucking cares," she said, and the swearing caught him off guard as she leaned down and kissed him. "This is just the beginning of our fun young man. I'm sure you don't have a problem with that?" Kyle laughed and shook his head before kissing her again. "Not at all." The Teacher and The Beach Ch. 02 It was early the next day, around 7 in the morning and Samantha was wide awake and lying in bed. Her husband was snoring but that wasn't what had woke her up. She'd been married to the man for over twenty years at this point and was used to it. No, she was awake and hadn't slept well at all because of a torrent of emotions that were raging inside her like a storm. Passion mixed in with guilt and memory and as she looked over at her husband, taking in his gut and his balding head. She felt herself sigh and turned around, looking away from him and closing her eyes. That was a mistake because her mind filled with images of her love making session with Kyle the day before. She remembered the passion that had been in his eyes and the feel of his strong hands groping her and exploring her body. She could almost feel the orgasms that had shook her body, and soul even, to the core when he had been inside her. The images and the sensations brought on their own physical effects. She could feel her white panties getting wet and this brought about another wave of guilt. She loved her husband, or thought she did, and despite what she'd said to Kyle she knew she couldn't see him again. Before they'd gone to bed she'd had sex with her husband as well and it had only lasted a few minutes. He was still tired from the jet lag, he'd said, and had gone to sleep a few minutes later. Normally this would have pissed her off but after her time with Kyle she was already fairly worn out and had been happy for once with a short fuck. She'd tried to rationalize it, her experience with Kyle, and all the old cliches ran through her mind. She was at the peak of her sexuality and her husband was far from that, she'd been pent up and sexually frustrated for months, years even if she was honest with herself and she clearly hadn't been thinking properly. She knew that she couldn't see him again and was happy that he hadn't asked where in the resort he was staying. She knew it would be difficult to resist him, especially after her husbands performance last night, providing an incredibly weak comparison to Kyle's. The memories were still there and she knew that she would have to live with them. Though that didn't have to be a bad thing, she thought. The memory would at least provide her with something to think about when she pleasured herself. As she thought more and more about Kyle she felt her pussy continue to get more and more wet. She knew that if she didn't do something now she would burst, or end up going looking for Kyle. Her husband was a heavy sleeper though, and so she got up and walked across their spacious suite towards the bathroom. Once inside she turned on the shower, and while waiting for the water to heat up she took off her small t-shirt, her ample breasts falling out, pushed down her panties and then finally stepped inside. She grabbed a bar of soap and worked it over her body for a few moments, but the sensation in between her legs continued to build. She couldn't take it anymore and after replacing the soap so reached down a bit with both hands, squeezing her breasts as she felt the water hit and run down and in between her legs, enjoying the feeling it gave her. She squeezed her breasts and played with her nipples, pinching them lightly, then hard, before her right hand travelled down to her pussy. She played with her clit, letting the sensation build and build until she had to have something inside her. She imagined Kyle in there with her now, imagined him turning her around and bending her over a bit, his nice thick cock sliding inside her. She let out a moan at this and slid a finger inside herself, then another. The image of Kyle taking her in the shower made the next few minutes a passionate blur and later she hoped she hadn't been too loud, but she couldn't help it. She fingered herself as hard as she could and finally made herself come, and it was good, though not the blindingly passionate pleasure that Kyle had given her. She finished her shower and toweled off and knew that she had sated herself for the moment. Though if she was really honest with herself, and she was trying not to be for a variety of reasons at this point, there was still a hunger inside her. A few hours later her husband finally woke up and after he'd showered they both got dressed and went to one of the resort's restaurants for breakfast. Her mind kept wandering through breakfast, not that her husband noticed since he was constantly checking his phone for emails from work. She didn't even bother to tell him to stop since it gave her the opportunity to try and deal with her own thoughts. She knew she couldn't let what happened with Kyle happen again. She was married, even had kids that were around Kyle's age and if it went too far it would ruin her life. So she tried to put him out of her mind and later on went down to the beach with her husband. It was busy and after setting up their chairs under a vacant tent she went to get a couple drinks from one of the bars. After she paid she turned around and there was Kyle, smiling as he looked at her and she felt another flood of emotions once again just from that smile. "I was hoping that I'd run into you here," he said. It took her a few seconds to say "hi..." and look away, trying to think of a way to get out of this. "What's wrong?" he said. Of course he'd notice right away, she thought. He'd been one of her smarter students and aside from being very good looking it was one of the things that had attracted her to him in the first place. In high school it had just been simple flirting, a little crush she knew all teachers got on their older students from time to time, but now it only served as one more reason why she had to get away as soon as possible. "Oh, Kyle right?" she said. "You were in my English class a few years ago weren't you?" "Uh...yeah...I was," he said, and his eyes grew a little colder after that and despite knowing she'd hurt him she continued on that path. "Well it's great to see you, but I have to get back to my husband," she said. He didn't say anything for a moment and finally he stepped a bit closer and whispered when he did. "Is something wrong?" "This is wrong," she said sharply, "I can't see you again." "But...yesterday you said-" "Forget yesterday, or don't, let it live there if you want but I'm married and can't do something like that again," she said, cutting him off and with a biting tone. His eyes were even colder after that but he stepped back and put on a fake smile. "Yeah, it was nice seeing you too, have a good time with your...husband." Then he walked off and despite feeling terrible Samantha knew it was for the best. She would get over it and so would he. She hadn't expected the second part to happen so soon though and in retrospect figured it probably wouldn't have been a good idea to stay on the same beach. She had walked back to her husband and sat down, after hearing a lame joke about how long she'd taken. She put on some lotion, the simple act of which brought back yesterday's events but she ignored them more forcefully this time and then grabbed the book she had brought and tried to read. It was difficult though and despite being crowded Kyle and his friends, some of them very cute girls, weren't that far away and she could easily hear his laughter from time to time. She did her best to focus on the words, but found herself re-reading paragraphs several times over. Finally she started looking over at him. The first few times they were quick peeks, but then she started watching more and more. She watched his strong and tanned body, his muscles flexing as he played a couple games of volleyball. Again she tried to make excuses. What had happened had happened and watching him now would just give her more to think about the next time her husband was inside her. It might even be the best thing to happen to their relationship, she thought ruefully. After the first hour passed things started to change. Kyle was still playing volleyball, but now his friends were playing with a new group who sounded like they were from Britain. There were four girls and two guys and once she heard Kyle starting to flirt with one of the girls, all thought of reading her book vanished. The girl was cute, short, had bleached blonde hair, an acrobatic body and an ass even Samantha felt turned on by. She watched as Kyle and the girl flirted and laughed more and more and she felt jealousy rising inside like a wave. Not a small and cute one either, but a roaring, tsunami level, wipe out whole civilizations wave. "Is everything alright," her husband asked finally and it was only at that point that realized how hard she was squeezing her book and that her face and eyes must have been blazing with anger as well. Her husband knew that look well and was tuned to watch out for it too, prompting the question. "Yes," she said, forcing a smile, "I think it's just jet lag, I'm starting to feel a bit tired." "Me too," he said, "let's go back for a nap alright?" "That sounds good hunny," she said. She gave one last glance towards Kyle, and was sure he had looked away just at that moment, but she also saw that blonde British girl standing next to him, in her small and black bikini, her breast pressing up against him as they talked. That last moment lit a fire within her and she was determined to give her husband the fuck of his life later that night. She'd brought some sexy lingerie and a few skimpy dresses, initially intending to try and create a new spark in their relationship, and she decided that by the time her husband went to sleep she would have fucked him ragged. He took a nap, and she tried to as well, but the thoughts of revenge and anger kept swirling around and continued that way all the way up to dinner. She wore a sexy red dress, made of thin material and she'd spent a few hours straitening her hair before as well. They ate and talked and she had a fair amount of wine too. She even started to feel herself become attracted to her husband again. He was on his game that night and was surprisingly funny. Finally they made their way back to their room and she slipped inside the washroom, having left her lingerie in there to surprise him, and she spent about ten minutes getting ready for him. When she finally opened the door she was wearing a sexy black, lace babydoll with a pair of small, black panties underneath. She walked out to find that her husband was already in bed and snoring heavily. She just about exploded. It was all she could do jump on him and wake him up and scream at him for hours. She went back inside the bathroom and cried for a few minutes instead. Once she was finished she looked at her mobile phone and saw that it was only 10 pm. Only 10 pm and her husband was already asleep. The clubs were just getting started and she knew Kyle would probably be awake and at one. It was because of that thought that half an hour later she left her room wearing one of the other dresses she had brought for her husband. Her husband liked to see her in black clothing and so she'd bought a dress from Victoria Secret. It was a black and simple slip dress with panels of sheer mesh in the back and spaghetti straps as well. She'd washed her face and reapplied her make up before going out. Why was she going out? She didn't have a clear reason for that, but she had to go out, had to get away from her husband. She was still angry at Kyle as well and she figured a night of dancing with some sexy younger guys would tire her enough to at least get to sleep. The club was packed, of course, and Samantha got into the groove right away. After a few dances with some muscular guys she felt her anger moving away and was starting to enjoy herself when she spotted Kyle once again. She almost swore, but instead moved closer to the man she was dancing with. He was around Kyle's height and had very short hair and also very muscular as well. She turned around and grinded her ass against his crotch and could feel him harden. Kyle wasn't that far away now and she saw him looking at her. She smiled a bit, though it was slightly forced since Kyle was dancing with that young British girl, who was also in a black dress, and looked incredibly sexy too. The night continued on like this for an hour and she kept dancing with guy after guy and Kyle was still dancing with the British girl. Finally Samantha saw him grab her hand and pull her away and at that point she was even closer to exploding in anger than she had been with her husband. Feeling herself compelled by some unknown force, she followed them through the club. She found them in one of the darker corners of the club, with people dancing all around, and she could tell by the way their bodies moved together that he was fucking her. The club was so packed that it wasn't completely obvious, but Samantha was paying close attention. She saw that the girl's dress had been pushed up just high enough, her back turned and her ass against Kyle's crotch, and she watched as he gave small and quick thrusts. She saw the look of ecstasy in both their faces and in a couple more minutes she watched as Kyle's eyes went far away as he came inside the girl. Kyle had looked back at that point and at Samantha, and she wondered if he'd meant for her to see that. She didn't care though, she pissed off and she didn't feel like dancing anymore. Didn't feel like doing anything and couldn't keep her anger down or think straight so she left. She walked down the beach slowly, a little drunk from a few drinks in the club and had to eventually take her heels off so that she could walk normally. She walked for a few minutes, and it was at this moment that her emotions were at their most wild and unpredictable and she didn't know if she could keep from exploding and screaming. She would have too if Kyle hadn't caught up with her. She heard his footsteps first, and thought it was someone else, some other couple coming out to be alone, so she didn't look back. Then she heard her name being called, in his voice, and still she continued on. She didn't want to look back, didn't want to see his stupid face because she didn't know what she would do at that point. "Samantha! Samantha wait!" he called and finally ran to catch up with her and stand in front of her. "What the fuck do you want," she said, and she was almost crying, her tone furious. "I don't fucking know, I thought you were done with me but then I see you here tonight, watching me and dancing with every guy you can find," he said. She laughed, laughed harshly, "but I didn't fuck any of them did I, not like you fucked that young slut." "Her name's Sara and she isn't a slut, she just wanted to have fun, like I thought you did yesterday," he said. She turned away and kept walking, "well you two can have all the fun you want I guess. Just leave me alone." "I don't want to though," he said, moving to catch up yet again. She turned around, intending this to be final thing that she said to him, the final time that she told him off. "I told you, I don't want to see you again, so go with that slut and have all the fun you wa-." She didn't finish the word, didn't care at this point because Kyle had pulled her towards him and kissed her. He kissed her hard and deeply and at that point she really did explode, but with passion and not anger. It wasn't like the last time either. That had been different. She'd been pent up and he was a fun distraction that turned into something much more. This time it was deeper and she was lost in his arms and in his kisses and now there was a ferocity to her own kisses and actions that hadn't been there before. If he could see the look in her eyes at this moment he might have came in his pants right away. Luckily it was dark. She yanked his shirt open, hearing the buttons being torn, not caring and she felt herself pull her own dress up and off her head. She didn't care that they weren't that far away from the resort and especially not as she yanked his pants and boxers down, grabbed his ass and stuffed as much of his young cock into her mouth as she could. She heard him moan and she felt his cock grow to its full length inside her. Somewhere in her mind the rational part was marveling at how quickly his erection had returned after fucking that British girl. She could taste the girl's pussy on Kyle's cock too and that turned her on as well. The girl was pretty cute, she thought, and enjoyed the idea of sucking his cock so soon after he had been inside. Kyle's hands were in her hair and then he had pulled her up and kissed her hard. He grabbed her ass and squeezed it, his lips moving down to her nipples, sucking on them, more fiercely than he had the day before, sucking on them and even biting them, she moaned loudly at that sensation. I guess he does like it rough, she thought lustfully. She intended to put that to the test tonight. Those thoughts swirled around inside her as he picked her up and set her down onto the sand and pushed her legs up, high and wide, as his tongue delved inside her. She was surprised at the length of his tongue and felt it explore her. He pushed it in and out and twirled it around and continued to thrust it inside her. "That's it," she said in a very husky voice, "fuck me with your tongue." She grabbed his head and thrusted her hips towards his face, and kept tongue fucking her, more and more until finally he brought his tongue out and onto her clit, circling it, moving closer and closer, teasing her and driving her even more wild. Then he pushed one of his fingers inside her and the combination of that and his tongue on her clit gave her the first orgasm. Her body spasmed as she was filled with pleasure and he continued to lick her and suck on her clit while fingering her harder and harder. "Of fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," she managed to gasp out. Finally the orgasm subsided, but after only about half a second his chest was above her, his lips were on her's again and his cock was deep inside her. "Oh my god," she yelled and then kissed his neck, sucking on it hard, and then she was screaming and moaning but was also so far lost in that pleasure that it was hard to tell what was in her mind and what was actually happening. He fucked her hard she felt herself cum again, this time though she brought him with her. She had sucked his cock in an incredibly voracious way, she half-mused, and was surprised that he hadn't came then. He filled her with his seed and kissed her. Passionately, but she wasn't done yet. No not yet at all. She turned him around on the beach and mounted his face, thrusting her pussy down onto his lips as she took his cock into her mouth yet again. Kyle grabbed her ass and even spanked it and spanked it hard at that as he tongue fucked her again, and again he was hard within moments, inside her mouth. How can I not keep this man, she thought as she took his cock as far inside her mouth as she could. She heard him moan again and spank her again too. This time she felt a finger move over her asshole and she shivered, hoping he would do it, and he did. She felt his finger probe along the rim of her ass and slide inside. It was very tight, so it took him some time to work it in but he did, and continued to tongue fuck her and lick her clit and suck on it. Before getting married she had loved getting her ass fucked. Some of her girlfriends hadn't liked it, and some of her boyfriends hadn't either, but she had fond memories of the ones that had. Unfortunately her husband hadn't been into it. He'd indulged her a few times, but it had been years since anything but her own finger had been inside her ass. She wondered if he'd do more. He was rock hard and she knew she had to try. She looked back at him and slowly moved forward over the sand, on both her hands and knees. She looked back and in an even huskier voice said, "you're going to fuck me in the ass." The Teacher and The Beach Ch. 02 He didn't say a word, but she could tell that he was smiling and she heard him get onto his own knees and felt his hands on her ass, spreading her cheeks and pushing the head of his cock up against her ass hole. He pushed the head in slowly, very slowly, and she gasped loudly, not sure if she could take it all. But he knew what he was doing, knew to take his time and let her ass adjust to his size. She groaned and moaned as inch after inch was slowly worked its way inside her. Finally he was about three quarters the way inside and it was as much as she going to take. Just feeling his cock inside her ass felt amazing, but now, as he started to slowly thrust, pulling his cock out, then pushing it back in, again and again and again, she felt herself brought to new levels of pleasure. She felt his hand reach up and grab her hair, pulling it back he spanked her again and again and drove that big, thick cock inside her. Again and again he slammed his cock in deep, spanked her ass and reached around rubbed her clit with his fingers. This sent her over the edge for the final time that night and she came so hard so felt like she was lost in time, felt like she had gone up and among the stars and wasn't coming back. She heard him groan too and before he could do anything she had pulled away and turned around, grabbing his cock with her hand and was stroking it again and again until she felt him start to cum, and felt the loads hit her face and tits and then when he was finished she took that cock in her mouth and sucked him until he was dry. He lay back at that point, unable to do anything else, and she crawled up and on top of him. She lay there and then the only thing she did was gather up the cum that was on her face and breasts and bring it to her lips. She licked up what she could and rubbed the rest of it into her skin. They didn't say anything. Didn't have to or have the energy at that moment either. She knew when she stood up, eventually, that she would go with him. She would go back to his room and shower and probably fuck him again. She couldn't go back to own room right now anyway, not covered in sand. These were small things though. Half realized thoughts that swam around along the edges of the orgasms that they'd both experienced. There was no going back at this point though. She knew that now and didn't care. What she didn't know was that there were a few surprises left in store for her and that at this moment, standing not that far away, enough to be hidden but still see them, stood a girl with blonde hair and a black dress. It was Sara's turn to feel a torrent of emotion and among them were jealousy and anger, but also, just as strong, arousal. The End.