I had three journalism classes daily, not to mention being a student advisor after classes. I also supervised the college newspaper. It was a hectic schedule but I did love my job.

I try to instill in my students the importance of accurate news gathering and writing, and remind them of the various branches of journalism that could be available to them if this is the career they wish to step into. Some take this class to improve their writing skills, and to help them with papers and essays needed in other classes all through college.

It was the first day of the semester and the first journalism class of the day, and I was excited to welcome new and enthusiastic students. I usually begin with statement of introduction.

“Good morning Class. I am Professor Barbara Cantrell. Welcome to the fascinating world of Journalism!”

My 9am class consists of 20 students, 15 of which are young men, and all seniors. I try to appear professional and dress in a manner indicative to a college professor, but still young enough to relate to students. I am usually wearing a dress, or skirt with heels. Looking neat and professional is half the battle in trying to obtain a job interview as well as getting hired. The way you dress can make you or break you as a journalist in the public eye, or for any job that a person interviews for.

At times I get so involved when teaching, and when stressing fine points to my students, the time seems to fly by. Just prior to class being dismissed, I am usually sitting atop my desk facing the class with my legs crossed. This particular day I could not help but notice a front row student Rich. He seemed extremely attentive. By the look in his eyes, and apparent thirst for learning, I imagined him to be at the top of his class very soon. The more I spoke, the more interested he seemed to be.

Starting at 3pm, I am usually found in my office grading papers or being available as a student advisor to those who feel they need extra help improving their grades, or listening to their concerns, which can vary from school to personal life.

One day while in my office, Rich knocked on my door. He had a few questions regarding that day’s lesson in class. He also wanted to help with the college newspaper. The paper consisted of editors, reporters, and others that not just gather information from the school, but the surrounding area as well that could pertain to the school. There are various positions that students hold to help put all this info together into a school newspaper. The paper comes out once a week and all students must meet their deadlines before we go to print on Friday. The paper is out by Monday.

As usual I came from behind my desk and sat atop it facing Rich. He seemed genuinely interested and I needed help with the paper.

I told him he could “start the next day getting a feel of what was behind the publication of our paper, and perhaps help to lay out the format in preparation for print.”

He smiled and told me that he would see me in class the next day and then in the afternoon to help with the paper. I thanked him and he left.

The following day in class, Rich took his usual seat. After a while, I took mine as well on my desk facing the students. When I would glance at Rich he would smile at me. I rarely lost focus from what I was teaching until this day. I noticed Rich had his elbow on his desk with his chin resting against his hand. He was staring at my legs. This made me a bit uncomfortable, so I got up then sat again behind my desk and resumed teaching from there.

That afternoon I opened the newspaper office, and soon the staff was assembled. We start each day with a meeting. All information obtained from the reporters are read and then edited prior to going to print. Rich decided to sit next to me during the meeting. He had some helpful info regarding the layout of the paper. Most all ideas that he submitted were voted on and some minor changes were made based on his input.

I turned to him, smiled, and said “thank you Rich. You have some great ideas. I would like to make you an assistant editor.”

He said he was pleased and that I would not be disappointed.

The next day as usual we gathered for our meeting to discuss news and columns to be approved for publication in the paper. Rich again sat next to me. In the midst of the meeting, I felt Rich’s hand touch my thigh. I continued as if nothing was happening. I am a true professional, and even in the midst of controversy, I remain calm.

At the end of the meeting, I looked at Rich with a look as if to say, “that touching was unprofessional and don’t do it again.”

I was quite frankly at a loss for words because I was stunned at what he had done. I thought to myself that I would let it go but if it happened again I would have to talk to him about it.

I went to the main office and pulled Rich’s personnel file and read it. Rich resumed his studies a bit later than most in college. He entered the military right out of high school, and remained for 3 years in the Army. He even worked with the “Stars and Stripes” military newspaper as a writer/reporter. When he got out, he decided to focus on a career in Journalism. He was now 25, good looking, and quite obviously had many female students interested in him. He had blond hair and blue eyes, and for the most part a very nice physique. It was apparent that he worked out. The age difference between us was only 5 years but the fact remained that I was his teacher.

That night at home, I sat with a cup of tea thinking about what had happened. I had just gotten out of the shower, and was clad in nothing more than my robe. I guess if the situation was different, I could be interested in him I thought. The age difference was not much at all. The more I thought about him, the more I drifted into a sexual fantasy about him.

In my mind…………I could see him coming to my office with questions about his class assignments. As usual I came from behind my desk and sat facing him with my legs crossed. As I sat, I made sure that my skirt rose upward and I allowed the beginning of tops of my nylons to be exposed and in full view of Rich. There was just a hint of what was beyond but not immediately visible to him then. While talking, I raised my right leg a bit and repositioned my knee making it higher than the other as they remained crossed. It was a sexy pose indeed and I could see Rich’s eyes wander to my legs as I did that. My blouse was unbuttoned to the second button revealing a slight cleavage. I was wearing a pushup bra, and knew if I turned slightly to my right to retrieve a paper from my desk behind me, that my blouse would fall a bit more opened allowing Rich to view what normally would be covered. I did so. When I turned back, Rich’s eyes were fixed and focused on my breasts. My seduction had begun. I wanted him to see me as a lady in public and take me sexually as his personal whore.

I continued to explain certain assignments to him. I could see beads of perspiration on his forehead. I slowly reached to remove my reading glasses, then leaned back a bit with both hands on my desk behind me, keeping me positioned.

I asked him if “anything was wrong?”

He reacted by first clearing his throat, then saying to me, “um no not at all.”

I responded by saying “it looks like you’re uncomfortable.”

He cleared his throat again and said, “actually the view from here is very nice.”

I smiled and said, “I guess you like what you see.”

His response was, “yes. I like it very much.”

I knew that yes I wanted to seduce him.

I told him to get up and “lock the door if you are interested in seeing more.”

He looked at me for only a moment then did as I asked. He came back and sat in front of me again. I slipped off my high heel from my right foot, the one that was crossed over the other leg and let the shoe drop to the floor. I told him to move his chair closer to me and he did. I took my foot and starting with his knee, worked slowly to the crotch of his jeans and to his cock, feeling every inch with my toes. His was rock hard. He took my leg in his hands and began to kiss and massage. He moved his hands up my left leg to the top of my nylon and studied what he saw. He then reached down and placed my shoe back onto my foot.

He said that he “loved to see a sexy woman in heels and nylons with a garter belt.”

He stood up and spread my legs to get closer to kiss me. At first it was a soft kiss, then a bit harder. He separated my lips with his tongue and soon both tongues were playing. He became a bit more aggressive by sliding his hand behind me, and as he grabbed the hair on the nape of my neck, he ripped my blouse opened. His mouth went to the tops of my breasts, licking and sucking. I threw my head back and arched my back pushing my breasts into his mouth. He was driving me wild with passion. I found myself moaning in ecstasy with every lick, nibble and kiss.

With one long sweep of his arm he cleared the top of my desk and pushed me down onto it. He separated my legs and stepped between them. He ripped opened his own shirt exposing his tight masculine physique. He ripped my bra opened from the front and devoured my left breast while manhandling the right. He then stepped back to undress further and dropped his jeans to the floor. He wore nothing under his jeans. He was large and he was hard and the fact that I did this to him validated my own sensuality, to him and to myself. He reached for my panties and with one hard yank, ripped them off me. He turned me over and tied my wrists together with my panties and laid me down again with my hands tied behind my back. He has taken full control and I loved it. I had the feeling of unbridled passion for him and the sensuality was surreal. He walked around the desk as though he were examining me at every angle.

He told me that he “liked looking at me scantily clad in only a garter belt stockings and heels.”

Then he said he “liked being in control of me” and had “wanted to see me this way since he first met me.”

I felt sexual and found myself panting in anticipation of his next touch. He stood between my legs and placed his hands on my breasts. His eyes followed his hands as he groped every part of me he could while slowly moving to inside my legs. He teased “her” with his fingers and inserted 2 of them inside of me searching for my G-spot. He massaged her until I was totally wet bringing me to the brink of orgasm, then stopped.

As my breathing became heavier, he said to me, “I like the way your breasts raise with your breathing.”

He reached for my breasts and manhandled them once again. It was not a hard touch, but firm. I felt as though he too was playing out his own sexual fantasy but with me, and I loved it.

With each grope on my breasts, he let me know he liked what he saw and felt, and told me, “I am going to make you mine and I will do as I please with you.”

He walked to the side of the desk to where my legs were. I bent my right leg over my left knee as if to conceal and protect “her” telling him without speaking, I wanted to be a bit “defiant.” I wanted to see what his reaction would be. He smiled not uttering a word but he knew the game I was playing. He walked to the drapes that hung onto the office windows and pulled off the ties that held them opened. He took one ankle and tied it to the leg of the desk and then did the same to the other. My legs were tied spread eagle. This was so sensual to me that it made me climax while he was tying me. I was rendered helpless and loved it. The feeling took me to a height of sexual arousal that I could never have even imagined in any other fantasies or sexual encounters that I have ever had.

He came between my legs, looked at me and then went down on me eating me like a starving dog eating his first meal in days. I could not help but moan and move in unison to his licks and sucks. My thighs quivered as he ate me. I did not want this to stop and I loved watching and feeling him devour me. He did this for several minutes until I had another orgasm, then he stood and stepped back, gazing once again as I lay before him, helpless, vulnerable and scantily clad.

He took himself in hand. He was quite large and I could see him dripping in anticipation of taking me with his hard cock.

He told me, “every day I looked at you so prim and proper and a lady in public. At least once I wanted to take you like this and fuck the Hell out of you. I wanted to render you helpless and vulnerable just for me. I’ve dreamt about tying you like this, teasing you and taking you when I wanted to take you and no sooner.”

I found myself becoming erotically frightened but only a bit. Yet it added to the sensuality and sexual arousal.

He circled the desk but never took his eyes off me. When he came to the edge of the desk where my legs were spread and tied, he stopped. He would look at me and massage my thighs and touch my garters. Then he would move up to my breasts and squeeze them but only hard enough to make me moan in satisfaction.

He circled the desk one more time then stopped again positioning himself between my legs.

He looked at me with a smirk and said to me, “I’m going down on you to eat you again. You can squirm all you want but you won’t break free. I want you to say to me ‘let me GO’ and sound like you mean it. Everything I do to you I want you to tell me ‘NO’ and I want you to struggle to break free. I’m going to rape you because I can and I know you want me to. I can do anything I want to you now because now you are mine and I have control.”

His body, his eyes, his touches, his words and his voice drove me into a sexual frenzy and a sexual fright that I loved.

As he began to eat me again, I started to squirm and fight to break loose telling him “NO! Let me GO!”

This only made him more excited and he ate and devoured me as if it were his last meal. He licked and sucked “her” until my thighs quivered and shook. His tongue raced in circles around my clitoris and at the same time he gently sucked “her” into his mouth.

Again I told him “NO!”

He raised his head, looked at me and smirked. He went down on “her” again. Telling him “NO!” as I did, made him go wild as he sucked my clit into his mouth and while holding it there, shook his head violently back and forth. The feeling that it produced made me scream as my entire body reciprocated in a vaginal and clitoral orgasm. All of me jerked with each throb my climax produced. I was near total exhaustion but he was not done with me.

He stood to look at me. I knew he wanted me to come down a bit from my sexual high then once again bring me to climax.

He stood as I moaned in satisfaction. Then he slid me to the edge of the desk. He teased me with his cock. He made me wet again by dripping pre cum onto “her”. He took himself in hand and positioned his cock to just outside of “her”, teasing “her”.

At first he pumped into me slowly and said, “do you like this?”

I moaned in satisfaction but responded like he wanted me to by saying, “NO…….let me GO!.”

My response made him want to drive himself into me hard and fast. I could feel “her” responding to his invasion. Within a few minutes, we both exploded in simultaneous orgasms, unlike any other climax I have ever experienced.

He remained hard. He wanted me again and untied my legs from the desk. He pulled me to him and put my legs over his hips and entered me again. He pumped hard and fast, and as he did, his eyes met mine. After several minutes, he gave me one last hard thrust and I felt him cum in me again…………

The phone started to ring.

I opened my eyes and realized that what had just happened was the most sexual and sensual dream I had ever had in my life, and yet disappointed that I was awakened.

My friend Sue had called to “chat”. I told her it was “not a good time” and that I would call her the next day.

I slept like a baby that night and awoke feeling a bit feisty. I thought about the fantasy I had the night before and how I loved the feeling of being “taken” by Rich. I searched in my closet for something to wear that day. I came across a tight black skirt, white button down blouse and black heels. I also wore a pushup bra and stockings with garter belt. I wanted this sensual feeling to last.

Driving to the university that morning, I thought that perhaps I should not have worn what I did for class this day. Would I be embarrassed when I see Rich sitting in the front row of seats in the classroom? Would I make this fantasy a reality?

The students entered the classroom and took their seats. Rich was in his usual seat in front of my desk. I debated whether or not to sit as I usually did only a few feet from him. As time passed, I had the irresistible urge to yes, sit on my desk, directly in view of Rich with my legs crossed. He could not help but notice the efforts I made selecting my outfit for that day. I wanted him. I wanted him badly.

At 3pm that afternoon there was a knock on my office door. I said “come in” and there stood Rich. He sat down in front of my desk, as he did in my fantasy. I walked from behind my desk and sat with my legs crossed very close to him atop my desk No words were spoken. Just looks, and looks into one another’s eyes. The chemistry was very apparent and it was hot. I crossed my legs and dropped my shoe off and onto the floor making it seem accidental. Rich moved forward to retrieve the shoe for me and place it back onto my foot. As he did so, his hands gently touched my leg. He looked at me for a negative reaction and got none. Soon both hands were touching my legs and moving between them. He spread my legs and began to kiss me, and massage my breasts.

What followed was intense and sexual, much like in my fantasy. That day was the beginning of our relationship and many fantasies to come. No one at the university surmised that we had become lovers.

After graduation, Rich interviewed with a local television station and was hired as a reporter. He called me to share the good news, and we went to dinner and celebrated that night. We returned to my apartment for a night cap and made passionate love until dawn.

He stops by my office occasionally at 3pm on weekdays, locks the door, and we repeat the scenario in my fantasy. It never gets old.

He loves fulfilling my dreams as I love fulfilling his.

For 6 years I saw her every chance I could, and what boy in his right mind wouldn’t? She was tall and had beautiful thick Brown hair, her eyes as Blue as the sky on a bright summers day. And a body that even at an early age I knew it could make any man happy!

I left Grade school with deep regret, thinking I would never get to see the woman of my dreams again. As it turned out I was wrong, my nephew ended up going to the same School I had as a child. I had just gotten out of the Service, 3 years in the Navy. My sister had some things to take care of that day and asked if I could pick little Ray up from School.

“Sure, don’t have anything else to do. And it would be nice to see the old school again!”

I drove over and checked in at the office, every one that had been there when I was enrolled there had retired or quit I guess, because I didn’t recognize any of them. I was about 20 minutes early, so I waited in the hallway. And who walked by, Miss. Smith. Still as beautiful as I remembered, a little older, but she sure did wear it well. It had been about 13 or 14 years since I had last seen her, she had streaks of gray at her temples, and a few laugh lines around her eyes, but nothing else had changed about her, sh was still as sexy as I remembered her being.

She smiled when she saw me, “Well if it isn’t Little Robert Marshall, all grown up. You sure grew up to be a handsome young man didn’t you!”

I blushed, and could not believe she remembered me. Well, how could she forget the biggest hypochondriac ever. I smiled and went up and gave her a hug. We talked a couple of minutes and she had to go back to her office, when I turned back to the bench in the hall I stumbled over a child. In trying not to fall on him I ended up jumping over and falling myself. I landed wrong on my wrist and slightly twisted my ankle. Great, just what I need. A teacher happened to witness the incident and ushered me to the nurses office.

When Miss. Smith saw me she asked. “Up to your old tricks Robert?”

“No Ma’am, I fell over a kid in the hall. Almost broke my neck.” I told her, feeling like a goof!

“Well let me take a look.” Leading me to the examination room.

She took my boot off, and examined my ankle, saw that it was swelling a little, then checked out my wrist. While checking out my arm and wrist I noticed she was a little closer to me than was really necessary. Not that I minded a bit, she always smelled so good and today was no different. When her head leaned down to look at my wrist, I instinctively leaned forward and smelled her hair, my nose brushed it when I did.

When she felt it she looked up at me, our faces only inches away from each other, I couldn’t help myself. Seeing those bright blue eyes staring at mine, I leaned closer and kissed her. Her full lips accepted the kiss and returned it. Her mouth opened and I felt her tongue slip into my mouth, I could not believe I had actually kissed her. Miss Smith, the woman of my childhood fantasies and she was kissing me back.

I put my arm around her and pulled her to me, our mouths hot for each others. She smelled so good and tasted like a Mint breath freshner. Her hands went to my hair, and she grabbed the back of my head as she kissed me. I had nothing to lose but her respect, so I moved my hand down to her fine ass and gave it a squeeze. I felt her push against me and her tongue was working on mine. It is a good thing we were in the back examination room and the door was closed. I wouldn’t want her in trouble for this, but I was too hot for her to give it any more thought.

I pulled the back of her white nurses uniform up and felt her panties, her ass so soft and warm in my hands. Her breath sweet and her mouth hot and wet as she told me,

“Robert, if we go on, we have to hurry. I can’t afford to get caught in such a position.”

I nodded yes that I indeed understood and I stuck my hand inside the back of her panties, feeling her fine soft ass. I slid my finger down the crack of her ass, and she pushed it against my hand. I felt her hands undoing my pants while we kissed and petted like teenagers. Hurrying, not wanting to get caught and not wanting to delay what we both wanted. My cock had been hard since I first kissed her and when her hand reached it I could have driven nails with it

I watched as she bent down and put it in her mouth, her hand worked on my balls and her tongue swirled around the head of my hard cock. I ran my hands through her thick brown hair as she sucked me, she only did it for a couple of minutes, then she rose up and kissed me again. My hands went to her breasts, I felt the hard nubs of her nipples through her uniform and bra as I squeezed them.

I was sitting on the examination table, she had me slide back a bit then took her white panties off. Not old lady panties, but nice french cut ones. I saw her hairy bush come into view when she got on the table with me. Her legs open to sit on my cock, I went to touch her pussy.

“Robert, we don’t have time for foreplay, just fuck me! I want you to fuck me now!”

I didn’t think that she had time to get excited and wet, but I wrong. She held her hairy pussy lips open and slid down on my thick cock. She was so hot and tight as she slid down on it, a leg on each side of my waist. Her pretty blue eyes closed as I filled her completely. I reached to her breasts and pulled them as she began to fuck me. I was sorry this would not be a slow and long experience but was wouldn’t have traded this moment for any other I had ever had in my life.

Miss. Smith, the beautiful school nurse that I had been in love with as a child was riding my cock like a woman possessed. Right here in the school’s nurses office, She leaned over and kissed me. Her hot pussy sliding up and back down on me all while gripping it tightly.

“I’ve always wanted to do this Robert, I’ve always wanted to fuck someone in my office. It’s been a fantasy of mine for years. Now fuck me Robert, fuck me hard!”

Hell, it had been my fantasy to fuck Miss. Smith since I was in the first grade! I didn’t want to disappoint her, I gave her my best. Her hips slamming on mine as she got wetter and wetter. I could hear the juices as they sloshed in her pussy. A sucking noise as she pulled up, this woman was fucking hot, I knew she would be when I was only a kid.

I grabbed her tight ass and pulled her to me as we fucked, her hips sliding forward on my pubic bone then back again, and her breath came faster as her tight pussy slammed on me. Her hand went to her clit and she helped herself along towards her orgasm. I saw her pink tipped clit as she rubbed it and she moaned to me in her sexy voice.

“Now Robert, fuck me now Robert! Oh God, I’m cumming now, Yes, yes now, fuck me harder now!!!”

I fucked her with all the force I could as her weight fell on me and her pussy ground on my pelvis, our pubic hair mixed with each others as we fucked with all the lust that had been building in me for years. Miss Smith came again almost crying out as she did and I was not far behind.

“Oh yes Miss. Smith, now, I’m going to cum now!”

She jumped off me and put her mouth on my cock, sucking it deep and her hand wrapped around the base of it, jacking me off as she sucked. it felt like I came in buckets, I had not had sex in over 2 months since getting out of the Navy, other than jacking off a few times. She swallowed it all but a few drops that escaped her full lips, Her brown hair flashing in the sunlight that came from the window as her head bounced on my cock.

She milked it dry and still she sucked, if only we had more time. I wanted to eat the furry bush that had just fucked me so well. When she finally stopped sucking it she looked up at me from her knees and smiled. I have never seen such a sexy thing in my life, those beautiful blue eyes looking up at me so innocently and a drop of my cum on her full bottom lip.

She got up and kissed me again, I tasted my own cum as her tongue dug into my eager mouth. We broke our kiss and I got up to pull my pants up. I reached down and got her panties off the floor to hand them to her.

“Keep them Robert, a little something to remember this by.”

I stuck them in my pocket turned and hugged her tightly.

“Thank you Miss Smith, You always had the best cure for what ailed me. And if I get to feeling badly again I know where to come for help!”

Miss. Smith gave me her home phone number as I was leaving her office.

“Call me Friday if you have time!”

I went and got little Ray since the bell had rung a few minutes before. My wrist and ankle didn’t seem to bother me much as I left the School Nurses Office!

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So after a little research on the internet, I discovered a popular “clothing optional” hideaway called Gunnison Beach, located on the Jersey shore, only about a 45 minute drive from my house. The first sunny weekend that came, I loaded up my canvas tote bag with sunscreen, an oversized beach towel, a giant bottle of water, a bag of trail mix–and off I went.

I wore a scanty cotton sun dress with no underwear, along with my wide-brimmed straw hat, sunglasses, and a pair of sandals. I admit that feeling the breeze blow across my nearly naked body as I drove got me off to a randy start. I started to lubricate before I even got on the Jersey Turnpike. By the time I pulled into the parking lot at Sandy Hook, there was a sizable wet spot on the seat of my sun dress. How embarrassing! No matter–in no time at all, I wouldn’t even be wearing it any more.

I gasped slightly to myself as I crossed the footpath and set foot on the beach. Off in the distance, past the clothed sunbathers, I could see my first far-away glimpses of nude brown bodies dotting the shoreline. As I got closer and closer to the clothing optional area, I was growing breathless with anticipation–both to be seen naked as well as freely gawk at all the wonderful naked men.

Not to be disappointed, I saw a lot of good-looking young bodies strewn about the beach. Of course, there were quite a few out-of-shape folks too–hardcore “nudists” judging by their deep brown all-over tans–but some real lookers too. I surmised a lot of the young, gorgeous men all clumped together were probably gay, seeing as there were no salivating women among them. What pride these guys must have taken in their lean, cut, gym-toned bodies! For the first time in too many years, I happily gazed upon the sight of other men’s penises. My husband wasn’t all that large down there–maybe average at best–so I was in my glory when I saw some of the spectacular specimens of meaty male members hanging around! It had been decades since the wild days of my youth when I had a steady supply of all the big cock I wanted. This little stroll was bringing back fond memories!

As I looked for a place to plant myself down for the day, I spied a cute young couple, probably in their late 20s or early 30s. The woman was, for whatever reason, clad in a modest one-piece bathing suit, but her hubby or boyfriend was quite nude. I decided to stake out my claim about ten feet or so behind them. Truth is, I was captivated by their body language. He was lying flat on his back, hands behind his head, while she lay with her head on his hipbone, eyes fixed straight ahead on his rather plump-looking penis which lay in repose along his flat stomach. She had the most devilish smile on her face, as she repeatedly licked her lips, as if she were contemplating gobbling him up for lunch.

I dropped my beach bag and spread out my big towel. Then without wasting another second, I shucked off my sandals, pulled the sun dress over my head, stuffed it in the bag, put my hat back on, and then just stood there, letting the sea breeze caress my naked body. No, I wasn’t going to win the hottest babe on the beach contest, but I was proud of how I looked. I am still lean and trim thanks to years of avid swimming, biking, and eating right, and even my boobs are still relatively firm, considering my ample 36 C bra size. My areolas are the size of silver dollars, and very sensitive, so my nipples perked right up in the breeze. Wow, this was fun! I was really actually doing it–going naked on a public beach. It was a gloriously liberating feeling.

After a while, I sat down and started a happy session of people watching. Big ones, small ones, brown ones, pink ones–people of all shapes and sizes to be seen. I had to admit to myself, though, that what I liked most of all was looking at the guys who had the biggest dicks. And there were quite a few. I saw some little shriveled boyish weenies too, for sure–but I spotted some nice hearty man-sized cocks as well. My eyes were glued to their crotches as the men strolled along the beach, their big knockwursts swaying with each step. I hoped my sunglasses would conceal the fact that I was a cock-crazy “dirty old woman”…and apparently a latent “size queen” to boot.

Eventually I sat down and stretched out on my beach towel, feeling the even heat of the sun baking every square inch of my flesh. My eyes were shut in bliss when my reverie was broken by a male voice,’ Excuse me. Excuse me, ma’am?”

I opened my eyes and at my feet stood a muscular, tan pair of legs and a very large, heavy set of flaccid male genitals. Raising my gaze higher, I beheld a clean-cut young man, probably in his early twenties. “Excuse me, ma’am, but I was wondering, might you have any extra water or a drink of any kind? I’m really thirsty and stupidly neglected to pack anything to drink.”

“Oh, let me see if I can help you,” I answered, sounding motherly. “I have this water bottle here in my beach bag. I’ve already put my mouth on it, but if you’re really thirsty, that may not matter to you.”

“No, that doesn’t matter. Just a little sip is all I need. I’m just so parched.”

I took out the bottle, removed the cap, and extended the open bottle up to him. I couldn’t help thrilling to the fact that my hand was now only a few inches from his rather impressive-looking male equipment. He reached down, took the bottle, and then threw his head back in a long swig. As he did this, his genitals jiggled. I was delighted to witness this from my perfect eye-level vantage point. I scooted forward a bit so that my face was even closer to his goods.

He extended the bottle back to me and said, “Thank you so much. You saved my life.”

“No problem. Have some more.” With that, he took another thirsty chug as I once again scooted yet little closer–close enough to practically bump into his manhood as it dangled only an inch or so from my face. What a view! Any closer and his plum-sized cock-head would have grazed my forehead!

“Wow. That hit the spot. Thanks again.” I told him it was no big deal and, looking up at him with his bare penis right in my line of sight, I invited him to sit down with me. “My name is Renatta. Yours?”

“I’m Doug.” We gradually got acquainted as my new and very naked and very well-endowed friend Doug sat next to me, cross-legged, leaving his big package to rest heavily between his legs on my beach towel. I tried not to stare but couldn’t help it.

We chatted and chatted, as I kept stealing glances at his wide, veiny cock and bull-like set of balls. I so badly wanted to get my face close to his organs again as it had been before, when he stood over me. But that would have to wait just a bit.

At one point, during our conversation, Doug looked kind of distracted and then gasped and said, “Woe!” as if startled. “What’s the matter?” I asked.

“Look…over there.” He motioned toward the young couple in front of us. The woman had finally done it: she had started to swirl her tongue all over her partner’s penis, and would periodically pop the head in her mouth, suck it for a while, and then let it pop back out noisily for another round of eager licking. In seconds, the man was sporting a full erection–and a rather decent-sized, perhaps seven-inch one, at that. The woman licked up and down, every inch of his shaft, and even licked and sucked on his testicles.

Well, this made me horny as could be, and I could see it was having an effect on my young friend too. His cock had started to plump up even bigger and began to telescope outward, adding a few inches to his flaccid length.

“My oh my. What shocking behavior in public!” I protested. “Of course, it kind of turns me on,” I admitted softly.

Doug stammered a bit incoherently, then said, “Yeah, uh, me too!”

With that, I became more daring than I ever thought I could be and I reached down and casually placed the palm of my hand on the inside of Doug’s thigh as we silently watched the young beauty fellate her man. When he didn’t flinch or otherwise object, I continued to rest my hand on Doug’s leg, and ever so delicately began to stroke his thigh and allow my fingertips to glide increasingly close to his ball sac.

We just kept watching the x-rated cock-sucking exhibition in front of us and acted as if nothing were out of the ordinary. Again, I looked for signs of discomfort or protest, but saw none. So I playfully lapsed into my best Little Red Riding Hood imitation, looked Doug in the eyes and said exaggeratedly, “Oooh, what nice THIGHS you have my darling!” He chucked. So I continued caressing his thigh, allowing my fingernails to graze his balls a few times. The stimulation caused his sac to tighten up a little, but he appeared otherwise unphased. With that, I turned my hand over, slid my upturned fingers completely underneath his scrotum and jiggled it up and down repeatedly. When he merely closed his eyes and sighed, I grew yet bolder. “And what big BALLS you have, my sweet! As I said “balls,” I firmly grasped him by the nutsack and playfully shook it from side to side. Its contents felt heavy and huge, like a pair of farm-fresh eggs.

Doug looked surprised, but utterly turned on and pleased. His penis jumped up to full mast almost immediately at this point, and I was quite impressed with its size. It was well over eight inches now, maybe even nine or more. Sensing no resistance, I continued my little game. “And such a big DICK we have here, my young friend!” With that, I batted his rigid pole a few times with the palm of my hand, and then slowly closed my fingers around his thick shaft and began to squeeze. Neither one of us was laughing or grinning now as the sexual tension was becoming overwhelming. Without uttering another word, I simply began to massage and stroke Doug’s big rod. In silence, we looked all around the beach to make sure no one was watching us, and then I just kept pulling and stroking, jerking my new friend off. In utter quiet I masturbated Doug, faster then slower then faster again. His organ felt positively hot in my hands, obscenely engorged as it was with blood. He was so thick, I couldn’t get my fingers all the way around his circumference. This was the biggest cock I had held in years.

After about 15 or 20 minutes of mutually blissful stroking, Doug whispered, “You really better stop that soon. It feels great, of course, but I’m on the verge of coming and that wouldn’t be very polite to make a mess all over your hand and blanket.

“Don’t be silly,” I whispered hotly into his ear. “The towel is washable and so am I. I love this huge cock of yours and I’m not gonna stop playing with it until you squirt a big load of cum all over the place.” Within only a minute or two of me saying that, he stopped holding back and began to fire volley after volley of thick, creamy sperm into the air, which impressed me once again by the sheer volume of ejaculate that spewed forth. I had cum on my hands and wrists, my belly, my thighs, calves, and ankles, and even some high up on my left tit from one particularly high-powered spurt.

“Wow, that felt amazing!” Doug sighed, as his cock gradually softened in my grip. I was quick to tell him how much I enjoyed it too, and then, as a gesture of appreciation, I bent forward and kissed away the last little bit of semen oozing out of him. After catching our breath, we walked down to the water and rinsed ourselves off. I did, however, leave the cum that was on my tit in place as a kind of souvenir. Still feeling emboldened, I grabbed Doug’s flaccid penis as we walked back to the beach towel and pulled him all the way there by it. That certainly raised a few eyebrows from onlookers as this woman who looked old enough to be this kid’s grandmother did such a naughty thing.

We sat down and rested for a while in the sun. For my own amusement and perhaps to shock anyone who insisted on staring at the old lady and her young stud, I kept my fingers wrapped around Doug’s dick for the remainder of the afternoon, never letting go for more than a second or two. Even when we lay on our backs, side by side, I rested my hand on Doug’s solar plexus, clutching his manhood the entire time. Anyone walking by could not have missed the expression of pride on my face as I held and squeezed the firm, thick, almost constantly erect penis that must have looked especially gigantic in my petite little hand.

As the sun began to set, it started to get chilly and we decided to call it a day. Still grasping my new-found prize, I said, “You know Doug, if you like, you can come to the nude beach with me any time. I’ll keep this beautiful big cock of yours busy, and when evening comes, we can go back to my place, where we can shower up and have dinner, and then maybe you’ll even let me suck on it and feed me some of that sweet, thick cum for dessert!” He replied simply by moaning in sensual ecstasy and kissing me feverishly on the lips.

Although there is almost a 35-year age difference between us, Doug has been my naked boy toy ever since that first day on the beach. That was over two years ago. I make him take off his clothes as soon as he enters my house, and I play with his big cock constantly, whether I’m dressed or not. I love to suck him or jerk him off, and watch him shoot his unusually copious loads of cum. Even if we’re just sitting around casually watching TV, I snuggle up close to him and massage or suck on his cock, sometimes for hours, making sure to slow down if he gets too close to the verge of ejaculating. It’s great fun to prolong his eruption, and the delay usually makes it all the more explosive when he does finally let loose!

I don’t even let him pee unless I’m in the bathroom, holding his dick for him. I love to aim it all around the toilet bowl and make it splash. When he’s finished, I usually kneel down and suck off the last few drops of urine. (I don’t mind it; it actually turns me on!) Lately I’ve even gotten into having him pee on my face or into my mouth when we’re in the tub together. Anything to be close to that big cock-head. We do fuck sometimes of course–maybe once a week or so–but for some reason, I actually prefer to make him cum in my mouth–or on my face or hair or stomach or tits. I just love to watch that big veiny monster up close as it spurts all that thick semen! Guess it’s just kind of my revenge against my no-good husband that I get off on having such a handsome young man with such big dick to play with. I feel so young again–because I have Doug’s huge penis as my own personal fountain of youth!