Patricia Forrest was appointed to be the chaperone for the group of high-spirited students from the East Riding School for Young Girls on holiday on the easy-going island of Majorca. All of the girls were well past their sixteenth birthday and most definitely nubile. Some of them were so nubile, in fact, that their feminine attributes were attracting horny males like flies to honey.
The resolute schoolteacher was a bit stressed out after the chaos of getting moved into the vacation villa and making sure the girls were all taken care of in terms of having their proper luggage and sleeping arrangements.
Young Cynthia Bendworthy came to her in tears to confide that her swimsuit had gone “missing” in a manner that suggested they immediately contact the local police. She mollified the girl by promising to take her on a special shopping trip to the marketplace to locate a suitable replacement at the school’s expense until her parents reimbursed her at a later time. Cynthia who was just recently 18 hugged her in a most inappropriate way and made Mrs. Forrest blush with the contact of skin on skin and the touch of lips on her cheek. The plump but shapely student’s generously apportioned boobs pressed into the attractive teacher’s almost flat chest with glorious exuberance. Patricia felt her hidden slit grow wet with anticipation like one of those terrible girls who walked the streets of the island paradise looking for foreign visitors with money in their pockets or purses.
She bustled the young girl off to bed in a room with three other young girls with oodles of excess energy. She considered putting her ear plugs in her ears to insure her much-needed rest. The young school-mistress stripped down to her undies, then removed them as well and looked at her slender 32 year old body in the full length mirror. Her bush was dreadfully dense but she had little time to attend to the repetitive shaving that she used to do to please her ex-boyfriend Ronald. She didn’t mind making the effort on his behalf because he was so terribly nice to her pussy with his persistent tongue.
Her hand wandered down to her female slit and she played with her womanly parts for a few moments enjoying the sight of her wanton behavior looking back at her in the mirror. She had stupidly left her constant companion Harry behind in her dresser drawer hidden under a stack of unmarked book reports. The long black eight inch cylinder was right next to her funny little butt plug that helped to stir up her juices on a cold winter night. Perhaps it was time she scouted for another boyfriend to attend to her feminine needs. She was in fear of being found out by one of the girls to be a nasty girl who liked to shove things into her openings just to force herself into one of those happy moments of orgasmic delight. She had often caught the young girls doing exactly the same thing and had externally professed total disgust with their behavior. Of course, she was more envious than disgusted if truth be known, but she needed to maintain proper discipline. Besides, it was always a good excuse to get their silly little bums across her knees for a spirited spanking session. She had already dished it out to most of the girls on this vacation trip more than once and she knew which ones leaked their juices at the mere touch of her fingers on their naughty bums.
Patricia fell onto the bed face down and buried her face in the soft pillow. She would use only her frantic fingers to bring herself off this night because she was such a silly ninny in leaving her pussy comforting equipment behind. She was whimpering so nastily into the wet pillow soaked with her tears and didn’t hear the door open behind her.
Cynthia stood like a statue right at the inside of the door. She looked intently at the heart-shaped bottom rising and falling stark naked on the white sheets and marveled at the thickness of the black bush peeking out between her teacher’s pretty legs. She was not certain if she should just creep back outside the room as quietly as possible or to jump into the bed and assist her in her effort to have a satisfactory orgasm.
She decided she would join the pretty schoolteacher and silently shook off her nightwear right down to her pretty black French thong that covered her closely shaven pussy and ass.
When she slipped onto the bed, Patricia was so engrossed in her activities that she was not aware that she was no longer alone. Her first indication that she now had company was the introduction of Cynthia’s educated tongue right into her pulsating pucker hole with a delightful slurping movement. The gasp of pleasure was priceless and Cynthia was quick to notice the attractive older woman pushed her ass up higher to get more of Cynthia’s long, pointed tongue and lips between her pretty fleshy globes.
The aggressive student cupped Patricia’s posterior with her greedy hands and soon they fell into a concentrated game of push and pull that made the schoolteacher’s ass jiggle like jelly in a windstorm.
Patricia glanced over her shoulder and recognized Cynthia as her anal licker. The knowledge of this fact immediately pushed the poor woman into release of her female juices which squirted out onto her probing fingers and the clean white sheets. She made a mental note to switch the sheets before the maid had a chance to inspect them with her knowing nose.
She twisted around and pulled Cynthia on top of her wrapping her long slender legs around the pleasingly plump young 18 year old girl. The girl’s closely shaved pubic mound rubbed her thick bush with happy resolve. The girl’s generously allotted boobs slapped her own tiny nipples with kinky abandon. Their faces were inches apart and the girl leaned down to explore Patricia’s willing mouth with her greedy tongue still tasting of the schoolteacher’s quivering rear door. The schoolteacher was not in the least discomforted by the fact that wet probing tongue had recently taken up residence in her bottom. In fact, she found the thought made her fall into a much-needed secondary orgasm that made her quake from head to toe.
After a short respite to catch their breath, the two women resumed their activities reversing positions and allowing Patricia to taste the hidden charms of the pretty girl’s bottom. After that, they fell off to a relaxed sleep dreaming thoughts of quivering holes and wet impulsive tongues. Patricia woke the girl up before the sun came up and she stealthily made her way down the hallway to the safety of her own room.
The next day, Patricia took Cynthia and another student to the mall to purchase a new bathing costume. Cynthia picked out the most revealing and the most expensive item and Patricia used her own credit card to show her appreciation for the unexpected evening of pleasure furnished by the sensuous student.
Donning her own Brazilian bathing costume, Patricia gathered up the entire entourage attired in like skimpy costumes and they made their way to the nearby beach like a mob of nubile princesses and a shapely stepmother. She knew her ass cheeks were drooping slightly in comparison to the young girls under her control but the attractive schoolteacher knew she had nothing to be ashamed of and that her body would appear appealing to any male interested in the opposite sex.
She lay under the shade of the hotel-furnished beach umbrella and watched the girls frolicking in the waves. She saw a pair of the young students matched up with long-haired males in what could only be a “copulating under the surface of the water” position but she did not interfere since they were being quite discreet about it. Some of the other girls kept throwing glances in her direction as if they expected her to come charging into the surf like some bull elephant to keep her little ones away from perverts.
A shadow blocked out the sun which was just touching her leg with warmth. She looked up and saw an older man probably in his fifties looking down at her with some degree of sexual interest. The sense of being wanted filled her with a warm glow of submissiveness far more instinctive than simple attraction.
“Did you want something, sir?”
The man responded with a burst of decadent sounding foreign words that sounded suspiciously like French. Patricia’s pussy was trembling now in anticipation because just the sound of the French language from the mouth of a male made her insides all jumbled and in need of cock to make her calmed.
“Pardon me, sir, I have not the use of the French tongue.”
The man sat down beside her and she felt the touch of his wet calf press into her bare thigh. She shuddered and loosed a little flood of pussy juice into her Brazilian thong like a spigot being turned on full force. She tried to calm her emotions and gisted his words to mean he was asking her if she required the use of his tongue to sooth her agitated state. She was mortified because she was certain it was because he misunderstood her words to mean she was asking for his tongue on her body.
“No, sir, you misunderstand. I was not asking for your tongue in my pussy. I just wanted to let you know I do not understand you.”
The attractive man’s hand wandered up her leg right to the point where her thong covered her bush. She was embarrassed to see that some of her untrimmed hair was sticking out the sides. He jokingly pulled on some of the strands and she felt the urge to strip the swimming costume off and give him full access. The shame of her desire was obvious with the wet stain in the middle of her bottom. In order to hide it, she flipped over on her tummy exposing the completely bare globes of her luscious ass. Her corded thong was buried so deep inside her crack that she looked naked to one and all.
The devious man whose name was announced to be Ramon with a wink of his eye as he explored the slopes of her naughty bottom and even inside her crack to feel the tightness of her cord rubbing on her little pucker hole. Patricia was almost panting now and she could see some of the girls looking her way wondering who the old guy was and what was he doing to their teacher. Thankfully, he held up a bottle of sun-screen in pretense that he was applying the salve to her skin to save her from the danger of the sun’s rays.
Not being able to postpone it any longer, she told the girls to gather together and head for the hotel to get ready for dinner in the main dining room. They ran past her giggling and throwing sideways glances in the direction of the deeply tanned Ramon and ogling his bulge in the speedo bathing suit.
When they were all gone, the sly Ramon turned the umbrella down and shielded them from the other beachgoers. Then he pushed her cord to the side and inserted his pre-cum dripping cock straight up the back end of her waiting pussy as she looked back with dread at the size of his huge erection. Fully impaled, Patricia whined her happiness and Ramon pumped her vigorously with savage desire. He spoke to her in staccato French which sounded less romantic and more depraved than his previous words. She was certain he was insulting her personally and females in general in “gutter” language spoken in the throes of kinky perversions. Patricia didn’t mind at all. In fact, she wished she know what each syllable meant so her juices would flow even stronger.
He did not hesitate to spank her bottom when she complained about his rough treatment. Instead of being affronted by his rude treatment, she went into a happy orgasm and humped back hard against his magnificent cock. Her ex-boyfriend was much too considerate of her sensitivity and her decorum for his own good and she reveled in the ill treatment wishing the impulsive Frenchman to even rougher depravities.
When he was finished with her, Ramon pushed her away and stood up not hiding the outline of his rampant cock. Several of the beachgoers laughed at the display and pointed their fingers at her silent form still horizontal on the beach sand like a lump of garbage waiting to be picked up.
Patricia almost ran back to the hotel trying to keep her guilty eyes averted from the other swimmers who would be certain to see her humiliation in her face. She took a much needed shower and shouted out to the girls to “Hurry up, we must not be late!”
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