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Sometimes you just need to take a break. It has been four weeks since school has gone back and when I woke up this morning to a glorious sunrise over Port Stephens I decided it was time to have a sickie. I called in at about 7.30 and faxed my lesson plans at 8.30. By then the sun was blasting into my lounge room window and I knew that it would be another hot day. I have numerous beaches to choose from and with the wind coming from the west I decided to go to Hardwood Bay surf Beach.
Hardwood Bay is also one of the more secluded beaches but has all of the amenities needed to enjoy the beach. The new surf club is only two years old and the carpark is shaded and close to the beach. The best part is that it is considered a 'locals' beach and the tourists don't seem to come here. It's not the peak season anymore and being a Wednesday I was surprised to see two cars in the car park. I grabbed my towel and beachbag and hopped out of the car. The other two cars had 'P' plates on them so I knew that some young local kids were at the beach.
I took great care to avoid the spider webs as I walked through the canopy of coastal Acacias and Banksias and walked onto the beach. The beach was empty except for a group of 4 lads out on their boards in the surf. Their gear was all piled up about 50 metres away. I threw my bag of spare clothes onto the sand and unwrapped my sarong from around my waist. Today I had chosen to wear my one piece swimmers because I like to get in amongst it in the surf and usually my bikini tops can't handle the action on my 34D boobs and they fly off. Its not that I'm a prude, I just hate losing them.
At 36 years old I'm holding up fairly well. I've never had kids, mainly because my ex husband didn't want any, so I'm still holding it together. I'm 5' 8" and I keep my hair shoulder length so that it is easier to maintain. I'm a brunette and because I swim often I don't bother with colours etc, they simply don't last. I sauntered down to the waters edge and then ran straight into the next wave. I don't believe in checking the water before diving in and today was no different. The water was just right. I spent about 20 minutes in the water enjoying the waves and the relaxing movement of the water.
I noticed that the four boys were out of the water and playing a bit of beach cricket on the sand. I call them boys because they were all about 18 or 19. Boys to me. I swam into shore and wandered over to my towel and dried myself off. I took the time to examine the boys as they mucked about. When one of them waved to me I knew that I had seen them before. I couldn't believe it but they were all students from last years Year 12. I gingerly waved back and they all made a point of waving to me.
That would be my luck. I take a day off work and a bunch of ex students come to the beach. I didn't teach any of these boys but I recognised two of them. I knew them because I had known their elder brothers. Intimately.
Craig Fleming and Josh Lamberti were two boys from Myall Secondary College and when I first came here six years ago they were in Year 12. I started at the school four weeks before the end of last term and just before I left Sydney I'd broken up from my husband of seven years. I was not in a very good head space after the break up and with the stress of starting a new position I started drinking and partying a bit much.
When school had finished I'd heard about a party at one of the boys parents houses a few streets away. Being new to the area I didn't know anyone so I invited myself along. The kids were very welcoming and I joined in the drinking games and played a bit of pool. We started on the Tequilla and after a few 'Lick, sip, sucks' I was wasted. I remember falling onto the lounge and Craig and Josh coming over to help me. I still can't remember some parts of the night but I do remember the walk home with them and what happened when I got there.
The three of us stumbled into my house and I grabbed Craig and began to dance with him. Next thing I know I was kissing him and then Josh was dancing with us as well. So I kissed him as well. Then Josh began pawing at my arse as we danced and I always get frisky when I drink so I thought, why not? I rubbed their cocks through their pants and soon enough we were all naked and fucking on the lounge. They were the horniest two men I had ever met. Yes, now they were men. Josh had about nine inches of cock and I swear it never went down all night. Craig was the second man to ever fuck my arse and they were the first to DP me. It was an extreme night of fucking. I felt invigorated by the knowledge I could still attract young men after my marriage had collapsed and I was liberated by my new found sexual power.
The next morning the two of them fucked me one more time and came over my face before leaving and never returning. It wasn't the last time I'd be reminded of it though. When school returned six weeks later I got hauled into the principals office and he very calmly asked me if anything had happened after the party as word had got around that the two boys had fucked me. I looked him straight in the eyes and said "Yes. But I'd rather you didn't say anything." You could have scraped his jaw off the floor. We discussed it a bit longer and his attitude changed as soon as he realised that, technically, they were no longer students. What really saved me is that one night at 11pm he turned up at my house as pissed as a newt and luckily for him I was wearing a nightie and he wasn't too drunk to fuck me for a few hours. He was a married man and for three years he would come over after his monthly Rotary dinner and we'd shag happily away.
He moved to a bigger school three years ago and apart from a chance encounter at a conference two years ago we haven't seen each other since. I don't usually have the energy to go out looking for sex during the school term but come the holidays and all those strangers in town ... well, look out. Last year I went to a nudist colony up near Byron Bay. That was good. I never got to have an orgy but boy did those men fuck me hard for 10 days. One day I had four different men at different times. My pussy and arse were well fucked by the end of it. By the end of it the management asked me never to come back as my behaviour was unacceptable! Ah well we'll see to that.
The boys hit the ball and it landed about 4 metres in front of me. I left it lying there and Kurt, Josh's brother, came running over.
"Hi Miss." He said as he picked up the ball. "D'ya have a good swim?"
"Lovely thanks." He was as good looking as his brother and I couldn't help but wonder if he was as virile. "You boys taking it easy hey."
"Yeah." He said looking at his mates who were now all grouped together looking over at us. "No point in working until you have to."
"That's right." I said. "May as well take it easy."
The other three came walking over and I saw that Mick Fleming was more muscly than his brother and the other two who I recognised as James Ferguson and Jono Reid both had wiry surfy bodies.
"Hi Miss." They all said as they came up to me.
I felt both excited and intimidated by the fact that I had four attractive young men in front of me and no one else about for miles. I stood up and wrapped my sarong around my waist. We chatted for a while about school and what was happening and I noticed that they were staring at my tits a fair bit as we talked.
It was getting a bit hot in the sun so I decided to make good my departure.
"Ah well guys it's been good to have a chat but I'd best be off."
"Ah Miss don't go just yet." Jono said. "Come and have a surf."
"No really I have to go." I said as I gathered up my towel and bag.
"Yeah no worries Miss." He said.
"Please," I said to them, "call me Gemmah."
"Nah." Said Mick. "You'll always be Miss."
I laughed and we all walked back towards the clubhouse. I hate getting into the car with salt water all over my body and in my hair so I was going to have a quick shower in the new shower rooms.
I waved goodbye to them as they wandered back towards their clothes. As they walked they began nudging each other and looking back at me. By the time I had walked into the shower room the boys were all back at their clothes. The shower room had six shower cubicles on the left and six toilets on the right. In the middle was a large slat timber table with seating around it. The cubicles don't have a little shelf to put your clothes on so I put my bag on the floor and hung my towel up on the hook.
I kicked my thongs* off and slipped out of my swim suit. The water was cool and as I slipped into the stream my nipples hardened. As I washed my hair I thought I heard scuffling out in the change room. When I turned back facing the shower I heard it again and when I turned back I saw a mans hand reach in under the door and pull all my gear, except my towel, out of the cubicle.
"Oi" I shouted as I made a futile grab for the bag.
That was when I heard the boys laughing.
I grabbed my towel and wrapped it around myself. I was anxious about walking out into the room but I had little choice. I put on my best teachers voice and stern look and walked out into the room.
"Alright you lot give it back." They had emptied my bag onto the table and my clothes were piled up in a heap.
"Bugger." Said James. "She has her towel."
"Yeah tough luck James." I said. "Come on and give me my gear back."
"Come and get it." Mick said standing in front of it.
"Mick and I think it's only fair that we get to have a look at what our brothers had." Kurt said as he looked me up and down.
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