Claire at the Beach

Everyone knew that the trip was completely phony. Neither the students nor the department believed Claire when she said taking the class to the local beach would be a good opportunity to study the biome they had studied in class, let alone the sealife therein. The fact was that Claire just wanted an excuse to get a day off near the end of the semester, and the beach was where she felt the most comfortable. Near the ocean, in her bikini, showing off her tight body, she felt at peace, happily showing off to strangers and, in this case, students alike.

The students were mostly male, and of varied backgrounds, some were jocks, some were nerds, some were even international students, but for the most part they were all somewhat good-looking, and, based on how they looked at her, they all liked women. In reality, only a few were actually smitten by her, but they all sure appreciated an older beautifully aged lady like Claire. In the end, the University approved the outing, as she had covered all of the semester's content already, and so it was that Claire found herself with her class at the local beach with her students on a random Tuesday in April, wearing a not-entirely-tame black bikini, that showed off just enough of her B-cup breasts, and rapidly going over the composition of the sand and the temperature of the water and the sort of creatures one could expect to find there. After that quick study, she told them to go explore on their own, releasing them to do whatever they wanted. Some started playing sports, the few girls present suntanned, and a good amount of them started stealthily drinking out of opaque containers.

As for Claire, she laid down and entertained herself with a book, as her pupils tried their best not too stare too much at the woman they had spent a whole semester listening to and respecting. Sensing their eyes on her, Claire started getting wet between her legs. She waited for a long time to see if any of them would have the balls to approach her; after all, the semester was almost over and their final grades were all but set already, they wouldn't be risking all that much by striking a casual conversation, or even innocently flirting.

Of course, Claire wanted more than innocent flirting, she wanted one of the boys she had masturbated thinking of in the past to approach her and ask her out, or offer her a drink at least. Once she realized none of them would take the initiative, she made the move and had one of the more handsome students give her some of the tequila he was secretly drinking, which she could smell on him from a mile away.

Once the ice was broken, more and more guys came closer and sat around her, as they passed drinks and got tipsy with their marine biology professor. Claire could feel their gaze intensifying, and sensing how they were not just looking at her body in her sexy bikini, but picturing what it looked like without it. Soon enough, the conversation turned personal and then lewd. She explained that yes, she was married, but no, she didn't get fucked hard or often enough, and that yes, she would be open to extra-marital fun. By then the alcohol was freely flowing, and weed was going around too, and some bold students made their move and placed their hands on her; first on her thighs and waist, then her breasts, then came the kissing.

The first kiss was deep and in many ways soft one, but she turned it into a sensual and dirty french kiss as she put her tongue down his mouth and started dashing and dancing it against his, all while her pussy was experiencing a warmth and creaminess she had not known for many moons. The student then fully cupped and caressed her breast, at which point most of the girls around left, but a few remained to watch as she turned to another boy and kissed him too, then another, then another, then they gasped when her bikini top came off and the men were fondling her bare breasts, rubbing and twisting her nipples. A bold young man put his hand down her bottoms and started rubbing on her clit, then pushed in one, two, three fingers, making Claire moan and invite more.

Suddenly respectable married professor Claire was turned into a public beach whore, getting fingerbanged by a man much younger than she was as her other students watched and waited for their turn, as strangers walked by and stopped to stare. Claire did not think at all about what her husband or the university would think if they found out about this, all she thought about was how wet and warm her cunt was.

The professor did not wait for the students to take the next step, it was she who started rubbing the cocks of the boys next to her, and then pulled them out; they were both nice and girthy. As she made out with them she started jerking them off, and before she knew it she was on all fours, sobered up but high on life, completely free of pudor or care. In that position she started sucking on the first cock presented to her, and for most of the following afternoon her mouth was well filled and worked out, while behind her, students took turns taking over her married pussy, pumping her with such vigor and gusto she felt like the luckiest woman on earth.

Claire did not go as wild as she used to when she was younger, she did not take a facial nor did she did anal, she just swallowed their loads like a good slut, and let them enjoy her cunt over and over, letting them either fill her up or give her backshots. The day went on and little by little the students started leaving, until it was just Claire and the most virile and horny ones, the ones that fucked her over half a dozen times each that day. After it was all said and done, she excused herself and walked into the ocean to clean herself with the pristine water. She had never loved the ocean as much as she did right then and there. When she went home she was radiant, with a glowing smile on her sex and the post-sex haze that was unmistakable on her. Her husband realized right away that she had gotten fucked, but little did he know by just how many people she had gotten railed. He didn't do anything about it.

***

Claire went about her life as if nothing had happened, and so did her husband. The semester ended without her getting in trouble, thankfully. It turned out, however, that one of the passerbys had taken her picture, and used some online tools to find out who she was. Not too hard given modern tech and how her picture was posted all over the department's website. The stranger contact her, not to blackmail her, but to invite her to a club on the other side of the beach, about a mile further down and near a sketchier part of town, a secret club where no one would know or care who she was, where she could just be a nameless eager whore, as she clearly wanted and needed to be.

When Claire goes into the club she is sporting a milfy camo-print bikini and a trucker hat, showing off like the proud Florida woman she is. When she leaves, however, she is almost unrecognizable, with her hair matted with dry cum and urine, her breath smelling of all the assholes and nuts she kissed, licked, and worshiped, her cunt filled with a torrent of stranger's cum, and her asshole gaped beyond sanity, turned into a sheer red rosebud that betrayed how deep and thoroughly she had been sodomized. In there she wasn't a professor, she wasn't a married woman, she wasn't even Claire, she was little more than a fuckpet and a urinal, a nameless piece of flesh to use and discarded, just what she needed in her life. Her husband knew better than to ask what she got up to on her nights out.