My husband wrote up the circumstances of me having sex with three guys on a beach recently. ( Four counting him.)  First of all, I come off sounding like a slut. Ok, maybe I was but... I'm not always like that. Maybe I'm like that new thing they call "Bi-polar"  I guess, because most times I'm just a fun loving giggly girl. I was the "Class-Clown" in High School, and I've always had this urge to get male attention.  Once I found out how guys SO getoff getting blowed, finding out I didn't have to act goofy altered my thinking.      I LIKED seeing their happy faces when I unzippered them and did my thing. Just to set the record straight... My hub calls me Angie in his detailing.  My full name is Leigh Angelina.  I stopped using my first name when I was a Sophmore because guys kept pronouncing my first name as "Lay"  instead of the way it SHOULD be... (  Lee!)

Strangely, as my hair grew longer, guys seemed to come my way a lot more.  I'm blessed with near to ass long auburn hair, and though it takes hours to dry, I never cut it.

I got a Rep as "easy" pretty soon but... Most times I just blew guys and didn't fuck, so being called "Lay" irked me.   My gal friends used to gripe about "Having to do oral"  but I found it a wonderful way to be appreciated, and actually made it my goal in life to be the best. ( Pretty sure I was!)    Once I became a Senior,  (  Turned 18) I noticed some of my teachers started getting "Friendlier."   ("Now that your legal Leigh?" )  they'd kid around,  and they'd suddenly hug on me etc etc etc.  I won't lie.  I LOved the attention. A lot!  At first I merely let them grope my ass, but...  A MAN on me set me off. It wasn't long before I reciprocated with the tongue kissing thing.

         Peter, my English teacher was the first  teacher to reach into my top and push my bra aside to fondle my tits.  The way he stared at my bared breasts turned me on big time. Hooked for life?

Peter was gorgeous!  I was 18, he was maybe 40. a bit of "Silver" on his temples but so cute. 

He literally "walked"  me backwards into a closet, and I guess I was overwhelmed by his forcefullness?  Rape?  NO!   I got FIVE freekin orgasms in three minutes.

I had been fucked maybe five times up till then, but..  The way Peter went after my neck and mouth had me passionately weakened. None of my own age boyfriends were compareable in the least!  My next "Older guy" went even better.  I got spoiled.

My Science teacher seemed the classic "Geek."    Middle-aged, a bit of a belly paunch, but..  bedroom eyes to die for! His eyeglasses only seemed to magnify that.

In truth, I didn't understand half what he said in class but...  Often I caught him looking toward my skirt area in class.  On a whim one day,  ( I had some wine in me)  I showed up wearing a Mini and.. NO Undies!  Being pantiless I guess made me feel horny?   Yeahhh... I did the "Sharon Stone"  thing on him when I thought he MIGHT be looking my way.

     When I then heard "Harold"  stuttering, it set something off in me enough that actually brought an orgasm on.   He kept staring my way off and on, and...  I felt this "Power thing"  in me that excited me to cum zone.

            He was married though.   Truth?  That maybe made me want to "psyche"  Harold more?      I'm a bad girl?

                     I actually believed I was just "playing"  but...  When the bell rang, and everybody else left, I lingered behind.    

           Harold almost scolded...   "Angelina, don't go there!"  As he noticed my "Big-Browns" eyeing him.

          "Where? Here"  I laughed,  as I groped his crotch.

           He looked so stunned, I loved it!       

His head layed on my neck, he sighed.  As I drew him closer and fondled his balls through his slacks, Harold groaned......

             I assuaged him with.... "Your not doing anything. I am."   As I found his zipper and kneeled in front of him.

               He pointed at his wedding ring.  "How is that relavant right now?"  I questioned, as I pulled out the first uncircumscised cock I had ever seen.

Maybe I got "Penis-Envy?"  I don't know but....... Whenever I see a penis, I get this tingly urge to "Examine it" fully.   My intention was to "just"  blow him but.....

     As Harold lifted my skirt,  my hormones went wild.  He was groping my ass and making complimentery remarks,  and...  I am a wilted flower to compliments.

          "Like that huh?"  I teased,  as his hands squeezed my ass.

               Wasn't long before I felt his cock taunting my vagina.

                  I helped.    I PUT his cock in me, and we were on the floor, and Harold seemed shocked by my verbalality.  ( I DO get very vocal when my clit is excited.)

"I'm married, old, and ugly"  Harold sighed,  as he pumped into me.

           In my "Intense mode"  I answered with my true feelings....... "Right now, your MY Brad Pitt honey!"

            Truth? Harold looked like a sweet angel the way he was looking at me as I rolled him over and did my "thing"......       

   "Like the way my tits swing around?" I teased,  as I fucked him"On top".

               "Ohh yeahh!"  He moaned, gobbling up my boobs greedily in his hands,   And I was happy.

"You OK?"  Harold then asked, as my body stiffened, and shook violently.

          (  I can look very weird when I cum.)

         "You peeing on me?"  he asked.

        "That's not pee baby, that's cum."  I noted.

               When I orgasm, I do a flood. Genetic thing I guess? 

My husband has "adjusted" to my "Need"  for "Other guys"   ( Read the beach story) and........

I getoff when he's there taking photos of me "In action"  now.  I didn't used to like that, but I'm good with that now.