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A Husband's Hobby
Chapter 1
The first thing Mrs. Natalie Jenkins noticed about young
Jason Powell was that he looked remarkably mature for a boy of
only fourteen. She studied his tall, muscular form and his
intense blue eyes in wonderment, finding it difficult to believe
that such an obviously well-equipped young man would need the
services of Weatherly-Brooks Summer Camp for Boys.
Weatherly-Brooks was supposed to be a project to help under-
privileged or emotionally immature youths prepare themselves for
the important transition from eighth grade to high school. It was
conducted during the summer before the boys entered the ninth
grade, and it included programs of academic and social instruction
as well as the traditional sports and recreation activities
usually associated with summer camps.
This was Natalie's first summer with the Weatherly-Brooks
Camp, and she had, somehow expected the boys to be much younger-
looking than Jason Powell. As he stood patiently in the doorway
of the teachers' and counselors' cabin, the tall, brunette three
R's teacher couldn't hide her pleased amazement, and it was
several moments before she said anything.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Jason," she began breathlessly. "You are
Jason Powell aren't you? My husband said you had to pick
something up ..." Her words sounded hurried and nervous, but the
good-looking teenager appeared not to notice.
"Yes, Ma-am, I am ... Mark --- er, Mr. Jenkins --- said that
you knew where he kept his ... um ..." The tousled blond youth
suddenly stopped talking, his cherubic, as-yet untanned face
staring in innocent fascination at the beautiful wife of the
Camp's nature guide. In all his young life he had never seen a
woman so beautiful. Mrs. Jenkins was wearing a simple green Camp-
outfit, but her tits were so huge that they stuck out even through
the stiff cotton fabric. And the short-shorts that matched the
blouse seemed to have been deliberately designed with the gorgeous
teacher in mind. They clung to her provocative hips and buttocks
like a second skin, and they were so short that the entire length
of her slender, show-girl legs was exposed to the young boy's
gaze. On her feet she wore simple sandals, having removed the
regulation hiking boots after her morning teaching assignment was
finished. Jason looked her up and down with frank admiration,
before he realized that she was aware of his prurient
interest.
"What was it Mr. Jenkins wanted you to pick up, Jason?"
Natalie asked quietly, but with a firm tone in her voice. She
hadn't had Jason as a student yet, but since the classes changed
every week, she would doubtless see him in the classroom soon, and
there was no point in letting his adolescent interest get out of
hand.
"The ... um ... his ... The thing that he uses to test for
poison ... I mean, the book ..." The teenager's face was
beginning to flush with embarrassment, as he groped his stunned
young mind for the object of his visit. He raised his eyes to
look pleadingly into Natalie's lovely face for help, but when he
met her big, doe-like brown eyes he quickly averted his own. In
his fresh young mind he didn't know what was bothering him, but he
knew that he had forgotten completely what the nature guide wanted
him to pick up from his wife.
"The poison plants book?" Natalie guessed. "Or was it the
guide to edible foliage?" Although her husband had told her by
intercom that he was sending a boy to the teachers' and
counselors' cabin for something, the ancient communications
equipment was so unreliable that his voice had been completely
obscured by static. All she knew was that Jason Powell was coming
for something.
But the poor lad was at a loss for words. Although he was a
good head taller than the young woman, Natalie suddenly had the
urge to wrap her arms around him and comfort him in his distress.
She knew it was a motherly response, and inwardly she wondered if
she would ever have children of her own.
Oh, dear Lord, she thought momentarily. Why does it have to
be this way? What am I doing wrong? She was thinking about her
handsome, earnest husband, to whom she had been married only a
year. The way things were going right now, it looked as though
they would never have a family, and the thought tore the twenty-
five year old woman's heart out. She had mulled over the
horrible, incomprehensible consequences that could result from her
problems, but she tried to banish the thoughts from her mind.
Stepping down from the doorstep, she laid her hand on young
Jason's shoulder. "Why don't you come in and sit down for a
minute? I'm sure you'll remember what Mr. Jenkins wanted."
The blonde boy nodded gratefully and hesitantly followed the
voluptuous teacher into the cabin. The natural pine-wood building
was small, with a central living room off which the various
hallways and bedrooms for the camp's adult staff led. Since most
of the staff members were both teachers and guides or counselors,
no one was in the cabin during the afternoon except the black-
haired academic teacher. She invited her young guest to sit down
in one of the comfortable bean-bag cushions that dotted the
sparsely-furnished living room.
"Can I get you something to drink, Jason?" the brunette
offered graciously. Part of the camp's program was to help give
the boys confidence in themselves as human beings, and Natalie was
in the habit of being polite to all her young students.
"Um ... okay," the muscular youth replied with a nervous
smile. His long, down-covered legs were bunched up awkwardly on
the low bean-bag pillows, and underneath his regulation camp
shorts, the teacher was shocked to notice that he was surprisingly
well-hung. The slightly visible bulge of his sleeping penis was
outlined by the khaki bermuda-length pants, and just below it, the
two spheres of his balls were clearly pressuring against the
crotch seam. Natalie gasped on her way to the communal
refrigerator, vowing that she would not look at Jason's genitals
again, no matter how obvious they were when he sat with his legs
up like that. God, Nat, she scolded herself. You've got to get a
hold on yourself.
As she poured iced tea for herself and the boy, the black-
haired teacher shook her head in amazement. She supposed that her
uncontrollably salacious thoughts were partially due to the
problems she and her husband had been having, but she had never
imagined that they might have gone this far! To think that she
was actually staring at a young student's loins that way! God
help me!
When she came back in to the cozy living room with the
drinks, Natalie made a point of sitting beside Jason, rather than
across from him where she would surely be tempted to feast her
eyes on his healthy virile groin area. But as she settled into
the gigantic cushion, Natalie was uncomfortably aware of the warm
heat that seemed to be radiating from the youth's body. Am I
imagining it, or is he actually getting turned on? She was afraid
to turn her eyes in the direction of the boy, but she heard his
breath beginning to come in shorter faster heaves, almost as if he
was panting. And the cushion on which they both slat seemed to be
vibrating now, as if Jason's heart was beating faster ... Oh,
God, don't let it be happening, the woman pleaded internally.
It's only the second day of camp.
Frantically, the young wife searched her mind for something
appropriate to say. She couldn't bring up the boy's errand again,
for fear of jeopardizing his self-esteem, if he still didn't
remember what he had been sent for. But at the same time, she
couldn't let him sit here all afternoon, either. Her husband
obviously needed whatever it was, or he wouldn't have sent the
teenager back to get it. Finally, making her voice sound as
normal as possible, Natalie said, "What were you and the rest of
the boys doing this afternoon?"
Jason started at the sound of her honey-sweet voice, but he
quickly summoned up the wherewithal to respond. "Oh, well, Mark
--- I mean Mr. Jenkins --- was taking us on a sort of nature hike.
He said it would help us pass the wilderness survival test at the
end of camp. He was explaining about some of the plants around
here, and there was this flower ... a purple kind of long thing
... and ... and. Again the blonde youth's explanation seemed to
fade off into nothing. His blue eyes had inadvertently slipped
down from the woman's beautiful face and were now resting securely
on her sensuous breasts, watching excitedly the way they rose and
fell with every breath she took. A boyish groan escaped the
youth's chest.
"You know what, Mrs. Jenkins?" he said boldly, with
unprecedented suddenness. "I think you're too beautiful to be a
camp teacher." He made the complaint in all sincerity, and
Natalie turned to him in frank surprise.
"Why, thank you, Jason," she said with a healthy blush, "but
I certainly don't know what you mean."
"Well, I've been to summer camps before," he said
expansively. "Not this one, but other ones ... And the ladies
they have there are always old hags, like Miss Thatcher." Jason
made an innocent reference to the camp cook and nutritional
expert, a middle-aged, rather plump woman who had worked the
camp's kitchen ever since Mr. Weatherly and Mr. Brooks had started
the camp nearly ten years ago. It wasn't that Miss Arlene
Thatcher wasn't well-liked by the staff members and teachers or
even the boys, for that matter --- but she wasn't exactly a model
specimen of the female of the human species. The only other woman
at the summer camp for boys was Lucille Wells, the wife of the
marine biology expert. She reluctantly taught a class in leather-
working during the morning school sessions, but otherwise, the
snobbish blonde woman stayed out of sight, so none of the boys
really got to appreciate her classic, upper-crust beauty.
Natalie turned toward Jason and smiled warmly, daring to
press the boy's sinewy hand with her own. "That's very kind of
you, Jason although I wouldn't exactly call Miss Thatcher a hag.
She's really quite a remarkable person ..." The raven-haired
beauty was about to go on, but she could see by the look in the
blonde boy's eyes that he had already tuned out what she was
saying. He was visually feasting on her generous insufficiently-
hidden curves, and his mouth was hanging open in awe.
For several seconds, the teacher's concentration lapsed, and
she looked to the crotch of Jason's camp shorts, frankly watching
the long, hard bulge that had begun to strain slightly against the
fabric. He's getting a hard-on ... She raised her huge, moist
brown eyes to his face again, helplessly inclining toward the
youth's trembling virile body as she subconsciously let her fresh
ruby red lips fall open. God, he's so beautiful, and so excited
...
All at once the youth lunged toward her, gathering her into
his quiveringly strong arms and crushing his lips down onto her
mouth. She had teased him beyond his limited endurance, and
finally his defenses had collapsed.
The beautiful dark-haired woman trembled and struggled weakly
as delicious erotic sensations began to ripple through every nerve
in her body, but she knew it was useless. She had accidentally
tantalized the youth by her voluptuous nearness, and now he was
behaving like a lust-crazed man. Natalie's mind flashed with the
memory of how Mark's body had once excited her like this and she
hurriedly pushed the thought out of her head. This wasn't Mark,
but rather one of Mark's young charges. She felt his stone-hard
cockshaft pulsing against the softness of her uniform-covered
belly as he held her breathlessly tight against his young body.
She thought crazily that he might have gone insane with his
adolescent lust, and the realization made her suddenly more sober.
She pushed away from his heated embrace with jerky, urgent
motions. "Jason, I-I'm sorry," she said pantingly. With a
desperate thrust she broke free of the heated, charged embrace,
adding, "If you can't remember what my husband wanted you to get,
maybe you'd better go back to the group and find out."
The blonde teenager's face was full of mixed sorrow and
confusion, as he felt the clear rejection in the woman's tone. He
didn't see how she could be mad, just ten seconds ago she had been
erotically returning his kiss! He regarded her inquiringly for a
few moments, while she awkwardly stood up to get herself away from
his young tantalizing body. Then he said, "Well, you could call
him on the intercom, Mrs. Jenkins ... That way I wouldn't have to
go so soon."
Natalie had to smile at the undeniable logic of the boy's
suggestion. Of course ... The intercom switchboard was right
against the wall next to the fireplace, and every camp counselor
and teacher had a transmitter-receiver on his belt. It was
originally supposed to be a safety measure for groups going out on
long hikes or star-gazing expeditions, but over the years the use
of the intercom system had proliferated until it was used almost
as often as a telephone in the city. The equipment was out-dated
and often useless, but still ... Jason was right ... Mark could be
contacted much more easily over the intercom than if the fourteen
year old boy had to go out after him.
Jason was encouraged by the older woman's smile, which he
misinterpreted for acquiescence. He literally jumped up from the
cushion and grabbed the young teacher around the waist, pulling
her down roughly onto the squashed-out pillows.
"Oh, God, thank you, Mrs. Jenkins," he murmured hotly in her
ear. His hands were now shamelessly massaging her firm rounded
buttocks under her tight shorts, squeezing them and kneading them
with a hypnotic rhythm that jarred her from her head to her foot.
More and more the insane, unpredictable desire which had been
subtly building in her was taking control of her mind and
emotions. She wanted him desperately and was becoming less and
less able to consider the logical consequences.
"Jason, please listen ... I just have to try to reach Mark
... on the intercom ..." But her words were belied by her
actions, as she relinquished herself up to his powerful embrace
and he showered her face and neck with kisses of fumbling
adolescent fervor. Her loins were growing warm and she wavered in
his embrace as though she was caught between breaking away and
giving herself over completely to the unexpected pleasurable
sensations. Sensing her weakening resistance, Jason rolled her
over on the pillow so she was on her back, and he gripped her
ankles to spread them apart. Beneath the crotch of her short
shorts, the boy saw tiny dark tendrils of her soft curling pubic
hair, wisping out around the folded cuffs of the leg-bands.
Natalie tried again to regain some semblance of demeanor.
She vaguely thought she should close her thighs, but her body
strangely ignored her commands. Instead, her body seemed to be
controlling her brain, sending lewd messages to taunt her
conscience. Ooooooh, how long has it been? God, Mark and I
haven't made love ... oh, God! Is it really two weeks? She gazed
glassy-eyed at the youth standing over her, watching with a dazed
expression while he hastily removed the khaki shorts and the
screen-printed T-shirt of the camp's hiking uniform. Her eyes
traveled hungrily over his naturally golden-skinned muscular form
and a tingle of forbidden excitement coursed through her as she
sensed the power in his young body. Then she involuntarily
shivered as her gaze fell on the thick, hard penis that stood out
from beneath his flat stomach like a heavy, blunt spear. Natalie
remembered how often she had looked at young boys in her classes
in the city, secretly wondering just what their adolescent,
undeveloped organs would look like. Perhaps half the size of
Mark's, she had always thought, slimmer and shorter and maybe not
as granite hard ...
But as she stared at Jason Powell's heavily bloated penis she
inhaled sharply in surprise. Oh Lord, it's huge! I can't believe
he's only fourteen. She thought briefly of her first impression
of him as he stood at the doorway of the cabin, and she knew now
where that impression had come from. Jason Powell might be
emotionally a young boy, but physically --- physically, he was
every bit as developed as a man twice his age. The lovely black-
haired woman found herself wondering how Jason's little teenaged
girlfriends managed to take that gigantic solid rod of flesh into
their tender inexperienced pussies, and it suddenly dawned on her
that she, herself, was going to be asked to do that very thing.
But that's impossible! It's got to be too big ...
"Listen, Jason," Natalie began again, "I don't know what you
think I'm doing, but ... but ..." Her eyes rested on the lewdly
waving cock. "I don't think ... that ... you understand ..."
Jason made it quite clear that he didn't want to understand
the beautiful woman's protests. In place of his previously
cherubic expression, the boy now had a look of animalistic lust.
He reached his trembling fingers down and stroked over the bare
flesh of her arms and neck, insinuating his fingertips into the
open neckline of her cotton blouse. His body jerked when he felt
the gigantic quivering orbs of her lushly firm breasts, and he
began to claw at the buttons of the blouse. Natalie squirmed
helplessly as she caught sight of the intercom switchboard and
remembered that her husband would be looking for this boy if he
didn't go back to the nature hike pretty soon. But at the same
time, she was enjoying his youthful fervor in undressing her, and
she didn't even feel embarrassed when she felt him yank her blouse
out of the waistband of the matching shorts.
"Holy shit, Mrs. Jenkins!" the youth panted as he groped
behind her back for the hook of her bra. His fingers were
surprisingly nimble as he deftly unclasped the sheer white
undergarment, whipping it out from underneath her body so he could
read the size label in the back. "Holy shit!" he exclaimed. "36-
D! Jesus, Mrs. Jenkins, I've never seen a chick with a D-sized
tits before! Oh, Jesus, God, fuck!"
As his tongue was unconsciously rolling off admiring
obscenities, Jason fell forward over the woman and fastened his
mouth firmly over one large brown nipple. She groaned in excited
pain at his unintentional harshness, but the boy was too engrossed
in his luscious task to notice. His wet lips roamed eagerly over
the heaving ivory mounds, causing a twitch of blissful sensation
to rock her loins below. Her tensed buttocks relaxed and began to
rotate slowly into the yielding pillow below.
The young boy's hands and lips played over the sensitive
flesh of her upper torso, his eyes burning with desire. Tiny
goose-bumps sprang out over the whiteness of Natalie's smooth
flesh as her muscles tensed with her mounting fervor.
"Nnnnnggggg ... ugh ... shit, Mrs. Jenkins ... you got the
best tits of any chick in the world ... God damn! I sure would
like to fuck your pussy, Mrs. Jenkins!"
Natalie stiffened at the sound of the teenager's lewd words,
and yet the very lasciviousness of them excited her even more,
until she knew she was losing whatever control she had had over
what was occurring in the cozy living room of the teachers' and
counselors' cabin. She could feel the warm moisture spreading
outward from her curl-fringed cuntal lips to dampen the crotch of
her short camp shorts, and she tried to press her legs together to
ease the tantalizing burning sensation that was licking madly at
the pit of her stomach.
Jason's hungry kisses and maddening manipulations of her
blazing flesh was turning her entire body into a knotted bundle of
raw nerve endings, filling her with a passion that she was
powerless to check. A tiny cry of delight rose from her throat as
his hands seized both of her throbbing breasts and squeezed them
together like straining grapefruit until the two rosy nipples met
and his hungry mouth enveloped them both at the same time. Tiny
pinpricks of delicious feeling raced through the miniature
erections as he rolled each nipple around with the wet tip of his
pointed tongue. She could feel his warm, moist breath move softly
over her chest and throat as he lifted his head to lock his mouth
wildly against hers.
Natalie tried for a moment to squirm away, to make one last
valiant effort to put a stop to this salacious seduction. But she
was no longer able to command the strength to counter his powerful
young male grip, as he held her firmly pinioned beneath his
rippling young nakedness.
The voluptuous brunette soon forgot about the fact that Jason
would be missed from his hike, she forgot about her decision to
call Mark over the camp intercom system --- she forgot everything
except the delicious shafts of pleasure piercing through her flesh
like tiny pricking needles of fire. All that mattered was the
unbelievable joy of having this glorious young boy's lusty body
against her own tingling flesh. His hands slipped down from her
solid bulging breasts to fondle her hips and trace the lovely
outlines of her full-rounded buttocks under her shorts.
"God, you're gorgeous! Fuckin' A ... my balls are gonna pop
off if I don't get to fuck you pretty quick!"
His hoarse panting voice and impossibly obscene language had
the effect of exciting the young teacher into submission. She
threw her arms up greedily and wound them around his neck, pulling
his muscular torso deeper into the soft white mounds of her
breasts. She was a slave to the surges of hot longing that made
her ache to have him inside her and there was no thought in her
mind but anticipation for the moment he would thrust his long,
hard shaft deep into her needful vagina. She knew she could not
bear to wait another instant and she reached down to unzip the
front placket of her camp shorts.
Moments later, she kicked free of the garment, baring the
lower half of her erotically exciting body, and Jason pulled her
tightly up against him. Natalie's body was lost in the fire of
the moment and every muscle was tensed as she strained her loins
upward in an effort to capture the huge rod of flesh that pressed
tightly against the soft flesh of her thighs. The blond-haired
youth levered her legs back onto the cushion, then pried her
thighs apart and settled between them, positioning his body in a
push-up position over her prostrate form.
Natalie could see the boy hovering over her through her lust-
glazed eyes, and she felt the hugeness of his hot fleshy hardness
lying against the full length of her trembling vaginal slit. The
lurching head of his stone-hard cock rested throbbingly between
her widespread buttocks, insinuating itself up and down the sweat-
moistened crevice in a teasing motion that sent her hips twisting
upwards in a desperate attempt to capture the hard, lust-engorged
tip that would fill her aching need. Her belly was screaming out
to be filled --- she had to have it in her!
At last, in a panic of frustration, she reached her hands
down between their bodies and grasped the full length of the boy's
rampant cock. Her tightly-closed fist stroked up and down along
the thick hard shaft for a moment, feeling its heaving pulse
against her soft palms and the warm sticky fluids that oozed in
driblets from the blood-inflated head. She carefully guided it
into the valley of her buttocks, positioning it between the
mucous-covered flanges of her coralline vagina. She steadied it
there with one hand and placed the other on the boy's buttocks,
drawing with all her strength to pull it into her and let it drown
the gnawing hot heat that burned out of control in her belly. Her
eyes closed in ecstasy as she felt its first soft electrical
contact against the sensitive ragged edges of her moist pussy,
then she held her breath for what seemed like an eternity as she
lay in utter wantonness beneath the teenager, waiting for him to
impale her on the massive rod of his rigid penile flesh.
"God ... ooohhhhh, God," she whispered, splaying her legs
wider to give the boy greater access to her loins.
Above her, Jason's disbelieving delight gave way to a twisted
grimace of sheer animal lust as he heard her impassioned moan. He
still couldn't believe that she actually wanted him to do it to
her, and he wondered if she would actually beg him to put his big
cock right inside her. Eagerly, he flicked his hips forward to
tease her dampening cuntal lips even more, in the hopes that she
would ask for more.
Natalie felt her softly curling pubic hairs and the outer
flanges of her throbbing vagina being spread open by the thick
blunt head and she moaned softly at the cruel pressure against the
tight elastic opening of her pussy.
"It's okay ... oh, Jaaaason ... hurry!" she gasped as the
huge tip of the boy's adolescent penis slipped through the tight
vaginal ring, stretching the narrow vertical mouth until Natalie
could feel her thighs being forced apart by the relentless outward
pressure of the young boy's loins.
"Yeeeessss ... yes, more!" the black-haired woman encouraged
him, feeling her cuntal walls flowering open to accept his
enthusiastic young entry. "Oh, God, push it harder, Aaaaahhhh
..." Her eyes jerked open in her unashamed lust, and she stared
unseeing into his desire-contorted features. He was lost in the
rapture of her body, and he didn't realize what he was doing as he
ceaselessly pressed his virilely hardened young cock into the warm
softness of her unnaturally stretching vagina.
His no-longer innocent face was twisted into an almost
sadistic leer as he looked down and saw the beautiful woman
helplessly spread-eagled beneath him with the head of his cock
disappearing into the soft curling hair of her pussy. He fell
forward, his weight smashing down on her full ripened breasts. He
rammed his hips forward at the same time with all the strength in
his athletic young thighs, and his long thick cock slid into her
cunt like a driving piston, pushing the soft moist flesh of her
vaginal walls in rippling miniature waves before it. There was no
stopping it until with a loud slap his balls slammed heavily down
on the cheek of her tightly clenched ass. Her legs jerked out
wide on either side of his young muscular body, splaying out over
the edges of the nearly flattened pillow on which they lay. She
kicked futilely into the air as her ass seemed to screw itself up
into the sudden brutal impalement.
"Aaaaaagh!" she panted in surprise, then, "Oh, yesssss, YES!"
She tossed her head from side to side so that her shining black
hair tossed around her lovely face like satanic flames of fire.
She had never felt so completely filled in her life, and his heavy
rock-hard cock felt as though it had actually stretched her vagina
beyond its natural limits, tearing the tender walls as he speared
into her narrow passage with thoughtless enthusiasm. The fiery
rod of his plunging flesh felt as though it was going to come
bursting out her throat as the lustfully inflated, mushroom-shaped
head pressed hard against her sensitive cervix, the thick lengthy
shaft filling her belly to the bursting point. There was not a
single tiny ridge of flesh on the rock-hard, heavily-veined cock
that she could not feel as the walls of her cringing cunt clasped
around the rod as tightly as a hot moist glove. Afraid to move
for fear that he actually would tear her vaginal membranes,
Natalie lay quietly beneath him, trying to beat down the
erotically teasing shivers that were wracking her body even as she
tried to lie still.
Clamping his wet lips tightly over the young woman's mouth,
Jason began a slow rocking motion between her trembling thighs.
As the raven-haired beauty groaned helplessly beneath him, the
adolescent could feel the narrow stretched channel widening
slightly with each short smooth stroke. He looked down so he
could see his own tawny pubic hair tangling tightly with hers each
time the length of his thick fleshy male rod burrowed deep into
the pink throbbing furrow between her wide-splayed legs. He could
see the tight lips of her pink swollen cunt stretched almost to
the bursting point, the rubbery outer rim clasping tightly around
his gleaming cockshaft as it slowly plunged in and out of her.
Natalie twisted beneath him as her body slowly became
accustomed to the huge skewering penis and began to involuntarily
react to the boy's gentle fucking motions. The very thought of
her total surrender to this handsome teenager sent a chill running
up her spine, as she felt the slow, hypnotic rhythm of Jason
Powell's cock pounding wetly into the sensitive throbbing opening
of her vagina.
The boy felt her body begin to thrash beneath him and he
quickened his thrusts, grabbing her flailing legs behind the knees
and shoving them roughly back against her shoulders until her
ankles locked tightly behind his neck. Her tortured body was bent
back almost double and the glistening wet, flattened plane of her
crotch was presented up to his driving lunges, hot and pulsating
and deep. Staring down between their bodies, the youth slowly
withdrew his deeply imbedded instrument until just the tip of its
head rested within the swollen wet lips of her pussy. He
hesitated, then rammed forward with all his youthful energy,
driving the full throbbing length of his lust-incited member deep
into her helplessly exposed vagina. The wet flat smack of his
hips thudding against her pelvis resounded off the pine walls of
the little room as he thrust his dripping tongue deep in her
throat, stifling the low, animal groans that were forming there.
His hands insinuated themselves between the bean bag cushion and
the full white cheeks of her ass as he cupped them in his spread
fingers and palms so he could knead the warm, satiny flesh,
pulling the rounded firm globes apart. His muscular shoulders
pushing against the backs of her shapely calves kept her locked in
that helpless position while he rammed his fiery rod into her
steaming dilated pussy, sweeping her buttocks wider and wider
apart with each powerful forward lunge of his young straining
loins.
Natalie groaned defenselessly beneath him, her flushed face
showing a mixture of feelings pain and humiliation and exquisite
pleasure. She was powerless to move as he buffeted her helpless
body along the squashed-out cushions, driving gradually toward the
wall with every pounding lunge. Even her arms were pinned down at
her sides by her own up-drawn legs, and she could feel the giant
blood-filled head of Jason's cock sliding up and down inside her
warm viscous passage like a well-oiled piston. His bloated balls
slapped loudly against her anus each time he crushed his loins
into the valley between her buttocks and wafts of cool air rushed
maddeningly between her widespread thighs every time he withdrew.
His hands cupped her full heaving breasts, twisting and squeezing
them with a savage brutality born of youthfully exuberant lust,
and he pinched and tugged at the hard pinkish-brown nipples until
Natalie thought that they would surely burst from his wild
manipulations.
All hesitation and discomfort were gone now from the young
teacher's mind, and her face contorted into an unrecognizable mask
of wild abandoned passion. Her womb flared and the tight
resisting lips of her hair-lined vaginal furrow drew back to
receive the delicious ravishment of her secret genitals. She
desperately forced her hands out from under her pinioned legs and
wrapped them around the teenager's flexing buttocks as her
>From grobert@soho.ios.com Wed Sep 04 17:05:20 1996
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: HusbHoby 2/8 "A Husband's Hobby"
From: grobert@soho.ios.com (TheEditor)
Date: Wed, 04 Sep 1996 07:05:20 -0800
rotating hips slithered wetly upward to devour his young, lust-
hardened rod. His big balls smacked into the passion-drenched
crevice of her ass, making the whole sensitive area tingle and
contract in response to the strangely delightful sensation. Her
nails clawed a red streaked path along his back as she pulled him
deep and thrust her belly up harder to skewer herself completely
on the driving hot flesh of his pumping shaft. Her body began to
match his driving thrusts with her own rhythmic thrashings and the
straining pillow seemed to flatten out even more under their
wildly struggling pressure. The guttural sounds of deep panting
grunts and groans filled the fresh woodsy air of the cabin,
mingling with the wet noises of sweat-soaked flesh smacking
sharply against sweat-soaked flesh. The moist viscous slurp of
the boy's pile-driving cock slamming madly in and out of her wetly
sucking cunt only served to heighten Natalie's uncontrolled
arousal.
"Aaaaahhh, fuck, fuck, fuck," she chanted ecstatically over
and over as Jason fucked his throbbing young hardness ceaselessly
into her white rounded belly with long, hard lunges. The youth
could feel his hot white cum boiling inside his hard heated balls
as they beat wildly against her upturned ass. He grunted savagely
and quickened his stroke, grinding hard and deep until his cock
bored far up into the untouched hidden recesses of her womb. Her
breasts heaved and quivered up against the pressure of his chest,
their tiny hardened nipples digging into his skin like buttons on
a coat.
The black-haired teacher was no longer ashamed that this
magnificent boy wanted only her body --- even though it was the
first time in her year-long marriage to Mark that she had been
unfaithful. She wasn't ashamed because she was enjoying it so
much that her lust-dazed mind could no longer remember who or
where she was. All she knew was the delicious wave of stormy
sensation in her cunt as the boy's thick cock drove in and out of
her clutching vagina, with increasing ferocity and urgency.
Jason's pile-driving cockhead was colliding with her cervix
on every powerful stroke, and she could feel distinctly the sudden
lengthening and thickening of his already massively enlarged
organ.
He shoved his tongue wildly down her throat as his harshly
kneading hands pulled the widespread cheeks of her buttocks hard
up against his grinding pelvis, and Natalie could feel the thick
white liquid explosion of his teenage sperm rocketing from the
flaring head of his penis to splatter into the depths of her cunt.
The woman strained upward off the pillow in a frantic effort to
achieve her own orgasm, and she could feel her hotly clasping
vaginal walls preparing to explode.
"Aaaaahhhh! Unh ... God, I'm almost ... there ... ugh ..."
she grunted through ecstasy-bared teeth. "Unh ... unh!" Jason
hardly heard her desperate moans through the blood-roaring surges
of his own youthful climax, as he battered his exploding cock in
and out of her tensely clutching pussy in his hot, sticky cum
streamed ceaselessly into her frustrated vaginal passage.
"Zzzzzzt! Ccccckkk ... Natalie click ... Natalie, are you
there?" The fuzzy voice sounded eerily from the wall, and at
first the black-haired teacher froze stiffly with fright. Then,
her erotically aroused face took on a deep-blushing expression of
horror, as she recognized her husband's voice crackling over the
intercom.
"Natalie! ... zzzzttt ... It's Mark ..."
In their frenzied lust, Jason and Natalie had scooted along
the floor all the way to the wall, and now their heads were almost
directly under the intercom switchboard. Tears of fright, shame,
and humiliation sprang to the young teacher's eyes, as she quickly
realized that not only was she about to be discovered by her
loving husband, but also she was going to be prevented from
achieving the climax she needed so badly.
The youth still panting above her suddenly became frightened
too, thinking that his uncontrollable lust might get him sent home
from camp and into trouble with his parents. Sheepishly, he
rolled off the teacher's sweat-soaked body, sliding his deflating
penis from her trembling cunt with an embarrassed hiss. He didn't
need to be told to keep quiet, but his blue eyes were filled with
fear as he hurriedly began to dress himself while the nature
guide's wife reluctantly forced herself to get up off the lust-
soaked cushion.
"Cccrrkkk ... Natalie, where are you?! Jason Powell is ...
ccchhhttt ... ing ... Come in, Natalie!"
The brunette tried to ease her panting breaths as she flipped
the switch from "receive" to "transmit".
"Yes, Mark," she gasped into the microphone, "this is Natalie
..."
"Zzzzzccckkk ... oh, good ... I seem to have lost a boy ...
the one ... zzzzccckk ... to get the book ..."
Natalie looked disgustedly at the ancient communications
equipment. It was practically useless to try to get anything
straightened out over the unreliable transmitter, but she inhaled
wearily to try to respond normally. "Jason Powell is here ..."
"What? Where?"
"Jason Powell is here ... What book did you want him to
bring?"
The distressed teacher was suddenly aware of her blatant
nakedness, as Jason cowered in the corner with his camp uniform
on. He didn't know whether he should run away or stay, but he
tried not to make any noise that his camp counselor might hear
over the intercom.
"Ccchhhkkkk ... edible plants, with the pictures of ... click
... on the dresser ..." The garbled message was unclear at best,
but the sexually frustrated brunette was anxious to put an end to
the licentiously humiliating situation.
"Yes, darling, I know the one," she replied into the
transmitter, and then she switched the whole apparatus off, which
was against camp regulations, but which she had to do to avoid
further contact with her husband. She avoided Jason's puzzled
gaze as she almost frantically pulled on her discarded clothing,
but she told him to wait as she hurried down the hall to the
bedroom that she and her husband were sharing for the duration of
the six-week summer camp session. She darted her eyes about the
room quizzically, remembering that all she had heard was "on the
dresser". Since the dresser was the only piece of furniture in
the room besides the wood-frame bed, all of her husband's books
were piled there. Natalie flipped through the stack of nature
books until she found one with the words "edible plants" in the
title, and she sighed as she carried it out to Jason.
She found herself averting her eyes as she presented the book
to the young messenger, saying, "I think this is what Mr. Jenkins
wanted ... You'd better hurry with it ..."
The big blond boy was noticeably let-down by the older
woman's curt tone of voice. He was vaguely aware that she hadn't
been able to cum to orgasm, but as far as he was concerned, he was
willing to undress and finish her off right now. But her blunt
dismissal of him with the admonition to hurry made his young mind
whirl with confusion, and he almost felt as if he was going to
cry.
Taking the book reluctantly, Jason hesitated as he tried to
look into her big, sad brown eyes for some clue of her feelings.
He leaned forward slightly, intending to put a comforting hand on
her shoulder, but he lurched back like a branded calf when she
wrenched his wrist away.
No!" she spat out. "Just go on, now, Jason," she added a
little more kindly, but it wasn't kind enough to dispel the
fourteen year old's dismay. He trudged out disconsolately, an
inexplicable anger brewing in his mind, an anger whose direction
he did not know.
Natalie wiped the back of her hand across her forehead in a
gesture of helpless exhaustion. The tiny living room of the staff
quarters was in total disarray, the big comfortable bean-bag
cushions pushed this way and that out of the cozy circle they had
originally been arranged in. The switchboard table was shoved at
an odd angle to the wall, and the black-haired camp teacher was
afraid she might have pulled some wires. She flicked the old
machine on to see if it still had the characteristic buzz that
meant it was still functioning, and fortunately it sputtered into
action. Well, she thought, at least I haven't done any obvious
damage ...
Wearily, she tried to pull the pillows back into their exact
positions around the fireplace, patting and punching them back
into shape. She discovered one sandal under a cushion and
hurriedly searched for the other, as her legs seemed to twitch
spasmodically. Down between her trembling thighs she could feel
the intense hollowness in her unsatisfied loins as her needful
vaginal flesh undulated slowly as if in an attempt to create a
hard male penis there.
God! It felt sooooo gooood to have his cock up my cunt, she
said obscenely to herself. It had been two full weeks since she
had felt the delicious, erotic pressure of a man's lust thickened
cock-flesh in her pussy, and even then, it had been Mark's
cautiously nursed erection that had spurred her to her mild
orgasm.
Why did it have to happen? Why does it have to be this way?
the lovely brunette teacher moaned inwardly. It just isn't fair.
It had been going on for some three months now, since Easter
vacation. Natalie and her husband Mark were both teachers in one
of the high schools in the city. Natalie taught mathematics and
Mark taught science. They'd been married for just under nine
months at Easter when they had the week off together, and they had
splurged and taken what they had planned to be a second honeymoon.
Although neither of them had said it outright, the underlying
reason for the frivolous vacation was to see if Natalie could
become pregnant.
They were in Honolulu when they first noticed the problem.
Everything had gone perfectly that day, and considering the time
change that they encountered during their eight hour flight, both
the young teachers were in high spirits. They managed to take in
both a luscious dinner and a stage show that first night, and then
they went to bed to try for their first child.
Their love-making had been normal in every respect, too,
except they were strangely unable to reach orgasm. Laughing it
off that first time, the married couple attempted to ignore it,
but when their Hawaiian vacation was over, both young teachers
knew there was something wrong.
Then had followed the series of embarrassing tests and
marriage counseling, during which it was determined that they
might not be doing enough to satisfy each other's needs. Both
healthy young adults ridiculed this conclusion, saying that
psychiatrists and marriage counselors didn't know what it was like
to be in love, so how could they know what truly exhilarating sex
was?
But as the weeks wore on, the conclusions of the counselors
seemed to bear themselves out. Mark and Natalie reluctantly
admitted that the professionals might have a point and they
returned for another therapy session. The kindly European
counselor suggested that they tell each other their sexual
fantasies, and then try to help each other act them out, thereby
alleviating some of the inner frustration that they were both
beginning to feel.
For a while, that seemed to be the solution, but Natalie was
unable to completely comply with the marriage counselor's
suggestion. Well how could I, really? she asked herself
logically. Surely the doctor didn't expect me to go out and get
laid by some high school student. Fantasies are fantasies up to a
point, and then acting them out could become dangerous to a
marriage.
Oh, God, why? the pretty, full-bodied twenty-five year old
woman asked herself again. It had been happening for three years,
ever since she had first begun teaching. When she was single, it
hadn't been so bad. She would come home from school and finger-
fuck herself to orgasm while she imagined the firm, naked bodies
of her young male students. Once, she had even taken a yearbook
off the shelf and turned to the pages where the swim team was
pictured in their brief, revealing nylon trunks, outlining the
bulges of their young virile cocks with obscene clarity. That
page was still sticky with her dried female cum, where she had
held the page open with her dripping fingers.
Last June, when she had joyfully agreed to marry Mark
Jenkins, Natalie sincerely hoped that her preoccupation with young
men would fade into the background, and indeed, for the first
eight or nine months of their marriage it had. Sex with Mark was
so much more filling and complete than her previous finger-fucking
had been that the voluptuous math teacher logically assumed that
her fantasies were dead. Then this awful counseling had come
along to remind her of her imaginary perversion, and the poor
woman was beside herself.
To be fair, Mark was taking the whole embarrassing episode in
his stride. He was loving and understanding when his young wife
failed to reach her climax, and he would often strain his already
cum drained penis in and out just to make her cum. But at the
same time, he seemed to be becoming less and less interested in
their sexual relations, a fact which the counselor had attributed
to their underlying fantasies.
Mark had been open and willing with Natalie, telling how he
dreamed of fucking upside down, with the woman on the top, and how
he had often wanted to fuck his long hard cock up between her huge
ripe tits and cum all over her neck and chin. Natalie tried to
explain her own visions, too, but she could say only so much. How
could she tell her own husband that she lusted after her tenth and
eleventh grade math students?
When the counseling seemed to fail them, Mark had hit on the
idea of spending the summer in the country, away from the hassles
of the big city. A guy he'd gone to college with was running a
summer camp for boys near Lake Devonshire, and Mark decided to see
if he and Natalie could be hired as counselors or teachers.
Stuart Brooks had been all too happy to accommodate the young
couple. Normally, he tried to avoid hiring women in the basically
all-male camp, but the cook was a woman, and Lucille Wells was
there because her husband was. And Natalie Jenkins had the
additional qualifications to teach math and English, both of which
were included in the program to help prepare the young eighth
grade graduates for their high school education.
So far, Natalie found the camp refreshing and exciting, but
their two nights here had been uneventful. The lovely teacher
slumped into the cushion which had so recently been the site of
her almost-orgasm and buried her head in her hands. No, no she
moaned inwardly.
Don't make this go on.
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