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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
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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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