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A Husband's Hobby
Chapter 2
Natalie rose from the cushions almost as suddenly as she
had sat down. The demanding tingle up between her legs
refused to be quieted, tormenting her with its fiery,
unfulfilled insistence. Oh, Lord, dear God, she groaned
silently. I'll never be able to stand this ... She paced
the living room of the staff cabin nervously, glancing
every so often at the intercom switchboard that had so
rudely interrupted her quest for orgasmic release. Her
inner thighs seemed to be burning as she rubbed them
nakedly together when she walked. She could feel the
crotch-band of her panties soaking warmly with her
still-oozing lubricating fluids as her whole belly ached
with need.
Finally, in desperation the beautiful young brunette headed
urgently toward her bedroom, plopping herself down across
the double bed that she and her husband shared at
Weatherly-Brooks Camp. Her hands flew up to the tips of
her thrusting breasts, tweaking them gently through the
stiff material of her camp blouse. She began to unbutton
the uniform with one hand while the other crept down to the
crotch of the short-shorts, rubbing sensuously over the
rise of her pubic mound. It was something she had been
trying to avoid during the whole three months of Mark's and
her problem, but it was something she could no longer
prevent. She had to have satisfaction.
Loosening the blouse, Natalie slipped her fingers under the
sheer fabric of her bra to knead the soft, warm flesh of
her breasts, pinching the pliant nipples to rubbery
tightness. Her mind spun over the numerous young male
bodies she could remember from her three years of teaching
at the urban high school, and she picked several out for
their fantastic, healthy looking magnetism. The
black-haired teacher couldn't help but think of their
bodies now, their firm-muscled chest and long, sinewy
thighs, their tightly flexed young buttocks and ... and
Oh, God! their delicious long hard cocks!
Although the young woman had never actually succumbed to
the temptation of her unwitting young pupils, Natalie had
dreamed and fantasized about them so often that she felt as
if she had actually known them, in all their youthful naked
splendor. And her mind-visions were made all the more
tangible now by the recent, so near and yet so far
stimulation of a real flesh-and- blood youth, the fourteen
year old boy whom her husband had sent to pick up a book.
Dear God! the lust-crazed woman repeated to herself as she
squirmed into the mattress with her hips. I was so close!
And Jason Powell was really here, right here between my
legs, and his lovely thick cock was right up in my pussy,
god! Right up there in my belly!
Her long shapely legs began to scissor open and shut in
remembered lust as she hurriedly unzipped her shorts and
slid them down over her hips to land beside the bed on the
floor. Her thin nylon panties were stuck drenched into the
crevice between her firmly molded ass-cheeks, and she had
to arch up off the bed to remove them. Reaching down the
full length of her reclining body, she teased herself with
a rhythmic pinching of her clitoris, fanning the burning
passion that still remained from Jason's untimely
departure. Her smooth rounded buttocks quivered tensely
into the quilt-covered bed until she could feel the raised
seams of the patchwork rubbing against the tender swelling
vaginal lips. At the almost electrical contact, her breath
quickened into a soft panting, and the fiery passionate
yearning blossomed ever more insistently in her loins.
She tried to imagine the first nine months of her marriage,
when Mark's heated touch would send her reeling into
unknown heights of erotic excitement, and when her prurient
interest in youthful males was at its all-time low. Back
then, Natalie had really thought she had overcome her
problem ... She had been convinced that marriage to
athletic, energetic Mark Jenkins was the cure for her
forbidden fantasies.
But now as she writhed on the bed under her own salacious
ministrations, Natalie moaned out her realization that she
had been wrong. Perhaps it would have happened even
without the unfortunate problem she and Mark had been
having lately ... Or worse, perhaps Natalie's very
fantasies were somehow the cause of her failure to achieve
satisfaction in her marriage bed. But whatever the
explanation, the gorgeous teacher couldn't deny the
demanding hollowness of her loins ... She had to fill her
need, no matter how illicit her methods.
Her soft, ruby-lipped mouth opened in sensual rapture as
both her hands scurried madly over her body as though they
were no longer controlled by her brain. Her long fingers
floated down over the creamy flesh of her belly, coming to
rest on the dark, still-matted curls of her pubic vee, at
the entranceway to her burning genitals. She groaned at
the sudden contact with her hard, sensitively aroused
clitoris, and she moved her legs far apart on the bed to
reveal the glistening little pussy between her thighs. Her
trembling fingers slipped downward to the swollen tingling
lips of her vagina, pulling them outward with a slow,
torturing movement until the deep pink slit was completely
exposed to the warm sunlit air and the tiny throbbing
opening between them pulsated open and closed like the
upturned mouth of a hungry baby bird.
Slowly and gently, she began to insinuate her long, slender
middle finger into the warm depths of her wetly-throbbing
cunt- hole, forcing it downward until it lay completely
buried in her greedily clenching channel. She teased at
the erected bud of her clitoris with her thumb, as she
closed her dark, moist eyes and imagined how young Jason
Powell's cock had felt only a few minutes ago.
Her breathing slowed as she felt a wave of intense heat
pass up through her body. She opened her legs wider as she
probed her long middle finger up inside her heated cuntal
flesh, trying to quench the tiny teasing flames licking
down between her legs.
Abruptly she brought her licentious probes to a halt.
Natalie, what are you doing?! she demanded mentally.
Isn't it enough that you let that young teenage boy fuck
his cock into you, and cum? Do you have to completely give
in to your wicked carnal desires? Her conscience scolded
the beautiful naked brunette as she lay sprawled on the
bed, engaged in the lewd forbidden activity she had
willingly given up on the day of her marriage to Mark.
Now, only a year later, it seemed as if she was flaunting
those marriage vows in as many ways as she could, first by
her adulterous association with the young camper, and now
by her own uncontrollable urges to finger fuck herself.
That's what it is! her brain taunted, finger fucking. She
tried to order her arms to pull away from her hotly
seething little cunt-hole, but it did no good. Instead,
her body seemed to defy her brain's orders by hungrily
thrusting another finger past the wetly quivering lips of
her vaginal opening, slowly parting her pussy-hairs and
widening the narrow slit as she carefully rotated the
inserted fingers with calculated precision. Before her
marriage, she had learned how to quickly bring her body to
the necessary peak of excitement, and now in her frustrated
frenzy of mounting erotic lust, she jerked her legs all the
way back against her heavily heaving tits and ground her
naked hips upward to meet each plunging fuck of her
fingers.
The smooth interior walls of her cunt closed around her
probing fingers like a second skin, bringing promise of
relief. She rotated her hand from the wrist, trying to
imagine that her fingers were a male penis, engorged and
throbbingly alive, sinking deeper and deeper inside her.
Her hips churned slowly into the bed in response to the
rhythmic thrusting of the delicious imaginary cock embedded
deep up inside.
Natalie's lovely face contorted with the effort of her own
frantic manipulations as she strove desperately to reach
the pinnacle of her lust. She could hardly control the
convulsive spasms of her desire-wracked body as she reacted
involuntarily to the uncontrollable need which had been
aroused by the beautiful blond boy who had been sent to do
an errand for her husband. God! If only she could have
held his energetically virile cock inside her a few moments
longer ... if only there was another youth with another
youthful penis, fully erected and pounding with desire.
Her two slim fingers were barely enough to satisfy her
raging desire, and with a throaty, animal-like groan, she
thrust another finger into the depths of her ravenously
hungry pussy, wantonly heaving beneath her slamming hand in
a near-agony of lust as her unthinking passion built to
almost unbearable heights.
"Ooooohhhh ..." she moaned, her head flailing from side to
side on the patchwork bedspread. In her imagination she
tried to convince herself that the penis inside her was
expanding, as her third finger stretched her vaginal walls
like a cock getting ready to explode. Her thumb played
over her eager clitoris, stroking it frantically as she
pounded her fingers in a frenzied rhythm.
Her naked breasts heaved and fell in deep violent waves.
Her hands almost clawed at her grasping cunt in her feeble
simulation of fucking. Whimpering moans of pleasure wafted
up into the bedroom as she drove faster and faster into her
hungrily working pussy walls, fucking her fingers savagely
up inside as she strained wildly to cum. Her long dark
hair whipped around her face and she gasped out her
frustration as she strained and struggled for release.
Surge after expectant surge of power swept through her
veins as she came closer and closer to her climactic
orgasm. Suddenly, a series of spasms of uncontrollable
pleasure shuddered through her sweat-glistening body that
shook her from head to toe. She could feel the automatic
contractions of her cuntal walls around her thrusting
fingers, as her female cum began to gush freely out from
between her clenching vaginal lips and around her
plundering fingers. She imagined that she was being filled
with wave after wave of delicious adolescent sperm as her
own orgasmic juices flowed endlessly. Her hands clenched
tightly at her undulating pussy and her legs drew in
tightly together as she wailed out her relief.
"Oooooaaaaahh, God! God, God, ggggooooddddd!!
Aaaahhhmmm."
Gradually, her muscles began to relax, and her legs fell
slowly into a lewd, outspread position as the tides of her
orgasm receded, and the imaginary penis slipped from her
finally gratified cunt. She pulled out her lubricant
soaked fingers as she whimpered softly to herself.
"Mmmmmnnnn hhmmmm ..."
She felt herself drifting off into a calm, peaceful sleep,
and it took a conscious effort to arouse herself. Oh,
Lord, she thought guiltily. I couldn't fall asleep and let
Mark see me like this! She raised her hands from her still
hotly twitching pussy mound and looked at the slippery, wet
droplets of cum on her long, slender fingers. Her huge,
perspiration shiny breasts were heaving voluptuously as she
looked down the curvaceous naked length of her own
traitorous body, and Natalie was suddenly overcome with
shame.
She thought of young Jason Powell, with his long thickened
penis cumming like a fire-hose up inside her ravaged pussy
only an hour ago. The gorgeous little fourteen year old
had had no idea of the import of what he had been doing.
He had been responding to his adolescent needs, without
realizing the implications. It was she, Natalie Jenkins,
who had really been responsible. And it was she alone who
would have to take the blame, if anyone should ever find
out about her helpless inability to control her desires.
The pretty black-haired woman dressed herself quietly,
keeping her ears alerted for any sound in the adult staff
cabin. If anyone was in now, he might have heard her
abandoned cries of a few minutes ago, and he might become
suspicious. Normally, she knew, all the adult camp
staffers should be occupied with their afternoon duties; it
was only four, and everyone but Natalie and Lucille Wells
was assigned to some afternoon activity or another. And
the wife of the marine biology expert stayed in the trailer
that she and her husband shared at the edge of the camp
grounds.
Natalie sighed in relief as she stepped out of her room and
went down the hall to the living room. She had some
planning to do for her 3 R's classes tomorrow, and she had
some ideas that she wanted to have approved by Stuart
Brooks, the Camp Director and a friend of her husband's.
She knew that Mr. Brooks should be down in his Director's
office until five, and she had planned to speak to him this
afternoon.
As she gathered her lesson plans from one of the
bookshelves in the living room, Natalie wondered ashamedly
whether her face or her appearance would in any way give a
clue as to her salacious activities this afternoon. It was
important not only to her, but to her husband Mark as well,
that the Camp Director be completely satisfied with their
work here. He had been reluctant to hire Natalie in the
first place, because he had wanted to preserve the all-male
feeling of the boys' camp. In fact, it had been almost a
favor to Mark that he had accepted their applications, and
the beautiful young teacher was afraid that she now
understood the true reason behind Stuart Brooks'
reluctance.
Well, she thought resolutely, the only thing I can do is
hope no one finds out ... I've got to at least act
responsible or someone will get suspicious.
Taking her lesson plans and her classroom proposals, the
curvaceous camp teacher stepped out of the cabin into the
bright sunlight. She squinted her big brown eyes against
the brightness, so she couldn't see the boys whose voices
she heard distinctly.
"Honest to God?" one said.
"You're shittin' me! ... Aren't you?" asked another
incredulously.
"Fuck no! I swear to God, he was fuckin' it to her like
some kind of super-stud!"
Natalie started. It was unlikely that the teenagers were
referring to Jason and herself, she knew ... But why
hadn't she thought of this before? What was to prevent
young Powell telling his friends what he'd done to Mark
Jenkins' wife when he'd been sent to get the book? Oh,
God, please! the woman begged silently. Please don't let
Jason be indiscreet ... please don't let him say anything
...
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