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A Husband's Hobby
Chapter 5
Wednesday afternoon, Natalie Jenkins boldly approached
Stuart Brooks with her burning question. It was outside
the classroom that she had spotted him, not the ideal place
for discussing an inquiry of such a personal nature, so she
agreed to his suggestion that they discuss it in the staff
cabin. The voluptuous teacher felt a stab of apprehension
about speaking to the camp Director alone in the deserted
adult accommodations, especially after what had happened
yesterday. But she had to know. She couldn't live another
minute without knowing what was going to become of all
those obscene snapshots the older man had taken of her.
"Really, dear, it's nothing," Stuart began by assuring her,
once they were safely inside the cabin door. He sat down
in one of the bean-bag pillows and propped his forearms on
his knees as he waited for Natalie's response.
The black-haired woman was intensely conscious of Stuart's
steely blue eyes roving up and down her barely concealed
curves, and his frank appraisal annoyed her. Hadn't he
seen enough of her in the perverted, humiliating acts he
had perpetrated upon her?
"It sure as hell is something!" she contradicted hotly.
"You've got a whole camera full of pictures of me, and I
want to know why!"
"Calm down, my dear. There's no need to get angry. It's
really quite simple and nothing for you to worry about ..."
Natalie threw her hands up in despair and paced the bare
floor of the pine-paneled living room. "Nothing for me to
worry about?! Stuart, I'm a married woman. Married! And
you think there's nothing to worry about?"
"You're not the first," the Camp Director said softly.
"Not the first what?" she countered suspiciously. The
suggestiveness in his tone was frightening.
"Not the first married woman who's ever cheated on her
husband," he replied simply, calmly.
The black-haired teacher's face reddened. Surely Stuart
knew that she had been totally helpless and subjugated
against her will during that enforced orgy yesterday
afternoon. Didn't he? Surely he couldn't consider that
freak accident as cheating on her husband. But in the back
of her mind, Natalie was still conscious of that other time
... that other indiscretion, with lovely Jason Powell.
That was cheating on Mark, and she knew it in her
conscience, whether the Camp Director knew or not.
"St-Stuart," she stammered. "I d-don't know what you're
talking about ... That ... that ... yesterday ... That
was a deliberate trick you pulled on me, and I won't be
held responsible for that!"
. "Nobody's holding you responsible for anything, dear,"
the bachelor said quietly. "I don't see why you should get
so upset."
"If you're not holding me responsible, then why did you
take all those pictures?" Natalie challenged evenly.
"That's my business," the Director answered, but the young
teacher caught instinctively the hint of uncertainty in his
voice. The answer was a weak one, and she felt if she
probed further, she could get to the real motive.
"And mine," she said quickly. "The pictures are of me,
remember? And I know you didn't take them for photography
class."
Stuart cocked his eyebrow in Natalie's direction. His face
wore an expression that was purely speculative, as if he
was mulling over the various possibilities in his mind. It
was a long time before he spoke, and the teacher was
becoming scared that maybe she had demanded to know too
much.
Finally, the Camp Director inhaled deeply and sighed.
"Well, Natalie," he said, "it seems that you're not going
to give up. I want to remind you that I warned you not to
ask ..."
"Okay, okay," she replied impatiently, "just tell me!"
"I took the pictures on commission, you might say ... for
a client."
The young wife was beside herself with confusion. She
waved her arms futilely in the air, as her mouth opened and
closed as if she was trying to speak. When she did, her
voice was choked and strained, "A client? Y-you mean
someone is b-buying pictures of me? Who? Why? How did
they know where to find me? God, Stuart, wh-what's going
to happen to them?"
"Shh, not so fast," Stuart soothed. "No one's buying the
pictures yet ..."
"Yet?" Natalie's face suddenly twisted into a horrified
expression of comprehension. "Are th-they for ...
blackmail?"
The Camp Director smiled indulgently at the woman's naive
and innocent fear. "No, they're not for blackmail. I told
you not to ask ... It's a private arrangement between me
and ... a friend of mine. My friend has no intention of
hurting you, Natalie ..."
"God!" she cried out in sudden frenzy. "Who?
Wwwhhhooo?!"
"Mark."
Natalie's face drained of all color and her body seemed to
freeze in mid-step where she had been pacing the room. She
pressed her lips together resolutely to stutter,
"M-M-Mmm-?"
Stuart nodded. "Mark ... He asked me to take the pictures
..."
* * *
In the semi-privacy of her bedroom, the confused wife tried
to sort things out in her mind. She knew that Stuart
Brooks was hovering just outside the door in the hallway,
but at least he wasn't in the room to see her slumping into
the mattress of her bed. Mark! Her first reaction was
that it was impossible. How could her own husband ever
want to share her with anyone, if he really loved her? And
even if he didn't mind sharing her, why would he want to
see the lewd, incriminating evidence of color photographs?
It just didn't make sense at all!
But the more she turned the idea over in her mind, the more
Natalie became convinced that it was possible. Mark had
been acting strangely ever since they had come up to
Weatherly-Brooks Summer Camp for Boys. First it had been
Jason Powell. Natalie remembered how her husband had
deliberately asked her what she had thought of him, even
though he was supposedly only picking up a book. And then
there had been Mark's inexplicable cooperation in the
obviously pre-planned little expedition yesterday. She
would have expected that her loving husband would have
flatly refused to let her go up into the hills with six
boys and a camera-toting adult lecher ... but Mark had not
only gone along with the plan, he had actually encouraged
it!
"Well, that damn bastard!" she whispered huskily.
"You okay, Natalie?" came Stuart's question from out in
the hall.
The woman's face was smoldering with gathering anger. He
actually planned it! Mark really deliberately planned it!
And after telling me we were coming up here to save our
marriage! The gall! Her reply to the Camp Director was
dark and sultry.
"I'm fine, Stuart darling ... just fine," she purred in a
syrupy voice. "Come in and see for yourself."
"Hmph!" the bachelor remarked in surprise. When Natalie
had fled the living room a few moments ago, she had seemed
on the verge of tears, but the voice from the bedroom was
anything but tearful. Never one to miss an opportunity, he
gently pushed open the door and went into Natalie and Mark
Jenkins' private sleeping quarters.
The woman's mind was still racing vengefully, but her face
was now calm and peaceful. She was lying on her side in a
provocative pose, her long bare legs crossed sensuously and
her camp blouse unbuttoned almost to the waist.
"Really, Stu, I'm fine now," she whispered silkily. "I'm
so glad you told me the truth ... It makes everything so
easy, now ..."
The Camp Director was a little shaken by the sudden change
in her attitude. He stood in the doorway, saying,
"Natalie, I don't think you quite understand Mark didn't
..."
She raised a slender hand to silence him. "I understand,
Stu. Honestly, I do. And I'd like to give you a little
token of my appreciation for telling me. She motioned him
to come sit beside her on the bed.
The older man confusedly stumbled over to the double bed,
standing stiffly at the head. Natalie smiled a bewitching,
moist- lipped smile and grasped his clammy hand to bring
him closer, and then she reached forward to clasp his fly
zipper with the other hand. Her husband's friend started
uncomfortably, but he didn't move away as the gorgeous,
provocatively exposed young woman deftly removed his
semi-hard penis from his shorts. She wrapped her slim hand
around his huge masculinity and began to work it gently up
and down, watching and feeling it grow gradually stiffer in
her palm. Her eyes widened as the fat, red-fleshed head
popped out from the thick foreskin as she manipulated his
meaty cockshaft. As the Camp Director looked on
incredulously, she pulled him even closer to the bed so
that his thighs were resting against the edge of the
mattress and his long excited cock was jutting proudly
half-way across the pillow.
Natalie raised her pretty dark head. She slowly and
tantalizingly opened her full red lips and let her tongue
lap out teasingly in an obscene invitation to the man's
now-pulsing cock. Stuart dared not move, for fear of
startling the young woman and making her change her mind,
but he could barely believe that this was the same woman
who only ten minutes ago had professed to be the victim of
a cruel gang-rape.
He didn't have long to wait, for Natalie inclined forward,
opening her lips and immediately capturing the thick pole
of flesh in her warm, saliva-moist mouth. She could feel
the bulbous head sliding wetly along the full length of her
tongue inside, the tiny droplets of seminal fluid seeping
from it to fill the warm cavern of her mouth with its
pungent salty taste.
Brooks began a slow undulation of his hips against the
mattress, his thick cock slipping in and out of her mouth
with a wet sluicing sound. His hands reached down
tentatively to tangle in her hair, but as she responded
thrillingly, he gripped the billowing black strands tightly
and pulled them hard so her head thrust forward
involuntarily. A cocky grin spread over his face as he
looked down and saw his penis disappearing into his
friend's wife's mouth, and it made him even prouder to know
that she had insisted on it. He reached down to the front
of her blouse and loosened it from her camp shorts, yanking
it crudely off her shoulders so he could see the fleshy
mounds of her breasts through the thin, diaphanous lace of
her brassiere. His fingers kneaded her flesh hungrily as
he watched his thick sword of flesh disappearing between
her ovalled lips.
"Ssssshhhit!" he exclaimed in ecstatic amazement. "You
sure do know how to give head, baby." Natalie began to run
her tongue wetly around and around the smooth rubbery flesh
of his cockhead, as her mind poured over her husband's
betrayal. At first, her sultry, seductive manipulations of
Stuart Brooks' cock had been offered in vengeance, as a
deliberate punishment for her husband's deceit. But now,
strangely, the young teacher began to feel a new emotion
--- the unmistakable arousal in her own loins. She began
sucking to please, circling around the glans with her
tongue and flicking teasingly with the tip at the tiny
opening at the end. The sharp pungent taste and odor of
the lubricating fluids seeping through from his rising
excitement caused her mouth to salivate and her nostrils to
flare out slightly. She reached out to cup the soft
wrinkled sac of his testicles gently with one hand, grazing
her long fingernails tantalizingly over the hairy flaccid
flesh.
Stuart groaned and twisted above her as her head bobbed up
and down slavishly over his thick shaft of male flesh. He
watched with obscene delight as her rounded lips strained
at his thick, rock-hard penis, sucking it as though it was
a stick of peppermint candy being fed to a hungry little
girl. On the bed, her hips were undulating slightly as she
squirmed to wriggle out of her shorts. The Camp Director
sucked in his breath and reached down to ease the waistband
of the green short-shorts over her voluptuously curved hips
and down the sculpted columns of her legs. He exhaled with
an audible sigh as he saw that her warm, hair-lined
cunt-lips were already throbbing wetly in time to his cock
sliding in and out of her mouth.
Suddenly, he felt he had to have more. He pushed her
lovely head away from his loins, his rampant cock pulling
from her sucking mouth with a moist popping sound.
Natalie's eyes fluttered open in surprise at his sudden
withdrawal and she was momentarily afraid she had done
something wrong. But his lewd, lustful grin told her that
he was only seeking greater stimulation, and greater
stimulation was something the young teacher was more than
ready to give at this point. Fuck you, Mark, she swore
mentally to her husband ... You want to see me really
cheat on you?!
To the muscular bachelor, the heavy-lidded brunette purred
in a honey-soft voice, "Stu ... let's do something
exciting ... I mean really exciting ..."
Once again the light-haired Camp Director was taken aback
by his friend's wife's sultriness, but this time his balls
were aching insistently and he couldn't deny it. He
lurched forward on the bed, kneeling on the edge of the
mattress, his expression dark and excited. "All right ...
all right you hot little fucking bitch," he growled, "turn
over!"
Natalie winced at the harshness of his command, but she
told herself that this was what she wanted. She wanted to
be fucked from behind, in lewd dog-fashion, just like the
bitch her husband seemed to think she was. Slowly she
rolled onto her stomach, her huge naked breasts squashing
into the mattress and spreading out to the sides of her
arm-pits. At the gentle but firm insistence of Stuart's
fingertips, she raised her perfectly rounded white buttocks
into the air, bending her knees slightly to support them.
The rough but careful stroke of the older man's calloused
fingers over her smooth nether flesh sent tingles up her
spine, but Natalie was resolute in her decision to go
through with this perverted act. She braced herself with
her hands at the sides of her body as she strove to wriggle
her ass up even higher, in response to the bachelor's
massaging.
The black-haired teacher wasn't prepared for what came
next, however. She lurched forward almost into the natural
wood headboard of the rustic bed as suddenly, the Camp
Director slipped a finger between her buttocks, to probe
momentarily at the tight, brown puckered hole of her
cringing little anus.
"Mmm-hhhmmm, nice and tight," Stuart commented, as if to
himself. "My old cock will really have a fantastic fuck in
there ..."
Natalie couldn't believe what he was suggesting. She
whirled her head around to see if he was actually
contemplating that horrible, forbidden act --- that sodomy,
but her hair fell over her eyes and she was unable to
discern the older man's expression. God, she thought
inwardly, God, I hope I haven't gone too far ... She had
intended to get even with her husband, that's all --- she
certainly hadn't planned on this.
She felt his hands move away to be replaced suddenly by his
lips, kissing her smooth oval buttocks and biting them with
sharp little nips. She felt him draw them apart with his
thumbs and lick the hot, slightly sweating crevice between
them and she moaned in humiliation as he pulled and
stretched at her asshole, straining at the tight rubbery
ring the way the teenager had yesterday.
Natalie tried to clench her buttocks tightly together but
the pressure of his thumbs inserted into the moist furrow
was too much. No, she groaned inwardly ... It can't be
... he wouldn't do it ... But the friend of her husband
continued to stretch her asscheeks until she could feel the
cool air rushing into the hot interior between her legs.
Suddenly she felt obscenely naked with the unmarried lecher
hovering over her tiny brown wrinkled hole, but she knew
that she had asked for it.
There was a pressure against her ankles and the young wife
didn't resist as she felt Stuart prying her legs apart. He
crawled up on his knees between her full thighs and spread
the cheeks of her ass far apart. His probing finger poked
experimentally at her asshole and she jerked automatically
from the sudden discomfort.
"It's okay, baby, relax," he chided softly. "Haven't you
ever been fucked in the ass before?" He thought of her
calm and studious husband Mark, and chuckled to himself.
No, he answered his own question mentally. But he did have
a couple of shots of Jason Powell's finger up her ass from
yesterday, up on the secluded hillside.
Natalie gasped, then moved her legs apart until they were
almost at right angles to her body, her calves and ankles
dangling over the edges of the quilt-covered mattress. It
felt as if her body was about to split apart as she felt
the tip of his finger at the entrance to her naked exposed
rectum. She clenched the tiny elastic ring desperately in
a futile attempt to stop the brutal forbidden penetration
that she knew was coming. Stuart probed for a moment at
the outer edges of the puckering brown circle, then shoved
forward with a grunt, sinking his finger jerkily up to the
first knuckle in the warm, velvety passage.
Natalie jerked forward from the unexpected digging and
Brooks thrust again, impaling his long middle finger even
deeper into her asshole. Grunts of protest escaped from
her lips as he drilled deeper and deeper, expanding the
tightness of her rectum until she thought she was going to
explode internally.
"Aaauuuunnh," she moaned softly into the headboard. "St-
Stuart, I th-think I ... don't want ..."
"Relax, Natalie," he cut in. "Try to make your ass relax
... I'm going to show you something that'll make you cum
like a skyrocket ..." Hell, he added to himself, you're
such a hot little number you'd get off on practically
anything! He began to move his finger around up inside the
smooth rubbery walls of her tightly clenching back passage,
to prepare it for the greater entry that was to come.
A flicker of surprise passed over Natalie's face as she
consciously followed the older man's instructions and the
pain began to fade to be replaced by a strangely enjoyable
sensation. She relaxed and experimentally wriggled her
hips back against it, until suddenly she felt the extra
pressure of another finger ramming unexpectedly alongside
the first. It hurt this time, and she buried her face in
her arms to muffle the tiny squeal that escaped her lips.
. "Stuart, really, I ..." she began chokingly, "I don't
th- think I can do this." Apprehensive tears of
humiliation welled up under her eyelids as she realized
that it was she alone who was to blame for what the Camp
Director was doing. She had invited it deliberately, and
now there was no way out. He was screwing both fingers
into her mercilessly, digging viciously to expand the tiny
puckered hole so that his massively erected cock would fit
inside.
The young teacher tried valiantly to let her rear muscles
go limp around the uncomfortable assault, and finally,
unbelievably, her face registered the flushed joy as the
pain once again receded and her asshole became slowly
accustomed to the unnatural invasion. Natalie couldn't
believe that it could feel so good, but it did, sending
wild thrills of perverse pleasure shooting through her
loins. Her mouth opened and began to pant and mewl as the
older man's fingers worked around and around in her widely-
stretched rectum. Brooks grinned as he prodded and probed
at Natalie's defenseless asshole as she squirmed beneath
him in total willing surrender.
As suddenly as he had shoved his fingers in, Stuart pulled
them out of her. They seemed to slip out reluctantly from
the warm passage, the pink clasping skin clinging to them
until they popped out with a slight suction. Then, he
dropped his head between her thighs and licked wetly at the
crevice of her buttocks, moistening the tiny hole for the
entry of his thick hard penis.
"Higher, squat up higher," he suddenly commanded, eager to
complete the subjugation the beautiful brunette had
purposely invited..
What now? Natalie thought, panic-stricken. Hadn't he
humiliated her enough?
A tremor of fear passed through the teacher, but she
obediently struggled to her knees, presenting the rounded
white orbs of her buttocks up to the now wildly aroused
Camp Director. He kneeled behind her widespread thighs,
his rampant cock standing straight out with the head
resting in her split furrow.
"Okay, guide my cockhead into your ass, Natalie," he
gruffly instructed her. Natalie reached back through the
arc of her open legs to take hold of his throbbing
rock-hard shaft. A sudden expression of fear flashed over
her features as her fingers wrapped around the massive
girth of his cock and she realized for the first time the
remarkable size of the fleshy pulsating rod. She stroked
it slowly, the doubt clearly apparent on her face.
"Go on ... The more you wait, the more it'll hurt ...
Your asshole is ready right now," Stuart prompted, grasping
her hips to pull her back on him.
Natalie acquiesced to his inhuman command, placing the head
of his blunt weapon of male flesh against the tight,
hairless opening of her backside. She held her breath as
she felt it begin to prod and realized that her fears had
been well-founded. Stuart's cock was huge, she could never
take that in her rectum, when even a child's finger was too
big for the tiny-clenching hole. She tried to move away,
but she nearly collided with the wooden headboard before
she realized she was trapped.
The muscles in Stuart's stomach stood out as he strained
forward and Natalie felt the soft probing between her
buttocks grow into a hard, irresistible pressure against
the tight rubber ring of her anus.
"Please don't, Stuart," Natalie gasped in final
desperation. "Let me suck your cock ... or fuck you
properly ... please ...?" But her plea was cut off by her
straining nether ring suddenly giving way before the
pressure of the man's huge cockhead, and it popped inside
with a sudden rush. A spasm of pain shot through Natalie's
backside and she twisted instinctively away. Her buttocks
were moving like a trapped animal thrashing to escape, but
her jerks only served to wedge the thick gleaming penis
more securely in her asshole.
Stuart watched her vain efforts to pull away, but he held
her hips tightly and spoke in soft, reassuring tones,
"Jesus, woman, can't you relax? It doesn't hurt, once you
let your muscles go ..."
All she could do was moan in response as he pressed his
thighs forward to force his cock to slide in another inch.
It was as if a monstrous tree trunk was being shoved
relentlessly into her tiny, virginal rectum, and she didn't
believe it was possible for her to relax around it.
"Shove your ass back, dear!" Stuart commanded, pulling on
her voluptuously rounded hips in illustration. In
desperate obedience she opened her ass with a deliberate
effort and hunched back toward him. He hugged her hips
tightly and pushed with all his strength against her futile
resistance, his hard fleshy rod surging forward into her
anus, pushing the soft velvety flesh of her nether passage
in great waves before it.
Suddenly his loins smacked heavily into the softness of her
buttocks. The punishing instrument was buried to the hilt
in her widely stretching anus. She was hopelessly skewered
on the meaty thickness of the older man's cock, and she
groaned in mental anguish. She tried to squirm forward,
down, up, or anywhere, in a desperate effort to avoid the
horror and degradation of the depraved attack on her
defenseless asshole, but all the while she knew she had
asked for it, if not specifically, then by her seductive
actions. Finally, her strength to resist failed, and her
voluptuous white body kneeled limply, impaled on his stone-
hard penis like a pinned insect.
Stuart, panting hoarsely behind her, began to saw
rhythmically deep into the soft depths of her back channel,
bringing mewling sobs of misery from the teacher's tortured
lips. She had never felt so soiled and debauched in her
life, and her whole backside felt wet and used as the Camp
Director lunged the full length of his rod into her with
long, smooth strokes. Then, Natalie decided that she had
done the wrong thing in leading the older man on, and
suddenly, she didn't want him to see the full extent of her
humiliation. Forcefully, she resolved to hide her true
feelings, at whatever cost was necessary.
Natalie began to undulate her buttocks in small tight
circles, waving the white rounded cheeks of her ass back at
her tormentor. To her amazement, she found that as she
moved, the pain noticeably let up and became bearable, even
strangely pleasant. Within moments, she found herself
squirming and violently thrusting back to meet each obscene
impalement as he jerked forward into her. Her hair waved
around her face as she tossed her head from side to side
above the pillow, baring her teeth back from her lips in
masochistic joy as the huge cock bored far up into her
bowels.
Kneeling above her, Brooks watched in aroused delight as
his cock slid in and out of her widely-stretched anal
passage, pulling tiny ridges of pinkly clasping flesh out
with the base each time he withdrew for another
asshole-splitting fuck up inside. His eyes locked on the
tender inflamed opening and he began a series of torturing
slamming thrusts that sent the thick, throbbing staff of
his penis sinking in up to the hilt. His heavy testicles
smacked rhythmically against her cunt below, bringing
further whimpers of passion from between her
tightly-clenched teeth.
Sweat beaded Natalie's forehead as she ground back on the
asshole-skewering cock like a female demon, bucking and
churning her body beneath him. "Oooohh ... yeeesss," she
crooned as the Camp Director pressed tight against her
hotly grinding buttocks and rotated the heavily throbbing
head of his cock around and around deep inside her rectum.
Her moaning added to Stuart's pleasure and, just to tease
the beautiful woman, he pulled his embedded penis out of
her almost to the tip and grinned as he saw her try to fuck
back up over its rigid length.
The spectacle inflamed his own lust beyond his wildest
expectation, and with a hoarse groan, he pulled her ass
cheeks wide apart and drove his pelvis into her soft
yielding buttocks with a hard, asscheek flattening smack.
He began to fuck rapidly into her, hard and deep, battering
her quivering backside with loud spanking slaps that
resounded throughout the empty cabin. His sweating face
dripped onto her lovely hollowing back, making it glisten
in the afternoon light. His breath came in short angry
gasps as he gripped the tops of her thighs with his
fingers, squeezing with all his strength to pull her back
over his heavily expanding cock like slipping a sleeve over
an over-sized arm. He had lost control of his lust and he
felt his cock expanding in the warmth of her wide-stretched
rectum. His balls began to throb almost painfully and his
cock felt as though it was about to burst apart in the
rubbery tight grip of the beautiful woman's vise-like back
passageway. Below him, Natalie was mumbling and whimpering
incoherently into the bedspread and he increased the vigor
and power of his strokes until he was buffeting her forward
into the headboard with every brain-rattling lunge.
Natalie waved her ass salaciously back against his pounding
thrusts. She wanted him to cum. She wanted him to shoot
his great load of boiling creamy liquid sperm deep up into
her hungrily waiting bowels. She could feel a growing
wetness in the openly spread crevice of her ass, and there
was no longer any hint of discomfort, but only a lovely
feeling of being filled, more completely than she had ever
been filled before. She bucked back happily against the
huge shaft of flesh as she felt it throb into an even
greater size, stretching the muscles of her rectum almost
beyond capacity.
"Oooooaaaaah ... fuck, fuck, fuck," she chanted
deliriously. "Cum in my asshole ... fuck and cum, fuck
and cum ..." Her nearly incoherent grunts accompanied the
lewd, wet fucking of the fully expanded length of his
rock-hard penis into her fully-stretched rectum, his body
jerking convulsively, his hands tearing at her flesh in
wild abandon.
Beneath his pounding body, Natalie felt the first powerful
wave of his hot thick male semen shudder into the depths of
her rectum. It surged through her body like a volcanic
eruption, and she could feel the slight burning sensation
of the saline solution spewing out and coating the
cock-split walls of her asshole. The unfamiliar thrilling
explosions set off her own climax almost simultaneously.
She screamed out her release as the great tremor of
pleasure from her hotly milking rectal channel ricocheted
>From grobert@soho.ios.com Wed Sep 04 17:06:47 1996
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: HusbHoby 7/8 "A
Husband's Hobby" From: grobert@soho.ios.com (TheEditor)
Date: Wed, 04 Sep 1996 07:06:47 -0800
through the thin dividing membrane of her wildly undulating
cunt- passage.
"Aaaaaauuuuhhhhh! Eeeeeiiiiiii YYYYYYOOOUUU ... Mmmmmmm
..." Her creamy orgasmic fluids gushed spasmodically out
from her wildly erupting pussy walls, to seep out from her
fur-rimmed cunt- lips and drench the Camp Director's
tightly screwed in balls. His sperm trickled down the
split of her buttocks to meet the rivulets of her own
heated liquids, mingling with them in a single stream of
dribbling cum, dripping down her inner thigh to fall in
lewd sticky droplets on the patch-work bedspread below.
Natalie's body continued to thrash and clench involuntarily
around the older man's ejaculating penis, and she hardly
knew how long they quaked in their mutual orgasm. Finally,
Stuart groaned with exhaustion and collapsed over her
panting body, flattening her into the mattress. Natalie
sighed in satiation as she felt his limp and deflated shaft
of flesh slowly withdraw from her flooded bowels with a
slight wet sucking noise as it slipped between the full
white moons of her buttocks. The sudden rush of cool air
washing over her steamy wetness made her shiver
convulsively as Brooks rolled his weight off her body to
lie beside her on the bed she shared with her husband.
She felt wet in her anus and slightly sore, but she had to
admit that in a strange unvengeful way, she had enjoyed the
debased act of sodomy. It was something she had never
before even imagined doing, and something that even a short
while ago she would not have considered. But her insane
desire to pay Mark back for what she considered an
inexcusable act of deceit had made it possible for Natalie
to give in to the Camp Director's obscenely perverse
desires, and now she was amazed to realize that it had
actually been pleasant.
But even though her imagination was musing thoughtfully
over the lustfully exciting experience, Natalie's
conscience suddenly sprang back to life. It was as though
she was waking up from a horrible dream, a dream which had
seen her every moral fiber twisted and perverted out of
shape. Suddenly, the young married woman became conscious
of her own nakedness, and her nostrils flared at the
unmistakable scent of her and Stuart's mutual orgasms. As
she lay almost motionless beside the Camp Director, she
could feel the fulfilled warmth emanating from his body,
like a suggestive reminder of her depraved indiscretion.
Slowly, the black-haired woman felt her face grow hot, and
she squirmed subtly away from the naked body of her
husband's friend.
God, oh God, she groaned inwardly, rolling over to the edge
of the bed. What have I done? And what am I ever going to
do now?
She was afraid to steal a glance in Stuart Brooks'
direction now, even though the bed sagged under his weight
as he unconsciously followed her across the mattress.
"Shit, baby," the older man was whispering, "that was
fantastic. You were really fantastic ... just like I knew
you would be."
Natalie froze as she wondered what the Camp Director meant
-- - he knew she would be. Didn't he already find out what
I was like yesterday, in front of ... the students? The
very memory of yesterday afternoon's merciless humiliation
at the hands and cocks of so many lecherous young boys
filled the young teacher with new vengeance for her
husband, because he had allowed it to go on. Now, however,
she wanted to know what Stuart meant ... Had he been in on
it too, planning the whole afternoon with her husband?
The Camp Director laid a warm, soothing hand on the
brunette wife's naked back. "Christ, I told him ... I
told him you were hot ..."
"Told him? Told who?" Natalie countered suddenly,
springing up into a sitting position on the edge of the
bed. She crossed her hands in front of her heaving white
breasts as she reached for her clothes on the floor with
her toe. Leaning down quickly and carefully, she was able
to retrieve her blouse before her lush nakedness was
exposed too much to the muscular bachelor's gaze, and she
hurriedly wrapped it around her slender curving torso and
buttoned it in front.
Stuart watched her jerky nervous movements with an amused
smile. She sure was a strange little cunt ... one minute,
she'd be as scared and innocent as a teenage virgin, and
the next, she'd be practically charming your cock off with
her alluring seduction. Now, she was becoming all moral
again, and the Camp Director had to wait to see what she
would do before he said anything more.
Angrily, the young teacher yanked on her lust-moistened
panties and camp shorts, before standing up from the bed.
Her dark brown eyes were flashing fire as she spoke, and
Stuart was a little shocked. "Who did you tell, Stuart?"
she demanded succinctly.
"Natalie ..." the Camp Director began, shaking his head in
confusion. "What's the matter?"
"For the third time, who did you tell that I was ... was
... h-hot?" It made her blush to repeat the embarrassing
question, and her mind-screen flickered with visions of the
energetic man giving a group of healthy male campers a
lecture on the virtues of women, and she heard her own name
being mentioned as one who was "hot".
"Christ, baby, I only told your husband ..."
"My husband?!" the young woman screamed. "Oh, God, you
can't be serious ... Stuart, you just ... Oh, God, you're
lying, aren't you ... You didn't tell Mark that you ...
that you ... G-God ... oohh ..." Her voice trailed off
into a disconsolate wail, and her face became pale and
drawn as before. Listlessly, she motioned Stuart Brooks to
leave her alone in her misery, and she almost chased him
out of her bedroom without his clothes.
When she was alone, Natalie plopped back down on her
mattress, her nose wrinkling with disapproval as she
realized that the lusty odor of their mingled cum was still
readily discernible. She took a hand towel and walked down
the hall to the bathroom to wet it and put some hand soap
on it so she could clean off the tell-tale droplets of
sticky dry sex-juice from the bedspread. The quilted
patch-work coverlet was still dark with the water after she
had finished, but at least she had satisfied herself that
the smell was no longer obvious. She didn't know what she
would have done if Mark had come in from his hike and
noticed it.
But then, she thought logically, what does he expect,
anyway? He's the one who tried to set me up with all these
young boys, isn't he? She suddenly felt angry again, and
for a moment, she even wished that he had walked in on her
and Stuart this afternoon, so he could have seen to what
lengths his uncaring betrayal had driven her.
But as she mulled over the events of the day, Natalie found
herself wondering just how much a part her husband had
played in her lewd affairs. What if Stuart was telling her
these things just to cover up his own lechery? What if ---
God, no! It can't be! --- what if Stuart had been lying
all along, telling a carefully calculated falsehood just to
elicit the angry responses Natalie had so recently
manifested?
Oh, Mark, I'm sorry ... I'm sorry. she apologized
mentally. I didn't know what to think, and it sounded so
logical, the way Stuart said it, she explained, as if she
was actually talking to her husband at that very moment.
Her brain was almost numbed with the incredible overload of
imaginings and worries that crowded it, and it nearly gave
her a headache to try and sort out the confusion. She was
so tense that she didn't dare venture out of her bedroom
--- she couldn't risk encountering any of the students or
another staff member in the disorganized state she was in.
The best thing to do, she knew, would be to sleep on her
confusion and then think about it all later when her mind
was fresh.
But she was too keyed up ... There was only one answer.
She tiptoed down the hall to the communal refrigerator in
the cabin pantry, and pulled out the chilled bottle of wine
that she had noticed on the first day. It didn't belong to
her --- alcoholic beverages were forbidden on the camp
grounds --- but it was all there was. She took it under
her arm and hurried back to the bedroom without even
stopping for a glass.
Natalie drank two-thirds of the wine, tipping it up to her
lips like some kind of derelict, depraved woman ...
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