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Subject: "A Husband's Hobby" Chapter 2
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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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