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http://www.incesttabooo.com/husbhob.html
A Husband's Hobby
Chapter 4
Natalie Jenkins surveyed the twelve new faces of her second
week's students. Among them, she immediately picked out Jason
Powell, but he smiled innocently when she called his name, not
even hinting that he had ever met her before.
Phew, the teacher sighed to herself. At least the boy was
mature enough to realize how dangerous it would have been to brag
to his friends about his prior association with the young
instructor. Nevertheless, the twelve boys in her new class were
all members of her husband's hiking group, and their comments were
predictably appropriate.
"Shit, you mean she's married to Mark?" a small blond boy
named Bobby Farris whispered to the boy next to him.
"I guess so," shrugged the other adolescent, a tall Irish
youth named Dennis O'Mally. "Why don't you ask old Jason ... he
saw Mrs. Jenkins last week, remember? When he took so long
getting that book for Mark?"
"Oh, yeah," Bobby replied, turning to his other side.
Natalie controlled the urge to blush as she distinctly heard
the whispered exchange, but a remark from the other side of the
room startled her.
"Well, hell, man, I'd take a long time with Mrs. Jenkins,
too!"
It came from a mature-looking dark-haired fourteen year old,
and Natalie had to consult her roll-book to learn that he was Rich
Simmons. His assertion was met with stifled guffaws from the
teenagers surrounding him, but apparently the two youths who had
prompted the remark didn't hear it.
"What's that, man?" Bobby asked aloud. "What're you dudes
laughing at?"
"You, man," Rich replied. "You're thick ... like, you can't
even see what's right in front of your face ..."
Right in front of his face, Bobby Farris saw the provocative
profile of the young 3-R's teacher. He fell immediately silent,
shrinking back into his desk as he saw the look of harsh
consternation cross the beautiful woman's features.
"I'm sorry, Ma'am," he mumbled politely.
Natalie nodded her acknowledgment and rapped on her desk for
attention. "Boys! Boys!" she said crisply. "The bell has rung,
and we're wasting precious time. Now either settle down and be
quiet, or some of you are going to have to miss your afternoon
hike ..."
The twelve teenagers gradually hushed, turning their eyes to
the wife of their camp counselor and nature guide. Just seeing
Mark's wife filled them with a new, undefined respect for him,
that such a mild-mannered man as Mr. Jenkins could be married to
such a sexy-looking woman. Their minds weren't exactly on their
studies as she explained how the individualized lessons would be
conducted, but they all set to work almost immediately, in an
unconscious desire to please the gorgeous, almost goddess-like
young teacher.
That afternoon, Mark Jenkins smiled to himself when he met
his group of young campers and noticed how quiet they were
compared to last week. He knew they had met his wife in the
morning, and he understood how they might be mesmerized by her
voluptuous lush appearance. It took him awhile to ease the youths
back into the real world, and then he was privately pleased by
their admiring comments.
"Jesus Christ, did you see them boobs?"
"Shit yeah, man ... old Mark must really get a mouthful ..."
"Holy fuck, her ass is so round ... I could almost touch it
when she was bending over to get that chalk!"
"Aw, knock it off, I know you were trying to look down her
blouse!"
It went on that way all afternoon. Mark was barely able to
keep his young charges' minds on their activities, even though
they were planning the tree-house they would get to build later on
in the week. It was then that he hit on the idea of letting his
group spend a whole day with his wife, instead of just the half-
day they were assigned. It would give him an opportunity to be
alone for awhile during the best part of the day, and it would
give the teenagers a chance to let their prurient interest in his
wife run its course.
Adolescent infatuation was something Mark Jenkins saw all the
time in his biology classes in the city. Usually, it was a young
girl or a group of girls who developed a crush on one of the male
teachers, but in Natalie's case, the reverse was always happening.
The biology teacher wasn't jealous or even worried particularly,
probably because he had gotten so used to it in his year of
marriage to the beautiful Natalie. The way to get over a crush
was to let it run itself out, and his youthful charges would be
back to normal a lot sooner if they spent a whole day with his
wife.
That evening, he presented the idea to Natalie. He was
surprised that she seemed so apprehensive about the plan, and he
was about to abandon it when she threw herself across the bed as
if she was going to cry.
"Darling ... What's wrong?" he asked in alarm.
But the young woman was trapped in a whirlpool of confusion.
Should she tell him? Should she admit that there was a youngster
in that class who had only last week driven his long, hard cock
right up between her legs? How could she explain to her own
husband how the very sight of that group of young boys sent her
pussy to palpitating with unfulfilled expectation? It was
unnatural, perverted, and wrong! And she just couldn't face
feeling that way for a whole, uninterrupted day.
"Okay, Nat," Mark shrugged finally. "We don't have to do it
... I just thought it might be a nice change for the boys --- and
us ..."
"Mark, what could I teach them in the afternoon? I'm no
nature guide!"
"Oh, you could talk to Stu about that ... We'd have to clear
the plan with him anyway, of course. I'll explain the problem to
him, if you like," her husband offered.
"Problem? What problem?" Natalie demanded suddenly.
"You know, all the kids thinking they want to ... well ...
Nat, you know what I mean ... They think they want to get it on
with you, all guys do. And the only way to get it out of their
systems is to let them think they've done all they can do."
The beautiful black-haired wife sat upright on the bed, her
expression incredulous and annoyed. "What in heaven's name are
you suggesting, Mark? Sometimes I think ..." She didn't finish
the sentence, mostly because she was afraid of what she might give
away, but she was absolutely astounded by the apparent naivete of
her own husband's suggestion.
But by the next morning, she was convinced of it. Not only
had Mark approached Stuart Brooks with the idea of changing a
day's schedule in the interest of increasing the campers'
concentration, but the Camp Director had approved of the plan! In
fact, Stuart insisted that they do it today, Tuesday, so they
could salvage as much of the week as possible. He offered to
assist the young teacher with the outdoor afternoon program, but
Natalie wasn't sure she liked the help he was giving her.
In the first place, he had suggestively decided on
photography as the ostensible subject matter for the afternoon's
activity, leering lewdly at the young wife as he said it. Then,
he had suggested that they take only six boys at a time, to create
a more "intimate" atmosphere of association with the beautiful
female teacher. It all sounded so much like a set-up to Natalie
that she honestly couldn't understand how Mark could agree to it.
But agree he did, offering to instruct the other six boys in tree-
house construction just as they'd planned to do originally.
Natalie felt angry and betrayed. It was all she could do to
keep her composure as she led the six adolescents from her morning
class on the hour-long climb up the hill in back of the camp.
Stuart Brooks followed along almost silently, speaking only to
show the young teacher where to turn to get to the spot he had in
mind.
They reached the wooded area half-way up the hill and the
Camp Director signaled Natalie to stop. From where they were, the
six students and their two supervisors could see the whole
northern arm of Lake Devonshire, the two thick forests on either
side of the lake, and the rooftops of all the camp's buildings,
outlined like miniature scale-models of the actual structures they
were. It was indeed a breathtaking view, and Natalie decided it
was almost worth it just to have the chance to see it. But
shortly, her apprehension was renewed, and with definite reason.
Stuart seemed to have taken over the instruction of the six
boys, defeating the initial purpose of the expedition. He was
describing to the youths how to select a subject for a photo, his
words were clearly inciting.
"Okay, fellows," he was saying, "now we want variety and
interest in a picture --- curves instead of straight lines, warm
meaty subjects instead of cold, dull ones. You want to show life,
motion ... like the way Mrs. Jenkins is walking ... notice how her
muscles move."
Natalie glared at her husband's friend. "Is this what you
brought us up here for, Mr. Brooks?" she asked coldly. The six
teenagers giggled at her tone.
A sharp little thirteen year old named Art Towne approached
her boldly, declaring, "Come off it, Mrs. Jenkins ... You may be
pretty, but you're not dumb!" He reached his hands out to stroke
her bare arms, but the teacher jerked away. This kid wasn't
kidding!
Then, all at once, the black-haired teacher became aware of a
faint clicking sound, and she knew instantly that Stuart Brooks
was taking pictures again. The six adolescents seemed to gather
around her like moths, picking her up bodily and laying her down
in the grass, as some of them courageously began to undress her
while others held her down.
She looked helplessly up into their eager, lustful faces,
trying to appeal to whatever developing sense of justice they
might have. But here, at Weatherly-Brooks Summer Camp For Boys,
they seemed to have no sense of justice at all. The Camp Director
himself stood by snapping photos as the teenagers anxiously
undressed their teacher, delighting in her obvious humiliation.
Natalie looked pleadingly into Jason Powell's face, silently
begging for an explanation.
"Honest, Mrs. Jenkins," he whispered earnestly. "I swear I
didn't tell ... Mark your husband --- told us this was just going
to be a photography lesson, so we wouldn't be so ... um ...
interested in ... um ..." His face grew red and the teacher could
almost feel the warmth of his embarrassment. "So we wouldn't be
thinking about ... the female body all the time!" He said the
last phrase so fast that it sounded like a single word, but
Natalie heard it all and she was beginning to understand. Not
only had Mark permitted this charade to go on with his knowledge,
but he had also encouraged this kind of salacious behavior! God!
Where was her marriage going to?
The teacher moaned aloud as she lay nakedly in the long cool
grass among the trees. The young boys' hands were roaming over
her silky flesh at will now, venturing up to the peaks of her
full-mounded breasts to tweak boldly at her hardening nipples.
Stuart was moving in closer with his camera, too, encouraging the
boys to spread her legs, so he might get a closer view. Natalie
considered screaming out for help, but even if someone heard her
down at the camp, it would take them an hour to hike all the way
up. If she fought, she was sure to be overpowered by the healthy,
virile young males. And anyway, what good would it do her to put
a stop to something that her husband so obviously agreed to!
Whatever happened to her this time was as much Mark's fault as her
own, and there was nothing she could do about it!
Convinced that she couldn't influence her young captors or
their adult provocateur, Natalie allowed herself to relax. If she
closed her eyes, she could pretend that the adolescents' massaging
fingers were actually the soothing, mechanical streams of water
from a Jacuzzi, like the one at the country club in the city. She
let her muscles respond limply to the boys' manipulations, and
eventually, she was even able to block the obscene clicking of
Stuart's camera out of her mind. The boys aren't doing anything,
anyway, she thought peacefully. Maybe this is the best way to
teach them about ... girls ...
But suddenly, Natalie's complacency was tested. The voice
assaulted her consciousness like a piercing arrow. "Okay, who
wants to go first?" Stuart's voice boomed. "Bobby? You ever
eaten pussy before?"
"No, sir," Natalie's eyes flew open to see that the young
Farris boy was, except for his shirt, completely naked, and his
teenaged penis was jutting out from under his shirt, throbbing
excitedly. He knelt down between the teacher's forcibly spread
legs, pushing her ivory thighs apart. His knees pressed between
her ankles as he lowered his face pantingly down toward the hair-
covered vee of her open crotch. His mouth watered as his wide
eyes looked down on it, rotating sensuously, just below his lips.
Saliva dribbled from his chin, mixing with the seeping juices of
her own uncontrollable arousal, as she remembered how innocent and
young Bobby had looked in class yesterday.
Through half-shut eyes, Natalie watched the young student
crouching between her legs. She could feel her unwanted passion
mounting even against the ever-present background of Stuart's
obscenely clicking camera. She watched with bated breath as
Bobby's head moved closer to the wispy mound of pubic hair below
her belly.
She jerked slightly as his hot moist lips closed over the
soft mound of her sex. She could see the boy's golden hair
bobbing over her dark fleece as he planted wet tickling kisses on
the still-closed opening, his tongue flicking teasingly at the
quivering pressed lips.
It felt good! God ... she couldn't believe it ... it really
felt good to have this young boy doing just what she had dreamed
about for three long years of teaching. Her hands began to move
sensuously down over her throbbing breasts and along the narrow
indentation of her waist to her flat, undulating stomach. Her
long fingers tangled momentarily in the cherubic youth's blond
hair, and then slowly inched downward to spread the fleshy coral
lips of her own pussy.
"Aaaaahh," she moaned in a whisper, as she felt the slight
sluice of her vagina opening to the young boy's tongue. Her
elbows were pressed tightly against her ribs and her head lolled
from side to side on the ground as his hot tongue shot out, its
soft flicking tip circling the quivering erect nub of her
clitoris. Bobby sucked inward, drawing the warm soft folds of her
vagina deep into the hot cavern of his mouth, as his tongue
continued its maddening licking against the straining pink bud of
her clitoris. Through the haze of her unexpected passion, Natalie
saw Stuart looming in closer now, clicking away with his camera in
undisguised delight. She groaned huskily from deep in her throat
as the hot probing tongue worked its way up and down the length of
the narrow wet slit, starting at her lower belly and sliding down,
down over the clasping opening of her hungry vagina and into the
crevice of her flexing buttocks where it stooped momentarily to do
a wet probing homage to the tight brown hole nestled below. At
the strange new feeling, Natalie's hips ground uncontrollably into
the grass, and soft mewling animal sounds escaped pitifully from
between her passion-clenched teeth.
Stuart watched delightedly as Bobby licked and sucked
hungrily between the beautiful woman's widely spread legs as the
other boys looked on. The scene filled the Camp Director with
feeling of power, as he saw that Natalie was turning into just the
type of woman he had predicted she would, a squirming hot mass of
sexually excited flesh. He had never seen anyone get this hot so
fast, and it was making his cock hard just to watch.
He chuckled obscenely as he saw his friend's wife's hands
desperately clawing at Bobby's soft blond hair, guiding his face
closer to the palpitating opening of her cunt. He adjusted the
zoom lens on his camera and leaned in close, prompting Bobby's
proud grin of approval as he raised his head from her moist pink
flesh. He quickly stabbed his tongue back into her pussy for a
moment, and then withdrew it quickly to tease again around the
throbbing ragged edges of her hungrily sucking vagina.
Natalie groaned in frustration and grasped the thirteen year
old's head, pressing his mouth directly over the tight little hole
in her squirming crotch. His lips rounded and covered the
clasping, hungry opening, then he thrust his tongue deep down into
the warmth inside, bringing a low throaty cry from the older woman
whose thighs convulsed on either side of his head.
Bobby felt the warm wet flesh slipping moistly over his long,
extended tongue as the walls of the teacher's vagina opened and
closed in a auctioning motion, as though it was trying to pull his
whole face deep into its dark velvety depths. He thought the
nibbling, hair-rimmed mouth would pull his tongue out by the roots
as her heels dug into his back, pressing his young body between
her thighs until he couldn't breathe. His nose was smashed
tightly against her tiny hard clitoris, inhaling the sweet odor of
the lust juices that were flowing from her pussy, while his tongue
licked on and on, moving from her vagina to her tiny puckered
rectal hole and back again.
Natalie felt her blood beginning to boil as she surrendered
completely to the intense delight of the boy's face, reveling to
the bottom of her soul with the insane throes of lustful
enchantment. Every muscle in her body was tensed as she strained
her hips upward toward the maddening probe between her legs. She
still didn't believe that it was actually happening --- her
secret, private lust-fantasy was being enacted by this gorgeous
young child between her legs.
Her instinctive response seemed to incite the blond, boy
further and his tongue licked gluttonously at her flamed-seared
hole as her up-drawn legs opened and closed spasmodically around
Bobby's head. Her lips bared back over her teeth and the cords of
her neck stood out, as she heard Stuart exclaiming excitedly as he
snapped away.
"Oh, beautiful! Shit, what a shot!" he was saying, even as
Natalie groaned with her approaching orgasm. Desperate for
release, she shamelessly splayed her legs wider and wider, as she
writhed and twitched on the ground. She heard Stuart's voice
vaguely instructing the boy, "Okay, pull out, I want to get her
cunt!"
And suddenly his licking stopped, and the teacher's eyes
opened wide in frustration and shock. Above her, Bobby was
struggling to his feet, and Stuart was aiming the camera right
into her trembling, needful vagina. "God, oh, God," the woman
pleaded unashamedly to the older man. "Hurry ... get your damn
picture and fill my pussy!"
Desperately, she ground her inflamed buttocks down into the
cool grass, forgetting her anger and betrayal. She needed only
one thing now --- a cock! Natalie's passion was beyond caring now
who fucked her. All she cared about was finding a man with a
hardened cock to soothe her blazing pussy. That was the only
thing in the world that mattered anymore, and she knew she would
go insane if she had to wait much longer.
Even as her mind fought the deceit of Stuart Brooks'
trickery, her legs kicked out uncontrollably and her slender
ankles curled into the backs of the Camp Director's thighs. The
tall, muscular man was pleasantly surprised by the obvious change
that had taken over his college buddy's wife, but he didn't pause
to ponder over it. He wasted no time in setting down his camera
and loosening his shirt and shorts. But he had no intention of
being rushed by her driving need. His penis had been incited to a
hardness he could barely control and yet he was determined to give
the beautiful black-haired woman a fuck she would remember all her
life. Sure, he told himself, I wasn't planning to do this, but I
always say --- a job worth doing, is worth doing well! He grinned
with anticipation as he watched her body writhing hungrily below
him.
Natalie's eyes were glazed in frightened, uncontrollable
desire. Her body was caught up in a vortex of naked raw lust that
she had never known before. She wanted to feel. She wanted to
feel the beautiful sensation of a man fucking deep into her. She
wanted her belly filled with great pools of fresh virile cum and
to feel its warmth all over her lust-maddened flesh. Still, the
Camp Director teased her by holding his body suspended over her,
just out of her reach. In desperation, she thrust her tightly-
clenched ass up toward his thick hard cock in a lewd invitation to
spur him to greater speed.
Stuart watched her for a moment, his eyes bulging slightly at
the exciting spectacle of this beautiful woman gone mad with
desire. But he knew that he wouldn't be able to stand it much
longer. With a low groan, he grabbed her slender flailing legs
behind the knees and shoved them roughly back over her shoulders,
slithering up her sweat-soaked body at the same time. His hiking
shorts seemed to slide down off his hairy legs as he moved upward
on her body, pulling his shorts down with them. Natalie jerked
when she felt his gleaming, stone-hard cock brush thrilling
against her wet, matted pubic hair as he planted his hands solidly
on either side of her shoulders, locking her ankles tight behind
his neck.
When he looked down between their two naked bodies, the Camp
Director could see the expanded narrow slit of Natalie's vagina,
throbbing visibly as he held the moist wet furrow wide apart with
the pressure of his thighs against her own. He could see her
straining upward, but the weight of his body kept her away from
the cock she wanted so much to sink into her hotly quivering
pussy.
"Fucking A!" the older man panted, motioning to the boys with
one outstretched hand. "Will you get a look at this? This is
what it's all about, fellows ... Now, if one of you can just get
the camera there, and focus in on her lovely pussy ..."
The teacher gasped when she heard her captor's obscene
commands, but there was nothing she could do to fight his wicked
plans. She could feel the thick fleshy rod resting against her
pubic mound, pulsating against her quivering open slit. The hotly
throbbing head pressed against the soft flesh of her inner thigh,
lurching spasmodically closer to her needful cunt, but so slowly
that she angrily twisted her hips upwards toward it, trying to
capture the elusive thickness into the warm confines of her
hungrily clasping pussy.
The soft pressure of Stuart's belly resting against hers sent
new devils of delight dancing around the rough pink edges of
Natalie's naked cunt as he teasingly maneuvered to keep his cock
away from her starving cunt. At last, she could not bear the
waiting any longer and with a soft grunt that aroused the youthful
onlookers, she jerked forward wildly, grasping Brooks' buttocks to
pull him down onto her heaving body. The thick, blood-filled head
of his massive penis drove straight into her throbbing pussy, his
weight smashing her into the grass with crushing force. Her face
contorted with shock as the heavy, rock-hard shaft of flesh sank
all the way to the hilt in her suddenly stretched vagina, and she
felt his balls slap tightly against her ass. The impalement was
so sudden and quick that the black-haired teacher couldn't
immediately adjust to the unnatural thickness of the Camp
Director's rod of cock-flesh. She bit her lips to suppress the
whimpers that rose immediately from her throat. She couldn't
allow herself to make a spectacle in front of the boys ... she had
to show them that she wouldn't be humiliated by the lecherous camp
leader.
Stuart held still above the softly groaning woman, savoring
the sight of the nature guide's wife completely skewered on his
lust-hardened cock buried deep in her white, hungrily-contracting
little belly. He wished that he could be taking pictures at the
same time as he fucked his long, thick penis up into her ...
Shit, wouldn't old Mark get off on that? He turned his head
briefly to the brown-haired boy who was tentatively aiming the
camera toward the teacher's widespread cunt-lips. "Hey, Glenn,"
Stuart addressed him, "can you get that shot from above? Make
sure you can see how her cunt just vacuums in my cock!"
"Yeah ... okay ..." Glenn responded. Natalie turned her head
in the direction of the voice and saw that the thirteen year old
was completely naked, and his hard young penis was jerking
virilely in the fresh woodsy air. His hands trembled as he held
the Camp Director's expensive camera, and for a crazy instant, the
young teacher felt sorry for him. Obviously he wished he could be
in the older man's place right now, with his cock buried deeply in
her undulating pussy, but he was doing his best to obey the Camp
Director's instructions to get the best picture possible.
Stuart flexed his unimaginably long penile rod inside her
churning cunt, as if to remind her that he was still there. She
squirmed impatiently beneath the otherwise motionless man, as the
discomfort of his blunt entry receded and her passion returned in
even greater force. She could not remember ever being so hot in
her life, even when she had contemplated the healthy male organs
of her young math students in the city. She wanted to be fucked
--- yes, fucked --- until she couldn't stand up, to still the
quivering desire that was making her loins tremble around Stuart's
motionless cock. She tightened her crotch muscles tautly together
in an attempt to excite the Camp Director to continue with the
lewd and arousing task he had begun. She wanted to make him fuck
her, but even though his stiff blunt cock seemed to burrow deeper
and deeper into her greedily demanding passageway, still he did
not move. The walls of her starving cunt rippled around his
buried member, gently massaging its fleshy ridges, clamping and
releasing rhythmically around it until she almost thought she felt
>From grobert@soho.ios.com Wed Sep 04 17:06:14 1996
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: HusbHoby 5/8 "A Husband's Hobby"
From: grobert@soho.ios.com (TheEditor)
Date: Wed, 04 Sep 1996 07:06:14 -0800
the hard rubbery tip pulse in response deep in her belly. The
pungent odor of her own desire wafted up to her nostrils, mingling
strangely with the feeling of the great throbbing cock inside her.
It all seemed to roll together into a hot fiery ball of aching
hunger for more. Her cunt contracted more powerfully as the
wanton lascivious thoughts raced through her mind.
Finally, the sensual woman could contain herself no longer.
She threw her head back in the grass, her black curls flailing out
like a shadowy fire around her ivory-colored face.
"JESUS, STUART! Do it to me ... do it to me, NOW!!! FUCK ME
WITH YOUR GODDAMN COCK!!"
But the Camp Director above her only smiled sadistically and
waited. He stared down at her with a leering grin, proudly aware
of the six teenagers who huddled close with their mouths gaping
open. No matter how much his balls ached, or how hard it was to
keep his muscular pelvis from slamming into her with rapid-fire
strokes, he was going to make her wait. In reward for her
desperate plea, he flexed his penis again, expanding it inside her
but still not plunging forward with all his reserve strength.
"Please, Stuart ... Come on, now ... please," Natalie
whispered breathlessly as the build-up of tension in her body
began to pressure for release. "I can't wait any longer."
He waited another cruel moment, then flexed his lust-bloated
rod yet a third time, watching her lovely face contort with
desire. Her mouth hung limply open and her eyes were tightly shut
as she fought to draw all the sensation she could from his
patronizing movement.
"More, more, more," she chanted as he flexed again and again,
setting a slow measured rhythm to his penile throbs. He watched
her nostrils flare and felt her answering throbs around his
rampant cock. Soft mewling sounds of pleasure came from her open
mouth unconsciously keeping time to his teasing ministrations.
Suddenly he felt the throbs become more and more urgent
around the head of his penis. Natalie's wet clasping cunt began a
frantic clenching and unclenching around his pulsating cock.
Brooks did not stir, but continued the slow rhythmic pulses
of his expanding cock into the skewered woman beneath him. He
could barely contain his joy as her sounds of animalistic passion
mounted, echoing off the trees and vibrating the eardrums of the
six young campers who gathered so eagerly around. Her hair tossed
around her face as her head lolled from side to side in the grass,
her hips urgently rolled and gyrated beneath his impaling rod. He
wanted to fuck her bow-legged, and yet he still held back,
clenching his teeth together with the effort as he felt her
greedily nibbling little pussy screw itself up tighter and tighter
against his wiry-haired pelvis in an effort to suck more of his
buried cock deep up inside of it.
Natalie's body felt as though it was on fire. She almost
cried in frustration at the man who was so cruelly torturing her
by lying motionless with his penis sunk deep in her aching cunt.
There were six virile young boys all around her, in various stages
of arousal, who would have been willing to fuck into her with
youthful speed and force. Out of the corners of her eyes, she
could see some of them, their jutting cock-heads bobbing lewdly
out from under their t-shirts. The boy with the camera was
leaning over her head now, and she could almost reach out with her
tongue to swipe at the underside of his blue-veined penis.
Oh, do it! she moaned inwardly to the torturing Camp Director
poised above her. Do it ... I can't stand being teased ... She
needed to feel the glorious, all-consuming sensation of a
masculine cock sliding in and out of her starving, hair-lined
slit. She could feel the soft leathery sac of his balls dangling
tantalizingly against the sensitive ring of her anus, causing her
body to jerk with anticipation. But he did nothing while she lay
there, needing him so desperately to move within her clasping
passageway. She almost hated him for what he was doing to her ...
She would hate him, except that he did have his long hard penis
sunk into her needful pussy, and that was all in the world she
wanted. In her mind, she cursed his sadistic cruelty with all the
obscene words that came to her lust-deranged consciousness as she
insanely bucked up and down against his unmoving body,
masturbating him with her cunt as she would with a hot, butter-
filled fist. Then, suddenly, she began to forget her anger and
frustration, as, without warning, her own movements began a deeper
electric tingle far up in her tortured womb. She moved a little
faster and felt it seep relentlessly through the raw nerve endings
of her flesh, then moved more desperately, feeling it ripple
through her cunt and out the fleece-lined lips, dancing like tiny
points of fire over her ivory thighs, covering the full length of
her widespread legs and sending thrilling currents down to her
very toes, until they curled down over the soles of her feet. She
felt the strange new excitement moving in waves over her
contracting belly, through her rib cage, and out to explode into
tiny blossoms of tingling feeling under the tip of each rosy,
palpitating nipple, tightening them into hard, tiny points,
sensitive even to the touch of the curling hair on the Camp
Director's chest.
Natalie moaned and gyrated her hips from side to side around
the thick impaling penis, the walls of her vagina clasping in time
to its rhythmic beating. It felt as though the rigid cock was a
part of her very being. Her cunt and Stuart's cock were one mass
of flesh and feeling, incorporated by her sheer insane lust. They
were one single unit! This man's cock was a part of her!
Stuart could barely hold himself in control as he felt her
pelvis sliding up the length of his thick, stone-hard penis. The
delicate strands of secret muscle inside her cunt were nibbling
hungrily at the inflamed head of his cock. Between the wide-
splayed columns of her thighs, her tightly-stretching inner cunt-
lips would pull reluctantly away each time she slid moistly down
his shaft for several inches, then hungrily devour the gleaming
shaft again as she trust her pelvis back upward to him, until her
soft dark pubic hair tangled with his own and the full length of
his maleness was embedded deeply in her warm white belly. He
didn't move, but raised his head to address the boy who had his
camera.
"Can you get around here, Glenn? I want a shot of her pussy-
lips." The youth immediately obeyed the Camp Director's lewd
directions, gently stepping over Natalie's head to bring the
instrument around to the side. He could see between the naked
adult bodies of his teacher and Camp Director, and his hazel eyes
opened wide as he watched each slow withdrawal of the older man's
giant cock. The bulk of Brooks' thickly glistening shaft pulled
the soft pink ridges of the teacher's moist flesh out with it as
she ground her buttocks downward. He could barely withhold his
youthful gasps of lust each time she drove back upward on that
rigid penis, driving the soft folds back into her pussy again as
the man's gigantic penis was swallowed into her greedy channel.
Glen struggled with the camera, aiming and focusing each time
he saw the slick edges of the black-haired teacher's cunt poke out
around the Camp Director's penis. He snapped a few pictures at
Brook's prompting, "Okay, now, Glenn ... Quickly, I can't hold it
..."
The muscular man fought to keep his lust in check as she
strained against him for a while, a half-crazed smile of ecstasy
playing across her face. Her movements became more frantic by the
moment, the cadence of her upward thrust against him becoming more
desperate as he saw the sinews of her shoulders and neck strain
out against her smooth flesh as she writhed beneath him.
Stuart knew she was straining to cum and he nodded knowing to
the boys that surrounded them as he felt the juices of her milking
vagina begin to flow around his cock. The air was filled with the
wet sucking sound of the in and out sawing motion as she pumped
against him, then she suddenly thrust her hips up his cock,
burying it deep in her belly. Her back seemed to bow up off the
ground, her calves ramming upward against his shoulders until he
could barely keep from being thrown off his mount. She bucked up
insanely against him.
"Oh ... unh ... aaahh ... unh," her grunts wafted into the
still afternoon air. "AAAAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHHH!!! YES! YES! YES!
I'm there ... oh, God, I'm finally there ... cumming ...
CCCUUUMMMING! YES! YES! YYYEEEESSSSSssss ..." The endless
groan wailing from her throat, Natalie's entire body began to
vibrate uncontrollably. Her orgasm flooded in great sensual waves
of cum around the cock buried in her cunt, seeping in warm
rivulets out of the vaginal lips clasped tightly around its base
and down to coat the heavy, sperm-bloated balls that rested in the
crevice of her ass.
The thirty-two year old bachelor went berserk as Natalie
grunted out the last of her juices against his matted pelvis, her
body still spasmodically jerking up against him. Reaching behind
his neck, he grabbed her ankles and pushed them brutally back over
her shoulders, bending her double until the widespread split
between her legs was presented up to him totally helpless and
submissive to his every desire.
He withdrew the deeply embedded rod of his cock until just
the tip of the head rested inside the undulating elastic ring of
her cunt-lips. Then he rammed forward with all the stored up
strength he possessed, sinking the full throbbing length of his
incited member into her helplessly exposed vagina with a wet flat
smack that resounded in the trees as his belly thudded against
Natalie's pelvis. He levered up again, then slammed his hugely
engorged cock as deep as it would go into her hungrily clasping
pussy. His balls smacked heavily against her upturned ass and his
hairy stomach bored hotly against the yielding soft flesh of her
white belly as he lunged forward one more time.
But suddenly, Natalie was straining against his arms that
held her pinioned to the ground, and her teeth gnashed together
with the effort as she struggled to change her position. Far from
appeasing her, the climax she had just experienced had only
whetted her appetite, and she wanted not only more cock, but
younger, more enthusiastic teenage cock! She squirmed up on the
older man's penis as if she was trying to vacuum even more of him
into her insanely aroused young pussy. She wanted him to sink
even deeper into hot quivering cunt, but she couldn't move.
"Deeper, deeper, more ... Jesus God, MORE" she chanted
crazily in her sudden frustration. "I need another cock ... God!"
He clasped his palms around the twin grinding cheeks of her
ass and drove his cock in to the hilt. But no matter what he did,
the woman seemed to be unsatisfied, and she moaned and shouted her
frustration throughout the wooded hillside.
"What the hell do you want, damn you?" the Camp Director
growled, before ramming his tongue deep into her wide-open
groaning mouth. His heated saliva drooled down her throat,
quieting for a few seconds her frustrated wails. She sucked at it
in a wild frenzy, her body caught in a whirlpool of lust she had
never imagined existed before. She splayed her legs wider out to
the side of the man's panting body, trying to give him greater
access, and his jerking cock pistoned into her mercilessly,
bringing gasps of pain to her lips as his groin slammed hard
against her helplessly upturned crotch. She moaned again as she
realized that she was about to achieve another climax with the
savage pounding of his body alone.
Then, suddenly, as she writhed out of control beneath him,
she felt his pistoning cock stiffen and begin to spew its boiling
white load into her tortured womb.
Natalie groaned in agony of frustration. It had been too,
too sudden. She had been so close, her peak just a step away.
She strained crazily for it, but the exhausted Camp Director's
dead weight fell heavily across her still-bucking body. The
spent, deflating hose of his penis slipped out from her clasping
cuntal walls to hang uselessly between her churning thighs as she
angrily buffeted her fuck-dampened pelvis against it.
Tears of fury and desperation rolled down her flushed cheeks,
but the soft, dangling penis limply evaded her anguished upward
thrusts. Stuart rolled from her body, breathing heavily in
satiation. Now that he'd gotten his rocks off, he would really
relish taking some group photos of the teacher and her young
students.
The lust-fires raged on in Natalie's sex-drugged body, as the
older man stood up in the grass beside her. She was already
wishing that she might have another penis --- a nice adolescent
cock to fill her with fresh creamy sperm. Her buttocks ground
automatically into the soft mat of grass below her, as she opened
her smoky eyes to look at the boys.
Through her haze of passion, she barely made out the face of
her husband's college buddy leaning down over her. "You ready for
that double fuck I was telling you about?"
Natalie had to concentrate purposefully to make out what he
was saying, but at that moment, she had no recollection of his
telling her anything about a double fuck. In fact, she couldn't
even imagine what a double fuck was.
"God, I don't know," the raven-haired teacher responded
dully. "What I do know is that I want to have someone fuck me,
and pretty damn fast." Her cunt was a steaming hot cavern now
that twitched like a nerve out of control. Her muscles felt so
tense that she was dimly afraid that she would explode if someone
didn't put a cock in her right away. She sobbed hysterically,
crying for release from the torture. Then, suddenly, she gasped
and held her breath. Stuart had taken his camera back now and he
was patting a young camper on the ass. "Go on now, Simmons, I
think the teacher wants to see you ..." Simmons was the biggest
fourteen year old Natalie had ever seen. He was so much taller
than Jason Powell that the blond boy who had been the teacher's
lover was dwarfed by comparison. Even Stuart Brooks seemed small
standing next to the huge, lumbering body of Richard Simmons, and
he showed his unconscious respect by addressing him by his last
name. "Don't wait for anyone else, Simmons ... She'll take you
any way you want!"
The dark-haired boy was apparently unaware of the inherent
power his unnatural size gave him, for he seemed to do just what
the others told him. Natalie was almost relieved when she
realized this fact, because that meant she would be able to
influence how he treated her. Her eyes traveled down his muscular
naked body with anticipation, but suddenly her breath seemed to
catch in her throat. She caught a glimpse of the giant cock that
reared out from his sinewed belly like a huge third arm, with a
knotted pair of fists balled between his legs. It was so large
that the young wife couldn't believe it at first, and she sucked
in her breath when it jerked before her horrified eyes, causing
her to cringe away in the grass.
"N-No ..." she whispered, but her ears were assaulted by
Stuart Brooks' chiding voice.
"Oh, yes, Natalie ... You wanted a cock, you said so
yourself ... Now, honestly, dear, can you imagine a better cock
than young Richard Simmons'? It'll look great in the pictures
..."
At the sound of his heartless teasing, the teacher jerked her
eyes away from the sight of the gargantuan penis and stared around
the circle of youthful faces. Her mind was dimmed in a way she
didn't understand and yet she was still conscious enough to
realize what they were about to do to her defenseless body. She
drew her legs tightly together against the sight of the monstrous
organ, her fear bubbling uncontrollably out of her.
"No, Stuart ... no more pictures. God, it'll never fit ...
please, Richard, d-don't do what he says ..." she whispered in
terror, a battle raging in her mind between the fear she felt and
the fire blazing in her insanely aroused cunt. "Your c-cock is
too big ..."
The leering young faces surrounding the naked teacher moved
in closer to get a better view of the unbelievable spectacle that
was about to take place before them. Following the Camp
Director's impatiently uttered commands, Jason and Glenn squatted
on either side of her legs, grasping her ankles and pulling them
apart.
Natalie looked pleadingly into the face of her young lover.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Jenkins," he mumbled, "but you did say you
wanted it ..."
"Oh, Jason," the black-haired woman sighed, as the delicate
coral slit that nestled in the soft dark curls of her pubic hair
flowered into the full view of the boys gathered at her feet
drawing the others like a magnet as they struggled to get a better
view of her throbbing genitals. Curious hands reached out to
pinch quickly at her full white breasts above, digging greedily
for a moment at first, and then nervously withdrawing.
The hulking Rich Simmons grinned at the excitement he was
causing as he climbed quickly between Natalie's widespread thighs.
The two boys holding her ankles raised them up and over her head
until her toes were touching the long blades of grass behind her
head. Her face twisted in discomfort as every muscle in her body
was stretched unnaturally at Stuart Brooks' direction. He grinned
and nodded his approval to the youths as he continued to click
away with his camera, capturing every possible view he could get
of her luscious, glimmering cunt. The flat plane of her pussy was
presented up to the kneeling teenager in defenseless sacrifice,
and Rich could hardly suppress his excitement.
He smiled down at it, his brown eyes gleaming and his lips
baring back over his teeth in unconscious lust. He stroked his
immense cock with both hands as if in greedy preparation for the
assault upon the helpless up-tilted cunt before him. His huge
body swayed on his knees like an old building about to topple, and
the glistening purplish head of his cock shone menacingly in the
afternoon sunlight. He shuffled forward ponderously with his
pelvis and huge bulging penis shoved out, the great rod of hard
adolescent flesh bouncing slightly as he moved.
Natalie peered up through her wide-split thighs, her eyes
wide in awed horror as she watched the muscles bulge dramatically
on the young torso advancing on the helpless crevice between her
legs. She could not tear her eyes away from the vile instrument
that was about to rip into her still-trembling body in vicious
rape. That's all it is, she told herself. I'm being raped against
my will ... The sight of Richard's massive cock hypnotized her
into abject stillness and all she could do was wait for the
assault.
Suddenly, without further warning, the grinning student
jerked his hips back and Natalie found herself lifting her pelvis
upward as though she was under some kind of spell, searching with
her gaping hot pussy for that monstrous pole of adolescent flesh
that was going to rip her belly asunder. The lust-incited group
around the new pair of entwined bodies gaped as the great bulging
head of Richard's cock found its pulsating destination and fumbled
for a moment, poking at the pink, ragged edges of flesh as she
ground her pelvis frantically up at it. Then, the muscles of the
boy's buttocks tightened as he lifted himself high in the air over
the up-turned loins of the wide-eyed young teacher. The thick
palpitating head of his penis poised at the wet, wide-stretched
opening to her cunt for what seemed like an eternity, until
finally the boy jerked his pelvis forward with a brutal lunge and
the blood-filled tip disappeared between her legs into the soft,
fleshy, down-covered folds of her cuntal flanges.
"Hold it! Right there ... aaaah, perfect ..." Stuart's voice
broke into the woman's consciousness.
Ignoring the Camp Director, the boy shoved forward again,
sinking his monstrous cockshaft another inch in her squirming
vagina. Natalie tried to kick free of the unnatural impalement,
but the eager young hands at her ankles held tight against the
ground, preventing any great amount of movement.
She knew that in her wild passion a moment ago she had over-
estimated in thinking that she actually wanted to feel that
mammoth penis inside her. Richard Simmons was just a boy, to be
sure, no older than gorgeous young Jason Powell, who was still
apologetically holding her ankle. But unlike Jason, Richard was
so abnormally developed, so precociously mature, that his gigantic
male organ was not only large for a fourteen year old, but it was
huge compared to any full-grown man! As she felt her vaginal
walls cringing against his eager entry, Natalie knew that she had
never been filled like this before, never in her whole life! She
could almost feel the straining elastic of her cunt-lips stretch
as they endeavored to accommodate his enormous circumference, and
her whole belly quivered in apprehension.
The hulking youth levered up on his hands, straightening his
arms into a push-up position, and flicked his lust-thickened penis
inside her vagina, cramming the relentless monster another
excruciating inch into her tortured passageway.
"Oooouuugggh ... I-It's too big ..."
Richard grinned to Natalie and then to his cabin-mates,
leaning down to drive it in yet another inch.
The heated breath of the excited boys warmed her nakedly
sweating body as the youths crowded closer, gaping as if
hypnotized by the rape of the voluptuous woman by their own friend
and fellow camper. Natalie was only vaguely aware of hands
reaching out to clutch and squeeze at her breasts, and fingers
traveling all over every part of her flesh until she felt as if
she was covered with tiny insects, searching to enter every
opening of her body.
The clicking of Stuart's camera continued unceasingly,
providing an auditory backdrop in Natalie's consciousness,
reminding her that everything she did here this afternoon was
being recorded in color.
But that same knowledge seemed to incite the huge youngster
above her, and he suddenly rammed forward with a crushing thrust
that plowed his monstrous cock deep into her tight resisting
vagina, pushing great waves of rippling pink cuntal flesh before
it.
Natalie jerked convulsively as the gigantic penis drove into
her belly, crushing her inner organs as it dug deeper and deeper.
It felt as though it would burst through her throat and out her
mouth if he didn't stop soon. It was driving her very soul out of
her body, bit by bit, as his monstrous organ slammed relentlessly
into her. Her mind seemed to be fading away until there was
nothing in her consciousness but the huge shaft of teenage flesh
tunneling inside her tight narrow channel.
Finally it stopped. With an ass-crushing jolt, the boy's
pelvis thudded heavily into her upturned buttocks. The immense,
semen-inflated sac of his balls bounced against the wide-split
crevice of her ass, and his hard virile cock lay embedded to the
hilt inside her quivering cunt.
Young Simmons paused above the beautiful teacher for a
moment, unknowingly giving her a chance to adjust to his abnormal
size. He watched her face as the agonized muscles began a slow
relaxation, the tightly-gnashed teeth opening slightly in surprise
as her unnaturally stretched passage grew accustomed to the
gigantic invading spear of flesh.
"Oh ... hhhmmmm ..." she sighed in hesitant relief and
wonder. Rich flexed his cockhead inside her, bringing a new moan
of apprehension to her lips, but as he continued his sporadic
muscle-twitches, she gradually softened her moans to mewls of
potential pleasure. Then he began a slow, gyrating motion with
his pelvis, grinding his huge cock into her defenseless, barely
adjusted vagina, stretching the still-cringing walls until he fit
into her like a sword in its sheath.
Unbelieving eyes peered lustfully within inches of the
enormous buried weapon, amazed that the tight tiny hole they had
seen before could have swallowed the whole of it. Again, unknown
hands rubbed lewdly over the twin mounds of her breasts, and she
felt fingers exploring the moons of her upturned ass as well. The
trembling fingers pulled teasingly at the fleshy, hair-covered
lips of her cunt that clamped so tightly around the huge embedded
cock of their friend. She jumped in amazement as she felt a
fingertip probe under Richard's dangling balls to her puckered
anus, flicking teasingly at it like a wild tongue. She winced as
it paused and then suddenly popped through the tight surrounding
nether ring, worming deeply into the tender spongy flesh inside.
It moved around, expanding the tiny opening until the very palm of
the intruding hand lay flat against her rounded ass-cheeks, the
whole finger buried securely within the dry throbbing channel.
Tiny bursts of protest broke from her lips. Her vaginal
passage felt stretched beyond repair, and the dual ravishment of
her loins with some student's long middle finger implanted deep in
her rectum made the feeling all the more intense. She tried not
to move as she felt the discomfort easing with the stillness of
her body, but the lust-incited youth ground and twisted his finger
deeper, circling it and expanding her anal passage until she
thought it would split apart. Another hand was cupping her naked
breast now, teasing and pulling at its distended nipple until she
thought her whole fleshy orb would burst from the manipulations.
Kneeling over her jackknifed trembling form, Rich began a
painful sawing motion in and out of her moist, stretched pussy
with long, lunging strokes. His nostrils flared as he thrust
forward mercilessly from the apex of his withdrawal and battered
her body back hard into the ground with each stroke. The hulking
teenager slipped his big hands down to the rounded curves of her
hips, holding tight to them as he slipped the warm soft sheath of
her throbbing vagina back over the thickness of his cock as though
he was thrusting his hand into a glove filled with vaseline. The
finger embedded in her ass joined the slowly pistoning cock in a
rhythmic fucking duo that raised whimpers and whines from the
woman's parted lips.
Her discomfort at the double ravishment was gradually fading
to be replaced by a strange sensation of elation tingling through
her defenseless body. The outrageous debasement and subjugation
brought a weird sensation of masochistic pleasure flooding through
her bloodstream and her buttocks began to rotate slightly with her
first cautious experiment with movement. Then, feeling no pain,
she herself followed the rhythm, grinding and twisting her ass up
to the hard-driving cock as though she was glued to it. Hands
from all around groped and pinched at her smooth slick flesh, as
Stuart's camera clicked at each new pose.
Richard Simmons swept into her with a growing frantic abandon
and she matched his every movement, reveling in the sensation of
the hands working at her erogenous zones. Natalie could feel him
thrusting more violently, the sight of her body bucking under him
inciting him to greater effort. Her breath had become one long
continuous moan of passion and her lips opened and closed fish-
like in mounting ecstasy.
And then there was another movement at her head, and for a
second the teacher thought it was Stuart, leaning over to take
another picture. But her passion-hazed eyes gradually came into
focus and she saw the naked body of red-headed Dennis O'Malley.
In one hand, he held his long thick cock while the fingers of the
other hand played at Natalie's ruby-red lips. She mumbled a
protest and tried to shake her head away, but he grabbed at her
jaw and held it in position. She could only clench her teeth to
try to keep his cock away, but the boy wasn't about to give up.
As he slowly pried at her locked lips, she could hear the Camp
Director chuckling sadistically.
"All right, all right!" he enthused. "You kids are really
catching on!"
The boy who was fucking into her from above slammed his
monstrous cock into her with such force that she gasped in
surprise. As her mouth opened, the long thick cock beside her
head crushed through her soft moist lips and into the warm wet
cavern of her mouth. The tall red-haired youth immediately began
to fuck into her face as if it was a second cunt. She gagged as
he rammed his rampant penis halfway down her throat, the length of
it disappearing into her widely ovalled mouth.
In the furthest recesses of her imagination, Natalie recalled
how she had always dreamed of having such young, fresh cocks
fucking into her ceaselessly and vigorously. Now she could only
chide herself in retrospect, telling herself that this was the
final result of her idle, wicked perversions, and everything that
was happening to her, she fully deserved.
Dennis quickened his thrusts to match Richard's into her
cunt, never quite pulling all the way out, but always leaving the
spongy head of his cock in the hot moist shelter of her lips. His
balls slapped harshly against her chin, the soft fuzz of his pubic
hair tickling like a feather. She struggled to breathe, catching
small gasps of air each time the two cocks and the finger in her
ass simultaneously withdrew.
They buffeted her back and forth between them, using her
helpless body as a receptacle into which they would pump their
burning sperm. She was no longer able to think or feel, in her
nearly trance-like state, as she watched the length of the cock in
her mouth as it rose like a pale tree from the reddish gold thatch
of his immature pubic hair.
She imagined how degrading she must look being fucked by the
two teenagers who were her students, with another anonymous finger
skewering hotly into her asshole. She realized with a start that
Stuart Brooks was taking pictures of it all, and for the first
time, she thought she might like to see them. Her mental image of
the photographs incited her more and more and she felt the fiery
feeling in her belly beginning to rage insanely out of control.
She began to rotate her buttocks in tight tiny circles, squeezing
with her cunt muscles at the hot, fleshy pole burrowing into her
pussy. Her lips nibbled at the thrusting young instrument in her
mouth, and she coughed and sputtered at first until she became
accustomed to the unnatural invasion of her oral cavity. She
wanted to milk both young cocks dry, to feel them fill her belly
with hot sticky fluids of their virile fresh cum. She sucked
greedily at the cock in her mouth, her cheeks hollowing and
bloating with every thrust. It was the first time in her life she
had ever tasted a penis and she explored its every pore and ridge.
Swirling her tongue wildly around the bloated head, she probed
hotly into the tiny glans opening on the end. She wanted it to
erupt in her mouth, so she could swallow his sperm until her
stomach was as filled as her womb. She wanted to feel the creamy
warmth of the boiling semen as it shot into her from both ends of
her body.
Above her, Rich was building toward the end. He began to
thrust into her harder and faster, battering mercilessly against
the quivering cheeks of her up-turned ass with his hard-driving
loins. His big meaty hands gripped her writhing hips, squeezing
the soft flesh into random crazy shapes beneath his clenching
fingers. His lips bared back against his teeth and he couldn't
close his mouth. He looked down at the woman's slender nakedly
bucking body and the sight of her being fucked from both ends sent
chills up his spine.
"Holy fuck!" he exclaimed through clenched teeth.
Another voice responded, "Right on!" as Natalie felt her
mouth filling with lubricating saliva. It was becoming slightly
sticky from the small emissions of pre-cum that seeped from the
end of Dennis O'Malley's cock. She could see the boy's hips
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Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: HusbHoby 6/8 "A Husband's Hobby"
From: grobert@soho.ios.com (TheEditor)
Date: Wed, 04 Sep 1996 07:06:32 -0800
writhing above her as though he was in the spasmodic throes of
orgasm already. His long fingers wound tightly into her dark,
sweat-matted hair, pulling her mouth back and forth over the
entire length of his thrusting pole of flesh. She could feel it
stretching and expanding in her mouth until there was no room
left, and she moaned excitedly around it as it thrust forward hard
into her tonsils.
She had never felt so utterly used and debauched in all her
life, and yet every moment seemed to bring her closer to what she
knew was going to be the greatest orgasm she had ever experienced.
She sucked with her mouth and wriggled her buttocks wildly as her
peak approached with the force of a boiling volcano about to
erupt. There was nothing else in the world now but to please
these young teenaged campers as she wallowed in her own pleasure
at the same time.
Simultaneously, with the rising tide of her own orgasm, she
felt the cock fucking into her seething pussy begin to throb and
inflate. She felt her thighs and buttocks swept apart with one
last crushing lunge as the boy fucking into her shoved his cock as
far as it could go into her belly and began spewing his hot sticky
liquid deeply into her greedy cunt. She could feel it flooding
hotly into her and filling the depths of her womb until she
thought she would burst inside. The finger in her asshole
suddenly pulled away and Richard's balls smacked into the
sensitive exposed opening, causing her to jerk convulsively upward
on the cock in her madly sucking mouth. It too erupted as if by
some suctioning force, flooding her throat with his delicious
spurting cum. Her cheeks inflated like a balloon to keep from
choking on the pungent fluids that poured into her mouth, as she
swallowed great gulps to keep from wasting a single precious drop
of his virile young liquid. Tiny streams ran from the sides of
her mouth as she sucked and swallowed voraciously, keeping up with
his copious heated offering. When he finally seemed to collapse
beside her on the ground, his slimy, soft cock slipped from
between her still-vacuuming lips, leaving a thin shiny string of
cum as a bridge to his deflating organ.
Natalie skewered her ass up tightly against the still-
squirting cock in her cunt and with a scream from between her cum-
sticky lips she felt her own body explode in a great burst of
showering stars, wracking her entire being with an agonizing
ecstasy that sent her brain whirling.
"Aaaaiiiieee!!!" her wailing voice pierced the stillness of
the wooded hillside. "Aaaarrrggh ... Aaaaaaaoooooh, oh, oh."
Her strength was suddenly gone and she let her arms and legs
fall limply out to the sides as Rich Simmons pulled back to
withdraw his huge spent cock-tube from her semen-drenched pussy.
It was amazing, she reflected later, that Stuart Brooks still had
the energy to snap lewd photographs, even when she and the
youthfully energetic teenagers seemed to be on the verge of
exhaustion. But snap away he did, and Natalie wondered what he
might be doing with the pictures later.
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