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A Husband's Hobby
Chapter 7
The air was cool but not cold when Mark and Natalie Jenkins
joined the other staff members and the hundred teenaged campers
down by the lake for the campfire. Mark's group of twelve boys
had already come down with one of the other supervisors, because
their own counselor seemed to be taking too long about getting
here. They had already marked off their area a few feet away from
where the fire would be lit, and Bobby Farris enthusiastically ran
up and dragged the nature guide and his wife into their understood
territory.
"You're sure late, Mark," he said breathlessly.
"Well, hell, he's married to Mrs. Jenkins, isn't he?" Rich
Simmons asked logically, remembering how long he spent yesterday
with that very same woman.
"Shh!" Jason Powell cautioned his cabin-mates meaningfully.
He still didn't know what kind of an arrangement his female
teacher and her counselor husband had going between themselves,
and he didn't want to give anything away.
Natalie stole a smile at her young blond lover, assuring him
that he wasn't to worry any more about what she had told him last
week. This evening's conversation with her husband had confirmed
that most of her opinions and beliefs about Mark sexually were
wrong, and she was going to start in right now to correct them.
Unhesitatingly, she sat down in the sand beside the fourteen year
old and laid her hand familiarly on his knee.
Mark looked down and winked his approval before settling
himself a few feet away, where he could fully see his wife's bold
squeezing of the youth's folded leg. Jason blushed confusedly,
but the sun was so low already that his change of color went
unnoticed. Natalie merely smiled contentedly while they all
waited for the program to start.
Each campfire night was highlighted by a special program had
consisted of a series of skits presented by the members of each of
the cabin-groups, and tonight, an astronomer had come up from the
city to give a lesson on the constellations. The moon was waning
so there was little light to detract from the stars, and the
intelligent university professor was able to capture the boys'
attention for over an hour as he related the long and sometimes
intricate myths behind the constellations. Then he explained some
of the science-fiction-like theories about phenomena like black
holes and anti-matter, and the discussion that followed nearly
used up all the time allotted for the campfire get-together.
Stuart Brooks regretfully announced that since the main
feature of the meeting had taken up the entire time period, and
since the huge bonfire had already nearly burned itself out, the
counselors would have to take their groups back to the cabins, and
they would save the marshmallows and songs for the next gathering.
A groan arose from the hundred wide-awake teenagers, but the Camp
Director remained firm. Slowly but surely the groups of boys
stood up and brushed the sand off their pants, reluctantly
following their leaders' instructions to hurry.
Only Mark Jenkins' group remained. It was their night to put
out the fire and clean up the beach area, so they were allowed an
extra half-hour before lights-out in their cabin. But their
illustrious counselor had even better plans for tonight.
As soon as all the other occupants of Weatherly-Brooks Summer
Camp for Boys had disappeared into their cabins and the lights had
gradually flickered off, Mark signaled to wiry Art Towne and
helpful Glenn Story to start setting up for the surprise party.
The two thirteen year olds agreeably rolled out a huge tarpaulin
that seemed to materialize out of nowhere, and over it, they laid
several of the satin-lined sleeping bags that they had spirited
out of their cabins. Two or three of the other boys produced
lanterns that they had secreted in the shrubbery, and Art
knowledgeably tested the mantles and lit them. He had adjusted
the gauzy mantles at their lowest intensity, so when the lanterns
were set on the ground, they bathed the whole tarpaulin in orange
light without disturbing the darkness of the lakeside or the sky.
Natalie was vaguely aware that several of the boys seemed to
be disappearing into the bushes only to return in various states
of undress. Yesterday, this would have frightened her, and put
her on her guard, but tonight, with her husband's reassuring
approval, the dark-haired wife could hardly contain her
anticipation.
One of the youngsters motioned her to lie down in the middle
of the thick, plush mattress composed of sleeping bags folded out
and stacked over the tarp. She willingly complied and made no
protest when another young boy began to undress her with tender,
caring gentleness. Mark seemed to appear at her side with a box,
crudely gift-wrapped but obviously well-intentioned. He opened it
for her while she watched in the dim light, and she sighed in
excitement when she saw that it was a full-length, hot pink lace
gown, made of the sheerest nylon fabric she had ever seen.
"The boys thought you'd like it," he explained with a smile,
and Natalie laughed happily as she sat up and pulled it on as a
flimsy disguise for her nakedness. An audible gasp of
appreciation went up from the gathering of boys around the
makeshift bed, and the black-haired teacher nodded to them in
response.
"I'm ready whenever you are," she announced unhesitatingly,
never doubting for a moment what her husband had planned as a
surprise for her.
"Okay," a young male voice said softly, as his shadowed form
stepped forward boldly. "I'll go first." Natalie sucked in her
breath when she saw that it was Jason Powell. The sight of his
splendid nakedness glimmering in the faint light filled her with
the same lustful desire that she had felt that first afternoon
last week, when he had come to pick up Mark's book. She raised
her head and watched in aroused fascination as the youth slowly
lifted the new pink gown from her legs. She trembled in
excitement as the boy's hands began their lewd seductive movements
over her exposed thighs and hips with the ease of familiarity.
His original hesitation had been stilled by his counselor's
assurance that everything was all right, and he was no longer
afraid to touch the teacher's beautiful young body. His fingers
danced over the soft strands of dark silky pubic hair and he
breathed huskily, "Spread your legs apart."
Natalie obediently opened her thighs, but the impatient youth
grabbed her knees and forced them even farther apart, exposing the
full length of her cuntal slit to the other boys' leering eyes.
It was exciting her to have all these young males around her, and
with her own dear husband watching, too! God, it's unbelievable,
she thought as she sought out his face in the sensuous darkness
surrounding the bed they had created for her. Unable to pick out
Mark's appreciatively watching eyes, Natalie looked back at her
lover, watching him reach forward to run his middle finger up the
tightly closed slit of her cunt, parting the soft vaginal hairs
and feeling the smooth moist pink flesh underneath. Her hips
jerked beneath the sudden contact as his finger dipped
experimentally into her warm, damp vaginal opening.
Natalie could feel the pit of her belly and thighs hot and
moist from the lewd spectacle unfolding with her at its center.
There were at least a half dozen teenagers around the tarpaulin,
almost all of them completely naked in the mild summer air with
their hard cocks jerking gleamingly in the dim orange light. She
arched her back as she felt someone lift the filmy nightgown up
toward her shoulders, then raised her arms to let them pull it
away from her body.
She moaned slightly and tried to recapture her new, alluring
garment, but a huddle of boys was now fondling it and stroking it
over their youthfully erected cocks. Natalie sighed and lifted
her knees up in joyful acceptance as one of the young boys climbed
onto the bed between her legs. She felt the hardness of his young
cock scraping and rubbing against the lips of her cunt, and she
knew she was already prepared for it. Her dark eyes squinted in
the flickering lantern light as she strained to recognize the new
naked youth, and she shut her eyes in contentment when she saw
that it was Glenn Story, the boy who had agreeably taken the
pictures for Stuart Brooks yesterday. His torso hovered over her
prostrate form and she reached between their bodies to grasp his
rigid penis and pull it forward until she felt the hot throbbing
head insinuating itself between the little ridges of her tender
pussy flesh on either side of her wetly welcoming cunt. Then,
with one long easy stroke, Glenn slid his rampant cock all the way
up into her heaving belly.
She sighed as she felt the hard rubbery head of his organ
batter softly up against her cervix and his balls slap hard
against her upturned anus. Her mouth fell loosely open and she
began humping up against him, feeling his hardness in her warm
cunt sliding in and out from the moisture of her own lust-
secretions. She worked her legs back and forth over the boy's
back, her flailing hips working in time with his thrusts. Vaguely
she wondered whether Glenn had fucked many girls before, and if
so, who they were and how he had enjoyed it. She wanted to give
him the best fuck he had ever had, and she began to moan softly in
encouragement. "Mmmmmnnn, yes ..."
Suddenly Natalie felt his cock begin to expand wildly. He
stroked harder, the battering of her quivering pussy bringing
swelling groans from deep in her heaving chest. She knew he was
going to shoot into her at any moment, but she still held back her
own climax. She had all the time and all the cocks she would need
for fulfillment now, and she was in no rush to tire herself out at
the very beginning of what promised to be a long, lustful evening.
A moment later, the Story boy clawed convulsively at her buttocks
and his mouth fell open over her passion-twisted face. Torrents
of hot white cream spilled from the jerking head of his cock-tube,
surging into the depths of her body. The bursting hot liquid set
off her own unplanned-for climax, and she sighed heavily as she
raked her nails across his back with the delicious sensation that
was charging through her. She poured forth her own juices, mixing
and combining with the boy's sperm until he let her body go in
sheer exhaustion.
Natalie too collapsed, her body still quivering and twitching
as the spent teenager rolled away from her. But before she could
even catch her breath, Jason, who had been waiting patiently at
her side, now crawled in closer to her. Her eyes widened at the
sight of his huge white penis and she moved over to let him lie on
his back in the center of the sleeping-bag mattress. He quickly
responded to her wishes and reclined back, his long, rock-hard
shaft spearing obscenely into the still night air. Natalie stared
hungrily at it with lust-filled eyes, watching as he spread his
thighs open and his heavy hair-covered balls fell slowly between
them. In the flickering light from the lantern, Jason's cock
seemed to be glistening with a pulsing life of its own, and the
young teacher was almost mesmerized by the suggestive illusion.
"Come on top of me, Natalie," the young blonde boy whispered,
his words sounding mature and inciting beyond his years.
Natalie felt the desire blazing in her loins and she needed
no further prompting. She knelt with her thighs on either side of
his ribs and immediately felt his hands running smoothly up her
inner thighs to the throbbing damp lips of her cunt, spreading the
swollen downy flanges open to expose its wet pink interior to his
lustful gaze. Immediately his fingertips began to work furiously
at her tiny hard clitoris, bringing it to a more and more
sensitive state until, with a strangled groan, she leaned up on
her knees and grabbed his cock to wedge it into the narrow sperm-
soaked slit of her vagina.
"Ooooh, Jason, I can't wait," she breathed, her weighty
breasts heaving and swaying as she writhed her hips above the
blunt knob of his angry towering penis. The others around the
tarp watched as the fourteen year old caught hold of her waist
while she clung to his cockshaft, aiming her starving vagina
directly above the fleshy rod with the fiery mushroom-shaped head.
Then, he pulled her down on it. It resisted for a moment against
the tight elastic opening of her cunt, then wedged in beyond the
rim. With a deep-throated sigh, she sank down on it and he slid
it up into her belly like a never-ending greased pole of flesh.
Tightening her knees around his slim hips, Natalie sank lower
and lower on his meaty shaft, moaning as if in agony until she
settled down on his loins, completely impaling herself on the
rigid pole of flesh. Then, she strained her buttocks up in the
air again until Jason's long thick penis drew out of her cunt,
gleaming wet in the dim light from the secretions of her vagina.
The cords of her inner thighs stood out with the effort as she
hoisted herself upward until the wide rim of the shiny purplish
head was slipping out of her clasping cuntal lips and then with a
soul-searing cry, she sank down again, smashing her crotch against
his loins, devouring the whole of his cock into her soft,
enveloping pussy.
Jason pressed his legs tightly together and jerked his hips
rhythmically upward as she descended so that their bodies crashed
together in a regular pattern, bringing a measured cadence of
gasps and groans from both their throats.
Watching from the dark perimeter of the tarpaulin, Mark could
see that Natalie was sexually excited at last, and he watched
intently to see what the young boys would do that aroused her.
Although he knew that most husbands would be offended and
humiliated by the sight of their wives fucking other men, Mark was
satisfied that this was the most effective way to save their
marriage. He was getting the opportunity to watch his gorgeous
young wife in the throes of her sexual ecstasy, and she was being
allowed to take all the delicious young cocks she could handle in
a single night. But Mark wasn't able to enjoy the lewd spectacle
as much as he wanted to, however, because it was all he could do
to keep from jumping on that stack of sleeping bags and raping his
wife right at that moment. Even though he had always known what
an extraordinarily exciting woman his wife was, he had never been
so aroused by the sight of her naked body as he was right now. He
wanted to fuck her silly, right here and now, so he could
participate in her overwhelming pleasure.
But he held himself back. There was still something else he
wanted to see --- the obscene double fucking that Stuart had told
him about yesterday on the hillside. Mark looked around to see if
one of the teenagers in his group was ready to join in, and he
noticed dark-haired Art Towne fervently stroking his penis to the
fucking rhythm of the couple on the bed.
"Towne!" the nature guide whispered, startling the youth out
of his lustful daze. "Go on in there with Jason ..."
The small, curly-headed youth hesitated a moment, then
scrambled up onto the stack of satin sleeping bags to the head of
the bed they formed. Climbing to his knees behind Jason's head,
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the young camper grasped the teacher's shoulders to steady himself
in the deep downy cushion. Then he pulled her head down toward
his loins, the fingers of one hand tangling in her black curls, as
Mark watched with intense interest. He'd never made Natalie take
him in his mouth, except for that one time after a therapy
session, when they had both pretended to have fantasized about it.
But now, watching the small teenager shoving his slender hard cock
between her full lips, Mark thought it was something he might
enjoy more now, having seen how naturally Natalie seemed to take
to it. She hungrily sucked the boy's throbbing penis into her
mouth until nothing but an inch of the practically hairless base
showed around her tightly ovalled lips. Mark was sure that the
animalistic mewls rising from the perverted sex-bed in the sand
were coming from his own wife's throat, and he felt his cock
throbbing to a painful hardness as the panting, dark-haired youth
arched his buttocks to fuck in and out of Natalie's lips. The
pink, lipstick-rimmed edges of her mouth pulled out as he withdrew
and then clung greedily as the teenager shoved his rod further and
further into her engorged throat.
Finally, the vision-inspired husband could stand no more. He
couldn't wait until he had seen all the possible perversions he
had dreamed about. He had to fuck his beautiful young wife now.
It was the first time in months that he had felt this torturous,
lustful urgency, and without hesitation, he stepped around the
lanterns and approached the big soft makeshift bed. He saw Jason
Powell's hand creeping along Natalie's spine down to the crevice
between her naked buttocks until his finger found the raw,
puckered anus pointing skyward. The boy rubbed his finger there
for a moment, teasing her rectal opening until she strained back
to get more of the delicious sensation. Suddenly, the blonde
adolescent dipped his finger through the tight nether ring of her
tiny anus, worming it deep into the warm spongy interior flesh.
As he moved his hand in a circular motion, expanding the tight
opening until his palm lay flat against her buttocks, Natalie
writhed and moaned in delight at the dual-defilement of her naked
loins.
Mark thought of what Stuart Brooks had told him, on the very
first day they had arrived in camp. It was just after the two
former buddies had exchanged greetings and reminiscences, and had
settled down to talk about the present. Mark, finding his old
buddy as wild and friendly as he remembered him, had found it easy
to explain the problems he and his wife were having.
"Oh, no, I don't believe it," Stuart had said. "Your wife's
one of the hottest chicks I've seen in a long time ... You
shouldn't have any trouble getting off with her at all!"
At that point the young husband had smiled ruefully and
shaken his head. He tried to explain that Stuart might be wrong
about Nat, but the older man wouldn't hear of it. He kept
insisting that Mark was probably one of the luckiest men alive to
be married to such a gorgeous lush creature, and when Mark had
confided his fantasies, Stuart was eager to show his younger
friend that he was right.
Now, watching the black-haired woman writhe in the center of
a stack of plush, cushiony sleeping bags with one boy's penis up
her cunt and another in her mouth, Mark had to admit that the
older man who directed this camp was right --- dead right.
Natalie even seemed to be getting turned on by Jason's finger in
her ass!
Well, he thought determinedly, loosening his belt and kicking
off his shoes, If she digs having a finger in her ass, think how
much she's going to like my big old cock up there! His huge
pulsating penis sprang free of his pants as he tore them down his
legs. It jutted forward firmly, glistening in the half-light as
he listened to the wet sucking noises Natalie was making as she
labored over the two boys. He looked down at his massively
engorged instrument, feeling his blood boil in excitement as he
inched closer to the bed.
He stumbled slightly on the edges of the sleeping bags,
causing the whole mattress to sink lower at the foot. But the
three lewdly joined lovers didn't seem to notice as he crawled up
on the soft satiny surface anyway, holding his cock like some kind
of bludgeoning weapon.
"Uuuunnh, huuunnh ..." the biology teacher grunted as he felt
the sweat-slickened surface of his wife's warm backside. The wet
sounds of her obscene double fucking seemed to echo in his
eardrums, drowning out all the night-noises of the campsite. He
hardly heard himself as he whispered in a raspy, hoarse croak,
"Raise up, Natalie, I'm going to fuck you in the butt ..."
The group of excited campers witnessing this salaciously
lustful scene gasped and made comments when they heard their camp
counselor's wildly blatant suggestion. Mark Jenkins was a quiet
man, they had thought, and they had thought that their escapades
with his wife were a secret between themselves and the Camp
Director. Of course tonight, they had been aware of Mark's
knowledge of the goings on, but they hardly expected him to
participate.
"You hear me, Nat?" Mark repeated, this time his voice well-
above a whisper.
"Yeah, Mark, she hears you!" a boy's voice replied.
"The whole fucking camp heard you that time," another warned.
"Shit, will ya look how much she wants it?" a third boy
exclaimed, raising a shaky finger to point to their 3-R's
teacher's clenching buttocks.
She had forcefully slipped Jason's fingers from her tingling
asshole, and now she was waving it in the air in lewd invitation
to her own dear husband. He moved directly behind her, running
his hands over the smooth white cheeks of her ass as he straddled
Jason's legs. He could feel them quivering under his touch from
the movement of her hips as she pumped the adolescent's cock in
and out of her steaming vagina and her head as she bobbed and
twisted, her lips still locked tightly around the other teenager's
still-growing penis. Just the thought of them fucking his wife at
the same time he gave it to her in the ass made Mark's aching
loins stir all the more. He could contain himself no longer and
lunged at the tiny puckered hole nestled between his wife's softly
gyrating buttocks.
Natalie heard her husband's hoarse breathing and a tingle
raced through her, making her fuck more brutally down on Jason's
cock. She could tell by the demanding touch of Mark's hands on
her flesh that he was more aroused than she had ever known him,
and the knowledge built her own passion to mind-shattering
heights. It was working! Their problem was solved!
He roughly grasped the clenching firm roundness of each cheek
in his hands, stretching them wide apart with his damp palms. In
her excitement, Natalie could hear him suck in his breath as the
tiny ring of soft tender flesh came into view again. He pushed
one hand down and thrust experimentally with his middle finger,
then pressed it forward harder sinking it all the way to the
second knuckle. As he wormed it around in her already slightly
stretched rectum, preparing it for the greater penetration to
come, Natalie lifted her head from the dark-haired boy's hardened
pulsating cock and turned her head. She could see her husband,
Mark, stroking his long, blue-veined penis, pulling back the thick
foreskin to expose the round, bulbous knob of the head. It was
rock-hard and slickly lubricated as he aimed it directly at her
tiny puckered asshole, now stretched even more from the rummaging
of his finger.
Natalie held her breath for what seemed like an eternity,
then groaned as she felt the unrelenting shaft pop suddenly
through the tight restricting ring of flesh. As she squealed with
her initial discomfort, the boy in front of her grabbed her hair
and pulled her mouth back over his throbbing penis, ramming it all
the way back to her softly moist tonsils. At the same time, Mark
caught hold of her shoulders and rammed his hips forward with all
his strength, sinking his cock gradually into her tightly
resisting anus, until several moments later, Natalie began to
react.
"Mmmmmph ... nnngggg!" she mumbled around the cock pressed
into her mouth as her husband's long, hard rod of flesh slipped
easily into the warm rubbery depths of her rectum to the hilt.
She jerked instinctively away, spasmodically trying to free
herself of the unnatural invasion, but she was helplessly trapped
between the two teenaged cocks in her other carnal entrances.
Almost instantly she remembered how pleasurable ass-fucking could
be, once her clenching rectum adjusted to the abnormal size of a
man's penis, and at the same time, she consciously relaxed her
muscles around her husband's angrily sodomizing rod.
Jason, who had pulled his cock almost all the way out of her
while Mark was penetrating her narrow back passage, now wrapped
his powerful young hands around Natalie's tiny waist and pulled
her down hard over his waiting cock. It slithered tightly into
the moist open cavern of her pussy and the beautiful brunette
moaned deliriously as she realized that she was hopelessly impaled
on three raging cocks, two delicious teenaged erections and her
own husband's massively lust-hardened mature organ.
There was no further delay. Mark, already excited by
watching the two boys' frenzied fucking of his wife's mouth and
cunt, began to fuck furiously into the depths of her rectum, while
his young charges stroked his long hard thrusts into her lips and
pussy. It took a moment, but they quickly began to move in
unison, buffeting her body between them like a sack of soft,
resilient foam rubber. As if on a pre-arranged signal, all three
of them pulled their fiery rods almost all the way out of her
panting body, leaving only the heads in the hotly sucking lips of
her three orifices, her insatiable cunt and her ravished anus and
her voracious mouth. Then, simultaneously, they drove deep into
her body to collide with the one that ran halfway down her
esophagus. She uttered a single low whine of ecstasy that was
interrupted only occasionally by a deep grunt from her chest as
they smacked into her nakedly writhing body with more and more
passion.
It was like nothing she had ever dreamed of before --- every
opening in her body was filled with hard virile male flesh and her
own beloved Mark was slamming into her forever-stretched anus with
more enthusiasm than she had known he possessed. Again and again
the two campers and their counselor pounded against her quivering
flesh in the dark air by the lakeside, pistoning into her flowered
open orifices. There was no pain or discomfort, only sheer, raw
lust.
Her hips began to move backwards to meet the ass-crushing
lunges of Jason and Mark as they slammed into her cunt and rectum,
then forward again to swallow the whole of Art Towne's young cock
plunging into her sucking mouth. Her whole body undulated wildly
between the three males and her buttocks moved in tiny, abandoned
circles. Wilder and wilder they became, slamming her back and
forth on the squashing stack of sleeping bags. All four of their
coarse groans resounded in a satanic symphony of mad sexual
delight.
But it was Natalie who wailed first.
"Ooooohhhggh ... mmm ... mmaah!" she screamed around the
penis pistoning into her warm, saliva-filled mouth.
The beautiful nature guide's wife was absolutely insane with
desire and began sobbing out with the force of the orgasm that
seemed to go on and on forever. Mark and the boys, intoxicated by
their complete conquest of her body, drove into her again and
again as though they were being spurred on by her animal cries of
release.
Almost simultaneously they plunged into her as far as they
could go, and their cocks jerkily began to spurt into her pussy
and throat and rectum. It was Art who began first, shooting
white-hot jets of fresh creamy cum down her sputtering throat with
such force and speed that she couldn't swallow fast enough to keep
up. His heated gushes of tangy sperm dribbled from both corners
of her mouth as she tried in vain to lap up every last drop.
Jason and Mark exploded almost instantly, pumping their
boiling semen into her ass and her cunt so fast and furiously that
she was sure their cocks would burst through the thin dividing
membrane and collide. She had no idea how her dilating and
undulating passages could ever accommodate the copious supplies of
raging male sperm that were being shot lewdly into them, but her
pelvis rocked and thrashed joyfully in a willing effort to accept
it all.
At last, they collapsed in a heap in the center of the sweat-
soaked, cum-sticky pile of sleeping bags, their naked flesh
glimmering in the pulsing orange light from the lanterns. Natalie
was hardly aware when the three spent and satisfied males
slithered to the perimeter of the tarpaulin, to be replaced almost
immediately by three new bodies --- Rich Simmons, Bobby Farris,
and his friend, Dennis O'Malley. Natalie smiled happily her warm
welcome, winking to Mark as she began to arrange herself for
another wild quartet of youthful, exuberant, exhilarating fucking.
She gave herself over completely to her joyful new task, not even
bothering to count or remember how many delicious, mind-shattering
orgasms she experienced that night on the shore of Lake
Devonshire.
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