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http://www.incesttabooo.com/husbhob04.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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