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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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