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From grobert@soho.ios.com Wed Sep 04 17:05:02 1996
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Subject: HusbHoby 1/8  "A Husband's Hobby"
From: grobert@soho.ios.com (TheEditor)
Date: Wed, 04 Sep 1996 07:05:02 -0800

WARNING:
     This story is fiction and should be treated as such.
     The following story contains descriptions of explicit sex.
If you are not an adult or reading descriptions sex stories upset
you, do not read any further.
     I am not the author.  I don't have the talent.
     I can only be the "TheEditor."





                        A Husband's Hobby



                            Chapter 1

     The first thing Mrs. Natalie Jenkins noticed about young
Jason Powell was that he looked remarkably mature for a boy of
only fourteen.  She studied his tall, muscular form and his
intense blue eyes in wonderment, finding it difficult to believe
that such an obviously well-equipped young man would need the
services of Weatherly-Brooks Summer Camp for Boys.
     Weatherly-Brooks was supposed to be a project to help under-
privileged or emotionally immature youths prepare themselves for
the important transition from eighth grade to high school.  It was
conducted during the summer before the boys entered the ninth
grade, and it included programs of academic and social instruction
as well as the traditional sports and recreation activities
usually associated with summer camps.
     This was Natalie's first summer with the Weatherly-Brooks
Camp, and she had, somehow expected the boys to be much younger-
looking than Jason Powell.  As he stood patiently in the doorway
of the teachers' and counselors' cabin, the tall, brunette three
R's teacher couldn't hide her pleased amazement, and it was
several moments before she said anything.
     "Oh, I'm sorry, Jason," she began breathlessly.  "You are
Jason Powell aren't you?  My husband said you had to pick
something up ..."  Her words sounded hurried and nervous, but the
good-looking teenager appeared not to notice.
     "Yes, Ma-am, I am ... Mark --- er, Mr. Jenkins --- said that
you knew where he kept his ... um ..."  The tousled blond youth
suddenly stopped talking, his cherubic, as-yet untanned face
staring in innocent fascination at the beautiful wife of the
Camp's nature guide.  In all his young life he had never seen a
woman so beautiful.  Mrs. Jenkins was wearing a simple green Camp-
outfit, but her tits were so huge that they stuck out even through
the stiff cotton fabric.  And the short-shorts that matched the
blouse seemed to have been deliberately designed with the gorgeous
teacher in mind.  They clung to her provocative hips and buttocks
like a second skin, and they were so short that the entire length
of her slender, show-girl legs was exposed to the young boy's
gaze.  On her feet she wore simple sandals, having removed the
regulation hiking boots after her morning teaching assignment was
finished.  Jason looked her up and down with frank admiration,
before he realized that she was aware of his prurient
interest.
     "What was it Mr. Jenkins wanted you to pick up, Jason?"
Natalie asked quietly, but with a firm tone in her voice.  She
hadn't had Jason as a student yet, but since the classes changed
every week, she would doubtless see him in the classroom soon, and
there was no point in letting his adolescent interest get out of
hand.
     "The ... um ... his ...  The thing that he uses to test for
poison ... I mean, the book ..."  The teenager's face was
beginning to flush with embarrassment, as he groped his stunned
young mind for the object of his visit.  He raised his eyes to
look pleadingly into Natalie's lovely face for help, but when he
met her big, doe-like brown eyes he quickly averted his own.  In
his fresh young mind he didn't know what was bothering him, but he
knew that he had forgotten completely what the nature guide wanted
him to pick up from his wife.
     "The poison plants book?" Natalie guessed.  "Or was it the
guide to edible foliage?"  Although her husband had told her by
intercom that he was sending a boy to the teachers' and
counselors' cabin for something, the ancient communications
equipment was so unreliable that his voice had been completely
obscured by static.  All she knew was that Jason Powell was coming
for something.
     But the poor lad was at a loss for words.  Although he was a
good head taller than the young woman, Natalie suddenly had the
urge to wrap her arms around him and comfort him in his distress.
She knew it was a motherly response, and inwardly she wondered if
she would ever have children of her own.
     Oh, dear Lord, she thought momentarily.  Why does it have to
be this way?  What am I doing wrong?  She was thinking about her
handsome, earnest husband, to whom she had been married only a
year.  The way things were going right now, it looked as though
they would never have a family, and the thought tore the twenty-
five year old woman's heart out.  She had mulled over the
horrible, incomprehensible consequences that could result from her
problems, but she tried to banish the thoughts from her mind.
Stepping down from the doorstep, she laid her hand on young
Jason's shoulder.  "Why don't you come in and sit down for a
minute?  I'm sure you'll remember what Mr. Jenkins wanted."
     The blonde boy nodded gratefully and hesitantly followed the
voluptuous teacher into the cabin.  The natural pine-wood building
was small, with a central living room off which the various
hallways and bedrooms for the camp's adult staff led.  Since most
of the staff members were both teachers and guides or counselors,
no one was in the cabin during the afternoon except the black-
haired academic teacher.  She invited her young guest to sit down
in one of the comfortable bean-bag cushions that dotted the
sparsely-furnished living room.
     "Can I get you something to drink, Jason?" the brunette
offered graciously.  Part of the camp's program was to help give
the boys confidence in themselves as human beings, and Natalie was
in the habit of being polite to all her young students.
     "Um ... okay," the muscular youth replied with a nervous
smile.  His long, down-covered legs were bunched up awkwardly on
the low bean-bag pillows, and underneath his regulation camp
shorts, the teacher was shocked to notice that he was surprisingly
well-hung.  The slightly visible bulge of his sleeping penis was
outlined by the khaki bermuda-length pants, and just below it, the
two spheres of his balls were clearly pressuring against the
crotch seam.  Natalie gasped on her way to the communal
refrigerator, vowing that she would not look at Jason's genitals
again, no matter how obvious they were when he sat with his legs
up like that. God, Nat, she scolded herself.  You've got to get a
hold on yourself.
     As she poured iced tea for herself and the boy, the black-
haired teacher shook her head in amazement.  She supposed that her
uncontrollably salacious thoughts were partially due to the
problems she and her husband had been having, but she had never
imagined that they might have gone this far!  To think that she
was actually staring at a young student's loins that way!  God
help me!
     When she came back in to the cozy living room with the
drinks, Natalie made a point of sitting beside Jason, rather than
across from him where she would surely be tempted to feast her
eyes on his healthy virile groin area.  But as she settled into
the gigantic cushion, Natalie was uncomfortably aware of the warm
heat that seemed to be radiating from the youth's body.  Am I
imagining it, or is he actually getting turned on?  She was afraid
to turn her eyes in the direction of the boy, but she heard his
breath beginning to come in shorter faster heaves, almost as if he
was panting.  And the cushion on which they both slat seemed to be
vibrating now, as if Jason's heart was beating faster ...  Oh,
God, don't let it be happening, the woman pleaded internally.
It's only the second day of camp.
     Frantically, the young wife searched her mind for something
appropriate to say.  She couldn't bring up the boy's errand again,
for fear of jeopardizing his self-esteem, if he still didn't
remember what he had been sent for.  But at the same time, she
couldn't let him sit here all afternoon, either.  Her husband
obviously needed whatever it was, or he wouldn't have sent the
teenager back to get it.  Finally, making her voice sound as
normal as possible, Natalie said, "What were you and the rest of
the boys doing this afternoon?"
     Jason started at the sound of her honey-sweet voice, but he
quickly summoned up the wherewithal to respond.  "Oh, well, Mark
--- I mean Mr. Jenkins --- was taking us on a sort of nature hike.
He said it would help us pass the wilderness survival test at the
end of camp.  He was explaining about some of the plants around
here, and there was this flower ... a purple kind of long thing
... and ... and.  Again the blonde youth's explanation seemed to
fade off into nothing.  His blue eyes had inadvertently slipped
down from the woman's beautiful face and were now resting securely
on her sensuous breasts, watching excitedly the way they rose and
fell with every breath she took.  A boyish groan escaped the
youth's chest.
     "You know what, Mrs. Jenkins?" he said boldly, with
unprecedented suddenness.  "I think you're too beautiful to be a
camp teacher."  He made the complaint in all sincerity, and
Natalie turned to him in frank surprise.
     "Why, thank you, Jason," she said with a healthy blush, "but
I certainly don't know what you mean."
     "Well, I've been to summer camps before," he said
expansively.  "Not this one, but other ones ...  And the ladies
they have there are always old hags, like Miss Thatcher."  Jason
made an innocent reference to the camp cook and nutritional
expert, a middle-aged, rather plump woman who had worked the
camp's kitchen ever since Mr. Weatherly and Mr. Brooks had started
the camp nearly ten years ago.  It wasn't that Miss Arlene
Thatcher wasn't well-liked by the staff members and teachers or
even the boys, for that matter --- but she wasn't exactly a model
specimen of the female of the human species.  The only other woman
at the summer camp for boys was Lucille Wells, the wife of the
marine biology expert.  She reluctantly taught a class in leather-
working during the morning school sessions, but otherwise, the
snobbish blonde woman stayed out of sight, so none of the boys
really got to appreciate her classic, upper-crust beauty.
     Natalie turned toward Jason and smiled warmly, daring to
press the boy's sinewy hand with her own.  "That's very kind of
you, Jason although I wouldn't exactly call Miss Thatcher a hag.
She's really quite a remarkable person ..."  The raven-haired
beauty was about to go on, but she could see by the look in the
blonde boy's eyes that he had already tuned out what she was
saying.  He was visually feasting on her generous insufficiently-
hidden curves, and his mouth was hanging open in awe.
     For several seconds, the teacher's concentration lapsed, and
she looked to the crotch of Jason's camp shorts, frankly watching
the long, hard bulge that had begun to strain slightly against the
fabric.  He's getting a hard-on ...  She raised her huge, moist
brown eyes to his face again, helplessly inclining toward the
youth's trembling virile body as she subconsciously let her fresh
ruby red lips fall open.  God, he's so beautiful, and so excited
...
     All at once the youth lunged toward her, gathering her into
his quiveringly strong arms and crushing his lips down onto her
mouth.  She had teased him beyond his limited endurance, and
finally his defenses had collapsed.
     The beautiful dark-haired woman trembled and struggled weakly
as delicious erotic sensations began to ripple through every nerve
in her body, but she knew it was useless.  She had accidentally
tantalized the youth by her voluptuous nearness, and now he was
behaving like a lust-crazed man.  Natalie's mind flashed with the
memory of how Mark's body had once excited her like this and she
hurriedly pushed the thought out of her head.  This wasn't Mark,
but rather one of Mark's young charges.  She felt his stone-hard
cockshaft pulsing against the softness of her uniform-covered
belly as he held her breathlessly tight against his young body.
She thought crazily that he might have gone insane with his
adolescent lust, and the realization made her suddenly more sober.
     She pushed away from his heated embrace with jerky, urgent
motions.  "Jason, I-I'm sorry," she said pantingly.  With a
desperate thrust she broke free of the heated, charged embrace,
adding, "If you can't remember what my husband wanted you to get,
maybe you'd better go back to the group and find out."
     The blonde teenager's face was full of mixed sorrow and
confusion, as he felt the clear rejection in the woman's tone.  He
didn't see how she could be mad, just ten seconds ago she had been
erotically returning his kiss!  He regarded her inquiringly for a
few moments, while she awkwardly stood up to get herself away from
his young tantalizing body.  Then he said, "Well, you could call
him on the intercom, Mrs. Jenkins ...  That way I wouldn't have to
go so soon."
     Natalie had to smile at the undeniable logic of the boy's
suggestion.  Of course ...  The intercom switchboard was right
against the wall next to the fireplace, and every camp counselor
and teacher had a transmitter-receiver on his belt.  It was
originally supposed to be a safety measure for groups going out on
long hikes or star-gazing expeditions, but over the years the use
of the intercom system had proliferated until it was used almost
as often as a telephone in the city.  The equipment was out-dated
and often useless, but still ... Jason was right ... Mark could be
contacted much more easily over the intercom than if the fourteen
year old boy had to go out after him.
     Jason was encouraged by the older woman's smile, which he
misinterpreted for acquiescence.  He literally jumped up from the
cushion and grabbed the young teacher around the waist, pulling
her down roughly onto the squashed-out pillows.
     "Oh, God, thank you, Mrs. Jenkins," he murmured hotly in her
ear.  His hands were now shamelessly massaging her firm rounded
buttocks under her tight shorts, squeezing them and kneading them
with a hypnotic rhythm that jarred her from her head to her foot.
More and more the insane, unpredictable desire which had been
subtly building in her was taking control of her mind and
emotions.  She wanted him desperately and was becoming less and
less able to consider the logical consequences.
     "Jason, please listen ... I just have to try to reach Mark
... on the intercom ..."  But her words were belied by her
actions, as she relinquished herself up to his powerful embrace
and he showered her face and neck with kisses of fumbling
adolescent fervor.  Her loins were growing warm and she wavered in
his embrace as though she was caught between breaking away and
giving herself over completely to the unexpected pleasurable
sensations.  Sensing her weakening resistance, Jason rolled her
over on the pillow so she was on her back, and he gripped her
ankles to spread them apart.  Beneath the crotch of her short
shorts, the boy saw tiny dark tendrils of her soft curling pubic
hair, wisping out around the folded cuffs of the leg-bands.
     Natalie tried again to regain some semblance of demeanor.
She vaguely thought she should close her thighs, but her body
strangely ignored her commands.  Instead, her body seemed to be
controlling her brain, sending lewd messages to taunt her
conscience.  Ooooooh, how long has it been?  God, Mark and I
haven't made love ... oh, God!  Is it really two weeks?  She gazed
glassy-eyed at the youth standing over her, watching with a dazed
expression while he hastily removed the khaki shorts and the
screen-printed T-shirt of the camp's hiking uniform.  Her eyes
traveled hungrily over his naturally golden-skinned muscular form
and a tingle of forbidden excitement coursed through her as she
sensed the power in his young body.  Then she involuntarily
shivered as her gaze fell on the thick, hard penis that stood out
from beneath his flat stomach like a heavy, blunt spear.  Natalie
remembered how often she had looked at young boys in her classes
in the city, secretly wondering just what their adolescent,
undeveloped organs would look like.  Perhaps half the size of
Mark's, she had always thought, slimmer and shorter and maybe not
as granite hard ...
     But as she stared at Jason Powell's heavily bloated penis she
inhaled sharply in surprise.  Oh Lord, it's huge!  I can't believe
he's only fourteen.  She thought briefly of her first impression
of him as he stood at the doorway of the cabin, and she knew now
where that impression had come from.  Jason Powell might be
emotionally a young boy, but physically --- physically, he was
every bit as developed as a man twice his age.  The lovely black-
haired woman found herself wondering how Jason's little teenaged
girlfriends managed to take that gigantic solid rod of flesh into
their tender inexperienced pussies, and it suddenly dawned on her
that she, herself, was going to be asked to do that very thing.
But that's impossible!  It's got to be too big ...
     "Listen, Jason," Natalie began again, "I don't know what you
think I'm doing, but ... but ..."  Her eyes rested on the lewdly
waving cock.  "I don't think ... that ... you understand ..."
     Jason made it quite clear that he didn't want to understand
the beautiful woman's protests.  In place of his previously
cherubic expression, the boy now had a look of animalistic lust.
He reached his trembling fingers down and stroked over the bare
flesh of her arms and neck, insinuating his fingertips into the
open neckline of her cotton blouse.  His body jerked when he felt
the gigantic quivering orbs of her lushly firm breasts, and he
began to claw at the buttons of the blouse.  Natalie squirmed
helplessly as she caught sight of the intercom switchboard and
remembered that her husband would be looking for this boy if he
didn't go back to the nature hike pretty soon.  But at the same
time, she was enjoying his youthful fervor in undressing her, and
she didn't even feel embarrassed when she felt him yank her blouse
out of the waistband of the matching shorts.
     "Holy shit, Mrs. Jenkins!" the youth panted as he groped
behind her back for the hook of her bra.  His fingers were
surprisingly nimble as he deftly unclasped the sheer white
undergarment, whipping it out from underneath her body so he could
read the size label in the back.  "Holy shit!" he exclaimed.  "36-
D!  Jesus, Mrs. Jenkins, I've never seen a chick with a D-sized
tits before!  Oh, Jesus, God, fuck!"
     As his tongue was unconsciously rolling off admiring
obscenities, Jason fell forward over the woman and fastened his
mouth firmly over one large brown nipple.  She groaned in excited
pain at his unintentional harshness, but the boy was too engrossed
in his luscious task to notice.  His wet lips roamed eagerly over
the heaving ivory mounds, causing a twitch of blissful sensation
to rock her loins below.  Her tensed buttocks relaxed and began to
rotate slowly into the yielding pillow below.
     The young boy's hands and lips played over the sensitive
flesh of her upper torso, his eyes burning with desire.  Tiny
goose-bumps sprang out over the whiteness of Natalie's smooth
flesh as her muscles tensed with her mounting fervor.
     "Nnnnnggggg ... ugh ... shit, Mrs. Jenkins ... you got the
best tits of any chick in the world ... God damn!  I sure would
like to fuck your pussy, Mrs. Jenkins!"
     Natalie stiffened at the sound of the teenager's lewd words,
and yet the very lasciviousness of them excited her even more,
until she knew she was losing whatever control she had had over
what was occurring in the cozy living room of the teachers' and
counselors' cabin.  She could feel the warm moisture spreading
outward from her curl-fringed cuntal lips to dampen the crotch of
her short camp shorts, and she tried to press her legs together to
ease the tantalizing burning sensation that was licking madly at
the pit of her stomach.
     Jason's hungry kisses and maddening manipulations of her
blazing flesh was turning her entire body into a knotted bundle of
raw nerve endings, filling her with a passion that she was
powerless to check.  A tiny cry of delight rose from her throat as
his hands seized both of her throbbing breasts and squeezed them
together like straining grapefruit until the two rosy nipples met
and his hungry mouth enveloped them both at the same time.  Tiny
pinpricks of delicious feeling raced through the miniature
erections as he rolled each nipple around with the wet tip of his
pointed tongue.  She could feel his warm, moist breath move softly
over her chest and throat as he lifted his head to lock his mouth
wildly against hers.
     Natalie tried for a moment to squirm away, to make one last
valiant effort to put a stop to this salacious seduction.  But she
was no longer able to command the strength to counter his powerful
young male grip, as he held her firmly pinioned beneath his
rippling young nakedness.
     The voluptuous brunette soon forgot about the fact that Jason
would be missed from his hike, she forgot about her decision to
call Mark over the camp intercom system --- she forgot everything
except the delicious shafts of pleasure piercing through her flesh
like tiny pricking needles of fire.  All that mattered was the
unbelievable joy of having this glorious young boy's lusty body
against her own tingling flesh.  His hands slipped down from her
solid bulging breasts to fondle her hips and trace the lovely
outlines of her full-rounded buttocks under her shorts.
     "God, you're gorgeous!  Fuckin' A ... my balls are gonna pop
off if I don't get to fuck you pretty quick!"
     His hoarse panting voice and impossibly obscene language had
the effect of exciting the young teacher into submission.  She
threw her arms up greedily and wound them around his neck, pulling
his muscular torso deeper into the soft white mounds of her
breasts.  She was a slave to the surges of hot longing that made
her ache to have him inside her and there was no thought in her
mind but anticipation for the moment he would thrust his long,
hard shaft deep into her needful vagina.  She knew she could not
bear to wait another instant and she reached down to unzip the
front placket of her camp shorts.
     Moments later, she kicked free of the garment, baring the
lower half of her erotically exciting body, and Jason pulled her
tightly up against him.  Natalie's body was lost in the fire of
the moment and every muscle was tensed as she strained her loins
upward in an effort to capture the huge rod of flesh that pressed
tightly against the soft flesh of her thighs.  The blond-haired
youth levered her legs back onto the cushion, then pried her
thighs apart and settled between them, positioning his body in a
push-up position over her prostrate form.
     Natalie could see the boy hovering over her through her lust-
glazed eyes, and she felt the hugeness of his hot fleshy hardness
lying against the full length of her trembling vaginal slit.  The
lurching head of his stone-hard cock rested throbbingly between
her widespread buttocks, insinuating itself up and down the sweat-
moistened crevice in a teasing motion that sent her hips twisting
upwards in a desperate attempt to capture the hard, lust-engorged
tip that would fill her aching need.  Her belly was screaming out
to be filled --- she had to have it in her!
     At last, in a panic of frustration, she reached her hands
down between their bodies and grasped the full length of the boy's
rampant cock.  Her tightly-closed fist stroked up and down along
the thick hard shaft for a moment, feeling its heaving pulse
against her soft palms and the warm sticky fluids that oozed in
driblets from the blood-inflated head.  She carefully guided it
into the valley of her buttocks, positioning it between the
mucous-covered flanges of her coralline vagina.  She steadied it
there with one hand and placed the other on the boy's buttocks,
drawing with all her strength to pull it into her and let it drown
the gnawing hot heat that burned out of control in her belly.  Her
eyes closed in ecstasy as she felt its first soft electrical
contact against the sensitive ragged edges of her moist pussy,
then she held her breath for what seemed like an eternity as she
lay in utter wantonness beneath the teenager, waiting for him to
impale her on the massive rod of his rigid penile flesh.
     "God ... ooohhhhh, God," she whispered, splaying her legs
wider to give the boy greater access to her loins.
     Above her, Jason's disbelieving delight gave way to a twisted
grimace of sheer animal lust as he heard her impassioned moan.  He
still couldn't believe that she actually wanted him to do it to
her, and he wondered if she would actually beg him to put his big
cock right inside her.  Eagerly, he flicked his hips forward to
tease her dampening cuntal lips even more, in the hopes that she
would ask for more.
     Natalie felt her softly curling pubic hairs and the outer
flanges of her throbbing vagina being spread open by the thick
blunt head and she moaned softly at the cruel pressure against the
tight elastic opening of her pussy.
     "It's okay ... oh, Jaaaason ... hurry!" she gasped as the
huge tip of the boy's adolescent penis slipped through the tight
vaginal ring, stretching the narrow vertical mouth until Natalie
could feel her thighs being forced apart by the relentless outward
pressure of the young boy's loins.
     "Yeeeessss ... yes, more!" the black-haired woman encouraged
him, feeling her cuntal walls flowering open to accept his
enthusiastic young entry.  "Oh, God, push it harder, Aaaaahhhh
..."  Her eyes jerked open in her unashamed lust, and she stared
unseeing into his desire-contorted features.  He was lost in the
rapture of her body, and he didn't realize what he was doing as he
ceaselessly pressed his virilely hardened young cock into the warm
softness of her unnaturally stretching vagina.
     His no-longer innocent face was twisted into an almost
sadistic leer as he looked down and saw the beautiful woman
helplessly spread-eagled beneath him with the head of his cock
disappearing into the soft curling hair of her pussy.  He fell
forward, his weight smashing down on her full ripened breasts.  He
rammed his hips forward at the same time with all the strength in
his athletic young thighs, and his long thick cock slid into her
cunt like a driving piston, pushing the soft moist flesh of her
vaginal walls in rippling miniature waves before it.  There was no
stopping it until with a loud slap his balls slammed heavily down
on the cheek of her tightly clenched ass.  Her legs jerked out
wide on either side of his young muscular body, splaying out over
the edges of the nearly flattened pillow on which they lay.  She
kicked futilely into the air as her ass seemed to screw itself up
into the sudden brutal impalement.
     "Aaaaaagh!" she panted in surprise, then, "Oh, yesssss, YES!"
She tossed her head from side to side so that her shining black
hair tossed around her lovely face like satanic flames of fire.
She had never felt so completely filled in her life, and his heavy
rock-hard cock felt as though it had actually stretched her vagina
beyond its natural limits, tearing the tender walls as he speared
into her narrow passage with thoughtless enthusiasm.  The fiery
rod of his plunging flesh felt as though it was going to come
bursting out her throat as the lustfully inflated, mushroom-shaped
head pressed hard against her sensitive cervix, the thick lengthy
shaft filling her belly to the bursting point.  There was not a
single tiny ridge of flesh on the rock-hard, heavily-veined cock
that she could not feel as the walls of her cringing cunt clasped
around the rod as tightly as a hot moist glove.  Afraid to move
for fear that he actually would tear her vaginal membranes,
Natalie lay quietly beneath him, trying to beat down the
erotically teasing shivers that were wracking her body even as she
tried to lie still.
     Clamping his wet lips tightly over the young woman's mouth,
Jason began a slow rocking motion between her trembling thighs.
As the raven-haired beauty groaned helplessly beneath him, the
adolescent could feel the narrow stretched channel widening
slightly with each short smooth stroke.  He looked down so he
could see his own tawny pubic hair tangling tightly with hers each
time the length of his thick fleshy male rod burrowed deep into
the pink throbbing furrow between her wide-splayed legs.  He could
see the tight lips of her pink swollen cunt stretched almost to
the bursting point, the rubbery outer rim clasping tightly around
his gleaming cockshaft as it slowly plunged in and out of her.
     Natalie twisted beneath him as her body slowly became
accustomed to the huge skewering penis and began to involuntarily
react to the boy's gentle fucking motions.  The very thought of
her total surrender to this handsome teenager sent a chill running
up her spine, as she felt the slow, hypnotic rhythm of Jason
Powell's cock pounding wetly into the sensitive throbbing opening
of her vagina.
     The boy felt her body begin to thrash beneath him and he
quickened his thrusts, grabbing her flailing legs behind the knees
and shoving them roughly back against her shoulders until her
ankles locked tightly behind his neck.  Her tortured body was bent
back almost double and the glistening wet, flattened plane of her
crotch was presented up to his driving lunges, hot and pulsating
and deep.  Staring down between their bodies, the youth slowly
withdrew his deeply imbedded instrument until just the tip of its
head rested within the swollen wet lips of her pussy.  He
hesitated, then rammed forward with all his youthful energy,
driving the full throbbing length of his lust-incited member deep
into her helplessly exposed vagina.  The wet flat smack of his
hips thudding against her pelvis resounded off the pine walls of
the little room as he thrust his dripping tongue deep in her
throat, stifling the low, animal groans that were forming there.
His hands insinuated themselves between the bean bag cushion and
the full white cheeks of her ass as he cupped them in his spread
fingers and palms so he could knead the warm, satiny flesh,
pulling the rounded firm globes apart.  His muscular shoulders
pushing against the backs of her shapely calves kept her locked in
that helpless position while he rammed his fiery rod into her
steaming dilated pussy, sweeping her buttocks wider and wider
apart with each powerful forward lunge of his young straining
loins.
     Natalie groaned defenselessly beneath him, her flushed face
showing a mixture of feelings pain and humiliation and exquisite
pleasure.  She was powerless to move as he buffeted her helpless
body along the squashed-out cushions, driving gradually toward the
wall with every pounding lunge.  Even her arms were pinned down at
her sides by her own up-drawn legs, and she could feel the giant
blood-filled head of Jason's cock sliding up and down inside her
warm viscous passage like a well-oiled piston.  His bloated balls
slapped loudly against her anus each time he crushed his loins
into the valley between her buttocks and wafts of cool air rushed
maddeningly between her widespread thighs every time he withdrew.
His hands cupped her full heaving breasts, twisting and squeezing
them with a savage brutality born of youthfully exuberant lust,
and he pinched and tugged at the hard pinkish-brown nipples until
Natalie thought that they would surely burst from his wild
manipulations.
     All hesitation and discomfort were gone now from the young
teacher's mind, and her face contorted into an unrecognizable mask
of wild abandoned passion.  Her womb flared and the tight
resisting lips of her hair-lined vaginal furrow drew back to
receive the delicious ravishment of her secret genitals.  She
desperately forced her hands out from under her pinioned legs and
wrapped them around the teenager's flexing buttocks as her

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Subject: HusbHoby 2/8  "A Husband's Hobby"
From: grobert@soho.ios.com (TheEditor)
Date: Wed, 04 Sep 1996 07:05:20 -0800

rotating hips slithered wetly upward to devour his young, lust-
hardened rod.  His big balls smacked into the passion-drenched
crevice of her ass, making the whole sensitive area tingle and
contract in response to the strangely delightful sensation.  Her
nails clawed a red streaked path along his back as she pulled him
deep and thrust her belly up harder to skewer herself completely
on the driving hot flesh of his pumping shaft.  Her body began to
match his driving thrusts with her own rhythmic thrashings and the
straining pillow seemed to flatten out even more under their
wildly struggling pressure.  The guttural sounds of deep panting
grunts and groans filled the fresh woodsy air of the cabin,
mingling with the wet noises of sweat-soaked flesh smacking
sharply against sweat-soaked flesh.  The moist viscous slurp of
the boy's pile-driving cock slamming madly in and out of her wetly
sucking cunt only served to heighten Natalie's uncontrolled
arousal.
     "Aaaaahhh, fuck, fuck, fuck," she chanted ecstatically over
and over as Jason fucked his throbbing young hardness ceaselessly
into her white rounded belly with long, hard lunges.  The youth
could feel his hot white cum boiling inside his hard heated balls
as they beat wildly against her upturned ass.  He grunted savagely
and quickened his stroke, grinding hard and deep until his cock
bored far up into the untouched hidden recesses of her womb.  Her
breasts heaved and quivered up against the pressure of his chest,
their tiny hardened nipples digging into his skin like buttons on
a coat.
     The black-haired teacher was no longer ashamed that this
magnificent boy wanted only her body --- even though it was the
first time in her year-long marriage to Mark that she had been
unfaithful.  She wasn't ashamed because she was enjoying it so
much that her lust-dazed mind could no longer remember who or
where she was.  All she knew was the delicious wave of stormy
sensation in her cunt as the boy's thick cock drove in and out of
her clutching vagina, with increasing ferocity and urgency.
     Jason's pile-driving cockhead was colliding with her cervix
on every powerful stroke, and she could feel distinctly the sudden
lengthening and thickening of his already massively enlarged
organ.
     He shoved his tongue wildly down her throat as his harshly
kneading hands pulled the widespread cheeks of her buttocks hard
up against his grinding pelvis, and Natalie could feel the thick
white liquid explosion of his teenage sperm rocketing from the
flaring head of his penis to splatter into the depths of her cunt.
The woman strained upward off the pillow in a frantic effort to
achieve her own orgasm, and she could feel her hotly clasping
vaginal walls preparing to explode.
     "Aaaaahhhh!  Unh ... God, I'm almost ... there ... ugh ..."
she grunted through ecstasy-bared teeth.  "Unh ... unh!"  Jason
hardly heard her desperate moans through the blood-roaring surges
of his own youthful climax, as he battered his exploding cock in
and out of her tensely clutching pussy in his hot, sticky cum
streamed ceaselessly into her frustrated vaginal passage.
     "Zzzzzzt!  Ccccckkk ... Natalie click ... Natalie, are you
there?"  The fuzzy voice sounded eerily from the wall, and at
first the black-haired teacher froze stiffly with fright.  Then,
her erotically aroused face took on a deep-blushing expression of
horror, as she recognized her husband's voice crackling over the
intercom.
     "Natalie! ... zzzzttt ... It's Mark ..."
     In their frenzied lust, Jason and Natalie had scooted along
the floor all the way to the wall, and now their heads were almost
directly under the intercom switchboard.  Tears of fright, shame,
and humiliation sprang to the young teacher's eyes, as she quickly
realized that not only was she about to be discovered by her
loving husband, but also she was going to be prevented from
achieving the climax she needed so badly.
     The youth still panting above her suddenly became frightened
too, thinking that his uncontrollable lust might get him sent home
from camp and into trouble with his parents.  Sheepishly, he
rolled off the teacher's sweat-soaked body, sliding his deflating
penis from her trembling cunt with an embarrassed hiss.  He didn't
need to be told to keep quiet, but his blue eyes were filled with
fear as he hurriedly began to dress himself while the nature
guide's wife reluctantly forced herself to get up off the lust-
soaked cushion.
     "Cccrrkkk ... Natalie, where are you?!  Jason Powell is ...
ccchhhttt ... ing ...  Come in, Natalie!"
     The brunette tried to ease her panting breaths as she flipped
the switch from "receive" to "transmit".
     "Yes, Mark," she gasped into the microphone, "this is Natalie
..."
     "Zzzzzccckkk ... oh, good ... I seem to have lost a boy ...
the one ... zzzzccckk ... to get the book ..."
     Natalie looked disgustedly at the ancient communications
equipment.  It was practically useless to try to get anything
straightened out over the unreliable transmitter, but she inhaled
wearily to try to respond normally.  "Jason Powell is here ..."
     "What?  Where?"
     "Jason Powell is here ...  What book did you want him to
bring?"
     The distressed teacher was suddenly aware of her blatant
nakedness, as Jason cowered in the corner with his camp uniform
on.  He didn't know whether he should run away or stay, but he
tried not to make any noise that his camp counselor might hear
over the intercom.
     "Ccchhhkkkk ... edible plants, with the pictures of ... click
... on the dresser ..."  The garbled message was unclear at best,
but the sexually frustrated brunette was anxious to put an end to
the licentiously humiliating situation.
     "Yes, darling, I know the one," she replied into the
transmitter, and then she switched the whole apparatus off, which
was against camp regulations, but which she had to do to avoid
further contact with her husband.  She avoided Jason's puzzled
gaze as she almost frantically pulled on her discarded clothing,
but she told him to wait as she hurried down the hall to the
bedroom that she and her husband were sharing for the duration of
the six-week summer camp session.  She darted her eyes about the
room quizzically, remembering that all she had heard was "on the
dresser".  Since the dresser was the only piece of furniture in
the room besides the wood-frame bed, all of her husband's books
were piled there.  Natalie flipped through the stack of nature
books until she found one with the words "edible plants" in the
title, and she sighed as she carried it out to Jason.
     She found herself averting her eyes as she presented the book
to the young messenger, saying, "I think this is what Mr. Jenkins
wanted ...  You'd better hurry with it ..."
     The big blond boy was noticeably let-down by the older
woman's curt tone of voice.  He was vaguely aware that she hadn't
been able to cum to orgasm, but as far as he was concerned, he was
willing to undress and finish her off right now.  But her blunt
dismissal of him with the admonition to hurry made his young mind
whirl with confusion, and he almost felt as if he was going to
cry.
     Taking the book reluctantly, Jason hesitated as he tried to
look into her big, sad brown eyes for some clue of her feelings.
He leaned forward slightly, intending to put a comforting hand on
her shoulder, but he lurched back like a branded calf when she
wrenched his wrist away.
     No!" she spat out.  "Just go on, now, Jason," she added a
little more kindly, but it wasn't kind enough to dispel the
fourteen year old's dismay.  He trudged out disconsolately, an
inexplicable anger brewing in his mind, an anger whose direction
he did not know.
     Natalie wiped the back of her hand across her forehead in a
gesture of helpless exhaustion.  The tiny living room of the staff
quarters was in total disarray, the big comfortable bean-bag
cushions pushed this way and that out of the cozy circle they had
originally been arranged in.  The switchboard table was shoved at
an odd angle to the wall, and the black-haired camp teacher was
afraid she might have pulled some wires.  She flicked the old
machine on to see if it still had the characteristic buzz that
meant it was still functioning, and fortunately it sputtered into
action.  Well, she thought, at least I haven't done any obvious
damage ...
     Wearily, she tried to pull the pillows back into their exact
positions around the fireplace, patting and punching them back
into shape.  She discovered one sandal under a cushion and
hurriedly searched for the other, as her legs seemed to twitch
spasmodically.  Down between her trembling thighs she could feel
the intense hollowness in her unsatisfied loins as her needful
vaginal flesh undulated slowly as if in an attempt to create a
hard male penis there.
     God!  It felt sooooo gooood to have his cock up my cunt, she
said obscenely to herself.  It had been two full weeks since she
had felt the delicious, erotic pressure of a man's lust thickened
cock-flesh in her pussy, and even then, it had been Mark's
cautiously nursed erection that had spurred her to her mild
orgasm.
     Why did it have to happen?  Why does it have to be this way?
the lovely brunette teacher moaned inwardly.  It just isn't fair.
     It had been going on for some three months now, since Easter
vacation.  Natalie and her husband Mark were both teachers in one
of the high schools in the city.  Natalie taught mathematics and
Mark taught science.  They'd been married for just under nine
months at Easter when they had the week off together, and they had
splurged and taken what they had planned to be a second honeymoon.
Although neither of them had said it outright, the underlying
reason for the frivolous vacation was to see if Natalie could
become pregnant.
     They were in Honolulu when they first noticed the problem.
Everything had gone perfectly that day, and considering the time
change that they encountered during their eight hour flight, both
the young teachers were in high spirits.  They managed to take in
both a luscious dinner and a stage show that first night, and then
they went to bed to try for their first child.
     Their love-making had been normal in every respect, too,
except they were strangely unable to reach orgasm.  Laughing it
off that first time, the married couple attempted to ignore it,
but when their Hawaiian vacation was over, both young teachers
knew there was something wrong.
     Then had followed the series of embarrassing tests and
marriage counseling, during which it was determined that they
might not be doing enough to satisfy each other's needs.  Both
healthy young adults ridiculed this conclusion, saying that
psychiatrists and marriage counselors didn't know what it was like
to be in love, so how could they know what truly exhilarating sex
was?
     But as the weeks wore on, the conclusions of the counselors
seemed to bear themselves out.  Mark and Natalie reluctantly
admitted that the professionals might have a point and they
returned for another therapy session.  The kindly European
counselor suggested that they tell each other their sexual
fantasies, and then try to help each other act them out, thereby
alleviating some of the inner frustration that they were both
beginning to feel.
     For a while, that seemed to be the solution, but Natalie was
unable to completely comply with the marriage counselor's
suggestion.  Well how could I, really? she asked herself
logically.  Surely the doctor didn't expect me to go out and get
laid by some high school student.  Fantasies are fantasies up to a
point, and then acting them out could become dangerous to a
marriage.
     Oh, God, why? the pretty, full-bodied twenty-five year old
woman asked herself again.  It had been happening for three years,
ever since she had first begun teaching.  When she was single, it
hadn't been so bad.  She would come home from school and finger-
fuck herself to orgasm while she imagined the firm, naked bodies
of her young male students.  Once, she had even taken a yearbook
off the shelf and turned to the pages where the swim team was
pictured in their brief, revealing nylon trunks, outlining the
bulges of their young virile cocks with obscene clarity.  That
page was still sticky with her dried female cum, where she had
held the page open with her dripping fingers.
     Last June, when she had joyfully agreed to marry Mark
Jenkins, Natalie sincerely hoped that her preoccupation with young
men would fade into the background, and indeed, for the first
eight or nine months of their marriage it had.  Sex with Mark was
so much more filling and complete than her previous finger-fucking
had been that the voluptuous math teacher logically assumed that
her fantasies were dead.  Then this awful counseling had come
along to remind her of her imaginary perversion, and the poor
woman was beside herself.
     To be fair, Mark was taking the whole embarrassing episode in
his stride.  He was loving and understanding when his young wife
failed to reach her climax, and he would often strain his already
cum drained penis in and out just to make her cum.  But at the
same time, he seemed to be becoming less and less interested in
their sexual relations, a fact which the counselor had attributed
to their underlying fantasies.
     Mark had been open and willing with Natalie, telling how he
dreamed of fucking upside down, with the woman on the top, and how
he had often wanted to fuck his long hard cock up between her huge
ripe tits and cum all over her neck and chin.  Natalie tried to
explain her own visions, too, but she could say only so much.  How
could she tell her own husband that she lusted after her tenth and
eleventh grade math students?
     When the counseling seemed to fail them, Mark had hit on the
idea of spending the summer in the country, away from the hassles
of the big city.  A guy he'd gone to college with was running a
summer camp for boys near Lake Devonshire, and Mark decided to see
if he and Natalie could be hired as counselors or teachers.
     Stuart Brooks had been all too happy to accommodate the young
couple.  Normally, he tried to avoid hiring women in the basically
all-male camp, but the cook was a woman, and Lucille Wells was
there because her husband was.  And Natalie Jenkins had the
additional qualifications to teach math and English, both of which
were included in the program to help prepare the young eighth
grade graduates for their high school education.
     So far, Natalie found the camp refreshing and exciting, but
their two nights here had been uneventful.  The lovely teacher
slumped into the cushion which had so recently been the site of
her almost-orgasm and buried her head in her hands.  No, no she
moaned inwardly.
     Don't make this go on.



                            Chapter 2

     Natalie rose from the cushions almost as suddenly as she had
sat down.  The demanding tingle up between her legs refused to be
quieted, tormenting her with its fiery, unfulfilled insistence.
Oh, Lord, dear God, she groaned silently.  I'll never be able to
stand this ...  She paced the living room of the staff cabin
nervously, glancing every so often at the intercom switchboard
that had so rudely interrupted her quest for orgasmic release.
Her inner thighs seemed to be burning as she rubbed them nakedly
together when she walked.  She could feel the crotch-band of her
panties soaking warmly with her still-oozing lubricating fluids as
her whole belly ached with need.
     Finally, in desperation the beautiful young brunette headed
urgently toward her bedroom, plopping herself down across the
double bed that she and her husband shared at Weatherly-Brooks
Camp.  Her hands flew up to the tips of her thrusting breasts,
tweaking them gently through the stiff material of her camp
blouse.  She began to unbutton the uniform with one hand while the
other crept down to the crotch of the short-shorts, rubbing
sensuously over the rise of her pubic mound.  It was something she
had been trying to avoid during the whole three months of Mark's
and her problem, but it was something she could no longer prevent.
She had to have satisfaction.
     Loosening the blouse, Natalie slipped her fingers under the
sheer fabric of her bra to knead the soft, warm flesh of her
breasts, pinching the pliant nipples to rubbery tightness.  Her
mind spun over the numerous young male bodies she could remember
from her three years of teaching at the urban high school, and she
picked several out for their fantastic, healthy looking magnetism.
The black-haired teacher couldn't help but think of their bodies
now, their firm-muscled chest and long, sinewy thighs, their
tightly flexed young buttocks and ... and Oh, God! their delicious
long hard cocks!
     Although the young woman had never actually succumbed to the
temptation of her unwitting young pupils, Natalie had dreamed and
fantasized about them so often that she felt as if she had
actually known them, in all their youthful naked splendor.  And
her mind-visions were made all the more tangible now by the
recent, so near and yet so far stimulation of a real flesh-and-
blood youth, the fourteen year old boy whom her husband had sent
to pick up a book.
     Dear God! the lust-crazed woman repeated to herself as she
squirmed into the mattress with her hips.  I was so close!  And
Jason Powell was really here, right here between my legs, and his
lovely thick cock was right up in my pussy, god!  Right up there
in my belly!
     Her long shapely legs began to scissor open and shut in
remembered lust as she hurriedly unzipped her shorts and slid them
down over her hips to land beside the bed on the floor.  Her thin
nylon panties were stuck drenched into the crevice between her
firmly molded ass-cheeks, and she had to arch up off the bed to
remove them.  Reaching down the full length of her reclining body,
she teased herself with a rhythmic pinching of her clitoris,
fanning the burning passion that still remained from Jason's
untimely departure.  Her smooth rounded buttocks quivered tensely
into the quilt-covered bed until she could feel the raised seams
of the patchwork rubbing against the tender swelling vaginal lips.
At the almost electrical contact, her breath quickened into a soft
panting, and the fiery passionate yearning blossomed ever more
insistently in her loins.
     She tried to imagine the first nine months of her marriage,
when Mark's heated touch would send her reeling into unknown
heights of erotic excitement, and when her prurient interest in
youthful males was at its all-time low.  Back then, Natalie had
really thought she had overcome her problem ...  She had been
convinced that marriage to athletic, energetic Mark Jenkins was
the cure for her forbidden fantasies.
     But now as she writhed on the bed under her own salacious
ministrations, Natalie moaned out her realization that she had
been wrong.  Perhaps it would have happened even without the
unfortunate problem she and Mark had been having lately ...  Or
worse, perhaps Natalie's very fantasies were somehow the cause of
her failure to achieve satisfaction in her marriage bed.  But
whatever the explanation, the gorgeous teacher couldn't deny the
demanding hollowness of her loins ...  She had to fill her need,
no matter how illicit her methods.
     Her soft, ruby-lipped mouth opened in sensual rapture as both
her hands scurried madly over her body as though they were no
longer controlled by her brain.  Her long fingers floated down
over the creamy flesh of her belly, coming to rest on the dark,
still-matted curls of her pubic vee, at the entranceway to her
burning genitals.  She groaned at the sudden contact with her
hard, sensitively aroused clitoris, and she moved her legs far
apart on the bed to reveal the glistening little pussy between her
thighs.  Her trembling fingers slipped downward to the swollen
tingling lips of her vagina, pulling them outward with a slow,
torturing movement until the deep pink slit was completely exposed
to the warm sunlit air and the tiny throbbing opening between them
pulsated open and closed like the upturned mouth of a hungry baby
bird.
     Slowly and gently, she began to insinuate her long, slender
middle finger into the warm depths of her wetly-throbbing cunt-
hole, forcing it downward until it lay completely buried in her
greedily clenching channel.  She teased at the erected bud of her
clitoris with her thumb, as she closed her dark, moist eyes and
imagined how young Jason Powell's cock had felt only a few minutes
ago.
     Her breathing slowed as she felt a wave of intense heat pass
up through her body.  She opened her legs wider as she probed her
long middle finger up inside her heated cuntal flesh, trying to
quench the tiny teasing flames licking down between her legs.
     Abruptly she brought her licentious probes to a halt.
Natalie, what are you doing?! she demanded mentally.  Isn't it
enough that you let that young teenage boy fuck his cock into you,
and cum?  Do you have to completely give in to your wicked carnal
desires?  Her conscience scolded the beautiful naked brunette as
she lay sprawled on the bed, engaged in the lewd forbidden
activity she had willingly given up on the day of her marriage to
Mark.  Now, only a year later, it seemed as if she was flaunting
those marriage vows in as many ways as she could, first by her
adulterous association with the young camper, and now by her own
uncontrollable urges to finger fuck herself.
     That's what it is! her brain taunted, finger fucking.  She
tried to order her arms to pull away from her hotly seething
little cunt-hole, but it did no good.  Instead, her body seemed to
defy her brain's orders by hungrily thrusting another finger past
the wetly quivering lips of her vaginal opening, slowly parting
her pussy-hairs and widening the narrow slit as she carefully
rotated the inserted fingers with calculated precision.  Before
her marriage, she had learned how to quickly bring her body to the
necessary peak of excitement, and now in her frustrated frenzy of
mounting erotic lust, she jerked her legs all the way back against
her heavily heaving tits and ground her naked hips upward to meet
each plunging fuck of her fingers.
     The smooth interior walls of her cunt closed around her
probing fingers like a second skin, bringing promise of relief.
She rotated her hand from the wrist, trying to imagine that her
fingers were a male penis, engorged and throbbingly alive, sinking
deeper and deeper inside her.  Her hips churned slowly into the
bed in response to the rhythmic thrusting of the delicious
imaginary cock embedded deep up inside.
     Natalie's lovely face contorted with the effort of her own
frantic manipulations as she strove desperately to reach the
pinnacle of her lust.  She could hardly control the convulsive
spasms of her desire-wracked body as she reacted involuntarily to
the uncontrollable need which had been aroused by the beautiful
blond boy who had been sent to do an errand for her husband.  God!
If only she could have held his energetically virile cock inside
her a few moments longer ... if only there was another youth with
another youthful penis, fully erected and pounding with desire.
Her two slim fingers were barely enough to satisfy her raging
desire, and with a throaty, animal-like groan, she thrust another
finger into the depths of her ravenously hungry pussy, wantonly
heaving beneath her slamming hand in a near-agony of lust as her
unthinking passion built to almost unbearable heights.
     "Ooooohhhh ..." she moaned, her head flailing from side to
side on the patchwork bedspread.  In her imagination she tried to
convince herself that the penis inside her was expanding, as her
third finger stretched her vaginal walls like a cock getting ready
to explode.  Her thumb played over her eager clitoris, stroking it
frantically as she pounded her fingers in a frenzied rhythm.
     Her naked breasts heaved and fell in deep violent waves.  Her
hands almost clawed at her grasping cunt in her feeble simulation
of fucking.  Whimpering moans of pleasure wafted up into the
bedroom as she drove faster and faster into her hungrily working
pussy walls, fucking her fingers savagely up inside as she
strained wildly to cum.  Her long dark hair whipped around her
face and she gasped out her frustration as she strained and
struggled for release.
     Surge after expectant surge of power swept through her veins
as she came closer and closer to her climactic orgasm.  Suddenly,
a series of spasms of uncontrollable pleasure shuddered through
her sweat-glistening body that shook her from head to toe.  She
could feel the automatic contractions of her cuntal walls around
her thrusting fingers, as her female cum began to gush freely out
from between her clenching vaginal lips and around her plundering
fingers.  She imagined that she was being filled with wave after
wave of delicious adolescent sperm as her own orgasmic juices
flowed endlessly.  Her hands clenched tightly at her undulating
pussy and her legs drew in tightly together as she wailed out her
relief.
     "Oooooaaaaahh, God!  God, God, ggggooooddddd!! Aaaahhhmmm."
     Gradually, her muscles began to relax, and her legs fell
slowly into a lewd, outspread position as the tides of her orgasm
receded, and the imaginary penis slipped from her finally
gratified cunt.  She pulled out her lubricant soaked fingers as
she whimpered softly to herself.  "Mmmmmnnnn hhmmmm ..."
     She felt herself drifting off into a calm, peaceful sleep,
and it took a conscious effort to arouse herself.  Oh, Lord, she
thought guiltily.  I couldn't fall asleep and let Mark see me like
this!  She raised her hands from her still hotly twitching pussy
mound and looked at the slippery, wet droplets of cum on her long,
slender fingers.  Her huge, perspiration shiny breasts were
heaving voluptuously as she looked down the curvaceous naked
length of her own traitorous body, and Natalie was suddenly
overcome with shame.
     She thought of young Jason Powell, with his long thickened
penis cumming like a fire-hose up inside her ravaged pussy only an
hour ago.  The gorgeous little fourteen year old had had no idea
of the import of what he had been doing.  He had been responding
to his adolescent needs, without realizing the implications.  It
was she, Natalie Jenkins, who had really been responsible.  And it
was she alone who would have to take the blame, if anyone should
ever find out about her helpless inability to control her desires.
     The pretty black-haired woman dressed herself quietly,
keeping her ears alerted for any sound in the adult staff cabin.
If anyone was in now, he might have heard her abandoned cries of a
few minutes ago, and he might become suspicious.  Normally, she
knew, all the adult camp staffers should be occupied with their
afternoon duties; it was only four, and everyone but Natalie and
Lucille Wells was assigned to some afternoon activity or another.
And the wife of the marine biology expert stayed in the trailer
that she and her husband shared at the edge of the camp grounds.
     Natalie sighed in relief as she stepped out of her room and
went down the hall to the living room.  She had some planning to
do for her 3 R's classes tomorrow, and she had some ideas that she
wanted to have approved by Stuart Brooks, the Camp Director and a
friend of her husband's.  She knew that Mr. Brooks should be down
in his Director's office until five, and she had planned to speak
to him this afternoon.
     As she gathered her lesson plans from one of the bookshelves
in the living room, Natalie wondered ashamedly whether her face or
her appearance would in any way give a clue as to her salacious
activities this afternoon.  It was important not only to her, but
to her husband Mark as well, that the Camp Director be completely
satisfied with their work here.  He had been reluctant to hire
Natalie in the first place, because he had wanted to preserve the
all-male feeling of the boys' camp.  In fact, it had been almost a
favor to Mark that he had accepted their applications, and the
beautiful young teacher was afraid that she now understood the
true reason behind Stuart Brooks' reluctance.
     Well, she thought resolutely, the only thing I can do is hope
no one finds out ... I've got to at least act responsible or
someone will get suspicious.
     Taking her lesson plans and her classroom proposals, the
curvaceous camp teacher stepped out of the cabin into the bright
sunlight.  She squinted her big brown eyes against the brightness,
so she couldn't see the boys whose voices she heard distinctly.
     "Honest to God?" one said.
     "You're shittin' me! ...  Aren't you?" asked another
incredulously.
     "Fuck no!  I swear to God, he was fuckin' it to her like some
kind of super-stud!"
     Natalie started.  It was unlikely that the teenagers were
referring to Jason and herself, she knew ...  But why hadn't she
thought of this before?  What was to prevent young Powell telling
his friends what he'd done to Mark Jenkins' wife when he'd been
sent to get the book?  Oh, God, please! the woman begged silently.
Please don't let Jason be indiscreet ... please don't let him say
anything ...



                            Chapter 3

     Stuart Brooks was a handsome bachelor of thirty-two.  He was
two years older than Natalie's husband Mark, but he had known the
younger man briefly in college.  They had been bunkmates on a
month long archaeological dig in Arizona.  The camp Director
remembered Jenkins as a rather serious university sophomore who
had taken the trouble to transplant nearly forty ocotillo shrubs
that the students and their professors had dug up during the
expedition.
     Brooks himself had received his degree that same year, and
after that, he had had little contact with his former classmate.
He had almost immediately begun working on the project of helping
urban adolescents, although he had little money of his own with
which to finance any of his projects.
     An enterprising, charming young man, Stuart Brooks had
managed to woo the widow of a wealthy financier, Sybil Weatherly,
into practically giving him the money for the camp project he
wanted to start up by Lake Devonshire.  She agreed to finance the
land purchase and the construction program with only a negligible
interest charge to Stuart, a charge which her accountant and
lawyers had insisted upon.  In appreciation, Stuart had named the
camp after her, adding his own name with a hyphen to symbolize his
undying indebtedness to her.
     The fifty-ish widow was, in her words, "Pleased as punch"
with the arrangements her young partner made for the camp.  She
had demanded to be driven up there when the first session opened
ten years ago, serving twenty five underprivileged boys from the
city almost entirely at her expense.  The six week program was
highly successful, and the following year, Stuart had been able to
negotiate government grants to expand the camp's operations.
     Mrs. Weatherly's health had declined steadily over the next
eight years, but the energetic Camp Director kept up his frequent
visits to her and brought her numerous gifts of candy or flowers.
He became such a well known figure in Mrs. Weatherly's upper class
neighborhood that the rumor spread that young Brooks was the
widow's private gigolo.  When her son heard about her apparent
indiscretions, he completely renounced his relationship with her,
declaring that no mother of his would cavort around with some
young social climber.
     Sybil didn't even bother to explain to her son that Stuart
Brooks was no social climber, but she quietly disowned him and
replaced him in her will.  When the wealthy widow died two years
ago, Stuart could hardly believe the extent of his good fortune.
Not only had she left him enough stocks and property to be
independent for life, but she had also deeded the Lake Devonshire
property to the county with the stipulation that the Summer Camp

From grobert@soho.ios.com Wed Sep 04 17:05:37 1996
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: HusbHoby 3/8  "A Husband's Hobby"
From: grobert@soho.ios.com (TheEditor)
Date: Wed, 04 Sep 1996 07:05:37 -0800

for Boys was solely at the disposal of Stuart Brooks.
     Since then, the camp's operations had expanded tenfold.
Instead of twenty-five boys for six weeks, they were now able to
handle a hundred boys for three different sessions throughout the
summer, a total of three hundred boys.  More cabins and recreation
facilities were being built all the time, and Brooks envisioned
that in three years, Weatherly-Brooks Summer Camp for Boys would
be able to accept five hundred boys for each six week camping
session.
     Already the camp was providing academic instruction as well
as the traditional outdoor activities that most summer camps had.
There were counseling and social programs as well, to give
specific help to the often immature or insecure young boys who
would be entering high school in the fall.  Boys who had been
through Stuart Brook's camp showed a remarkable improvement in
maturity and confidence as a result of their camp experiences, and
the Camp Director was anxious to see that trend continue.
     That was why he had decided, after Mrs. Weatherly's death, to
hire women as camp staff members.  When the old widow had been
alive, Stuart had thought it prudent to limit his teachers and
counselors to men, to insure that his benefactor wouldn't be
offended or even possibly envious.  But two years ago, he had
hired Arlene Thatcher as a cook, feeling that the large, buxom
nutritional expert couldn't possibly be seen as a threat to Sybil
Weatherly's memory.
     Last year, a marine biology expert had joined the staff on
the condition that he be allowed to bring his wife with him.  That
was Lucille Wells, and she stayed out of sight so much that she
might as well have lived elsewhere.  The only time she came out of
her trailer was to teach a leather-working class, and she only did
it to keep from being bored.
     It was a bit of a shame, too, Brooks reflected.  Her husband
was busy throughout the day with his counseling and guidance
duties.  Lucille was petite, blonde, and voluptuously proportioned
--- she definitely had the kind of possibility that Arlene
Thatcher lacked.
     But this summer Stuart had Natalie Jenkins to think about.
He remembered when his old classmate Mark had contacted him in
town a couple weeks after Easter.  He'd always thought Mark was
the kind of guy to plug his way through school, at a slow,
thorough pace, emerging with a post-graduate degree of some kind.
Then he'd end up in some kind of laboratory experimenting with
some kind of plasmic substances while he lived in a darkened
basement below the lab.
     On the phone, however, Mark had said that he was a high
school teacher and that he was married!  Shit! Stuart had
reflected.  Old Jenkins the bookworm got married and I'm still a
bachelor ... Christ!  But of course Mark Jenkins wouldn't have
married the kind of woman Stuart appreciated anyway.  Jenkins was
the type to pick out some mousy librarian whose idea of a risque
subject was the sex life of an amoeba.
     That was why Stuart had been slightly taken aback when he had
actually met his old college buddy's wife.  Jesus Fucking Christ!
he'd remarked mentally.  Old Jenkins really got himself a fox!
Natalie was as voluptuous as any centerfold model Stuart had ever
seen, and she seemed to be successful in her teaching, too.  Her
shoulder length black hair framed her face in a mass of big,
billowing curls, accenting the almost blue shine that reflected
off it.  Her eyes were absolutely gigantic, shadowed by her long
black lashes, and her lovely ivory skin was flawless.  She didn't
look a day over eighteen, the way her proud tits jutted forward
like a couple of firm melons, ripe and ready for some hungry man
to taste.  She was tall and slender, her perfect proportions
overshadowed only by the incredible firm length of her legs, and
Stuart had wondered why she became a teacher instead of a dancer.
     Natalie uncomfortably skirted the Camp Director's leading
question at the time, stammering a weak reply to the effect that
if she'd become a dancer she'd have never met her husband.  To
herself she had admitted that at this point, it wouldn't have made
a whole lot of difference if she hadn't met Mark, but in her heart
she knew she loved him deeply and really wanted to make her
marriage to him work.
     Now, as she hurried across the clearing to the Camp Office,
Natalie thought about that first conversation she had had with her
husband's college friend.  She'd been aware, at the time, of the
older man's appraising stares, and she sensed immediately his
instinctive approval.  But this kind of male approval was
something the beautiful raven-haired teacher was used to by now,
and it worried her.  It was the same kind of frank admiration she
enjoyed in the eyes of her young male students, and it was the
kind of admiration that could lead to embarrassing problems.
     Oh, God! she groaned.  I've only been here two days, and it
already had happened!  I've already ruined Mark's and my chances
here!  If only she had heeded her conscience's warnings about
taking a job in an all-male summer camp --- especially one in
which nearly all the males were thirteen and fourteen year old
boys!  Dear God!  What can I ever do about it?
     She heard a flurry of youthful snickers and guffaws, seeming
to follow her across the clearing.  She felt like turning around
and heading back towards the staff cabin instead of talking to
Stuart Brooks, but she knew she couldn't look the young gigglers
in the face.  Logically she knew that they were responding to her
just the way every other healthy male youth responded to her, but
it didn't help ease the embarrassment.  All the beautiful young
teacher could do was walk fast, and hope that nothing happened as
she approached the Camp Office.
     The Camp Director looked out the open window in his office
just in time to see a flustered-looking Natalie Jenkins running
lightly toward his door.  Behind her, he saw the vague huddle of
young male forms and heard their barely suppressed laughter as
their eyes followed the black-haired beauty across the clearing.
Stuart couldn't avoid smiling himself as he remembered how he'd
have reacted to gorgeous Mrs. Jenkins' twitching ass when he was a
teenager.  And he grinned outright when he thought how he'd like
to respond now.
     "Come in, come in, Natalie," he said grandly as she stepped
into the tiny office.  Stuart Brook's desk nearly filled the
entire room it was so large, and the young teacher felt as if she
was wedged in between the edge of the desk top and the wall.  "Sit
down," the older man offered, indicating a folding chair behind
the door.
     Natalie twisted around to reach the chair, but when it was
folded out she found that she had to sit sideways or cross her
legs out the office door.  She smiled nervously, realizing that
the Camp Director was fully aware of her discomfort and even
possibly enjoying it.
     "I guess that's the penalty for having such nice long legs,"
he grinned, his gray eyes twinkling suggestively.
     Natalie blushed and tried to ignore his remark.  Was he
trying to hint at something?  Could he possibly know already about
what had happened with Jason Powell only a couple hours ago?  God,
it was too horrible to contemplate!  He could fire her right now,
if he wanted to ... and then what would happen to her marriage to
Mark?
     The pretty young woman was so confused by her own whirling
thoughts that she didn't even hear Stuart's question until he had
repeated it a second time.
     "What was it you wanted to see me about, Natalie?"
     "Oh! ...  Excuse me ... the ... uh ... I had some class plans
that I wanted to ask about ...  It's just a suggestion, but ...
well ..."  She opened up one of the file folders she had brought
with her from the staff cabin.  She took out a sheaf of writing
assignments that she had given to her students this morning and
held them out for him to look at.
     Stuart gave the papers a cursory glance and then looked back
at the gorgeous young wife of his old college buddy.  Holy shit
... to think Mark Jenkins could have married this fantastic chick!
     Natalie could tell that the older man's mind wasn't on her
assignments, but she couldn't allow herself to wonder what he was
actually thinking about.  She'd gotten herself into enough trouble
for one day, and she had a whole summer ahead of her.  She adopted
a business-like expression and pointed to one of the boys' papers.
     "Well Stuart," she began with a deep breath, "as you can see
the students are all on different levels.  I know they've been
grouped alphabetically, and I'm not trying to suggest that you
change the classes or anything, but I think it would be helpful if
we taught them on an individualized basis ..."  The teacher
paused, waiting for some kind of response from the older man.
     Stuart smiled with feigned attentiveness, but he let his eyes
rove down over the full heaving mounds of her breasts, protruding
lushly under the stiff camp blouse she wore.  Shit, he couldn't
remember the last time he'd seen a pair of jugs like Natalie
Jenkins'.  And to think they were being wasted on old Mark!  Too
late, the Camp Director replied, "Hmmmm, you mean work at their
own speed?"
     Natalie nodded confusedly.  She felt self-conscious, but she
didn't know if it was her own private guilt or something that
Stuart was deliberately doing to make her uncomfortable.
     "You see, Stuart, I feel it's the best way I can deal with
all the different levels in the class.  I only have each class for
a week, and it's really impossible to try to bring the slower boys
up to the same level as the smarter ones in that short a time ...
Honestly, if they each worked on separate progressive assignments
they'd all learn more ... and be better prepared for high school.
     The teacher's voice trailed off as she saw that Stuart was
indeed ignoring what she was saying.  His eyes were firmly fixed
on the front of her blouse now, where she could feel her nipples
stiffening inexplicably under her brassiere.  She wasn't getting
aroused, surely!  It was only her fearful nervousness that was
causing those sensitive little tips of her softly mounding breasts
to pressure against the confines of her bra.  For the second time,
the dark-haired teacher's ivory skin flushed pink as she turned
her face away in embarrassment.
     "Yes ... go on," Stuart prompted, not raising his eyes from
her voluptuous breasts.  "You want to try this experimental plan
... is that it?"
     "It's not exactly experimental ... it's been tried and proven
in the last ten years ...  Now you have been keeping up with
educational methods, haven't you?"  She looked him squarely in the
eyes, in an attempt to regain some of her composure.
     "Yeah ... sure," the older man replied vaguely.  "But I want
to give all the kids a fair chance ... and individual assignments
aren't fair to everybody ...  Some boys won't learn anything, and
some will do all the work ...  What have you got in mind anyway,
Natalie?"
     The young teacher was grateful to have the opportunity to
talk about something more concrete.  She took out the notepapers
in the other folder and offered them across the desk.  "It's just
a progressive series of assignments ...  Some boys might finish
this set in a day, and others might take a week, but at least
they'll all learn something ..."  She looked up expectantly, and
nearly sighed aloud when she now that Stuart's eyes were again
feasting on her insufficiently disguised curves.  "Mr. Brooks,"
she began formally, in near-exasperation, "am I doing something
wrong?"
     It was the Camp Director's turn to be startled, but his
initial surprise at Mark's wife's spirited question was quickly
replaced by a half-smile of amusement.  He liked a lady with guts,
and he suddenly had the urge to find out just how gutsy this
brunette chick was.  Hell, old Jenkins wouldn't mind ... weren't
they old college buddies?  A licentious gleam crept into the older
man's eyes as he almost imperceptibly shoved his chair back from
the over-sized desk.
     "No, Natalie," he said evenly, the salacious smile still
playing on his lips, "you're not doing anything wrong ... yet.
But I sure would like to do something wrong with you!"
     The intent of the handsome bachelor's remark was
unmistakable, and the young wife suddenly froze to her chair.  She
didn't move when Stuart slowly stepped around the desk and came
over to close the door to the office.  His hairy bare leg brushed
suggestively against her smooth, slender thigh as he secured the
lock and turned back to look down at the trembling young teacher.
     "Now, isn't it better to have that hot sun blocked out?  The
glare was so bright I couldn't even see these papers you brought
me."  But even though he was talking in a normal tone of voice
about a normal subject, the Camp Director didn't go back to his
seat.  His body was leaning uncomfortably over Natalie's seated
form, and she instinctively inclined away from his hovering body.
     "Yes, it ... it was rather ... warm ... Stuart ..." she
stammered.  "I think that I'll just ... go on back to the cabin
You can keep those folders and ... and see what you th-think of my
idea."  Her voice was quavering so badly at the end of her
statement that she was afraid she wouldn't be able to say anything
else, and she had to get out of that office quick!
     She tried to stand up from the folding chair, but her
shoulder collided squarely with the older man's chest, and she
felt his hand at her elbow.
     "Oh, not so fast, Natalie," he admonished, "I was enjoying
our little talk.  I'm sure you can understand ...  In my work
here, I rarely get the chance to talk at any length with women ---
especially as nice looking as you."
     "Thank you, Stuart," Natalie replied hurriedly as she tried
again to stand-up.  "But I have some papers to grade."
     "After only two days, Natalie?  I may not be a teacher, but I
know you don't get assignments to correct after only two days!"
The Camp Director leaned against the edge of the desk and
positioned his legs on either side of the young woman's demurely
crossed thighs.
     Oh, Lord this can't be happening, the curvaceous teacher said
to herself.  I'm only imagining that he's ... he-s m-making a pass
at me ... aren't I?  She looked up curiously into the light-brown-
haired man's still-smiling face.  His eyes were fixed firmly on
the barely-concealed vee up between her crossed legs, as though
his gaze was burning right into and through her thin nylon
panties.  God no! she protested inwardly.
     "Ah, yes ... this is much better," the Camp Director said
with smug satisfaction.  "You know, old Mark is quite a lucky guy
to be married to such a ... a liberal woman as you are."
     "Liberal?" Natalie repeated confusedly.  What did he mean by
that?
     "Certainly," Stuart confirmed.  "I mean, you go in for all
the new, liberal education ideas ... and you like to let everybody
do their own thing ..."  He glanced down at her and pressured
inward with his powerful legs so that his inner thighs squeezed
into her bare satiny skin.  "I suppose your --- uh --- personal
life is just as progressive as your teaching ..."
     This last observation sounded like a question, and Natalie
wasn't sure how to answer it.  The Camp Director was obviously
hinting broadly at her most private sexual habits, but she
couldn't believe her ears.  This man was supposed to be a friend
of her husband's!  How could be seriously considering ... God!
She couldn't even complete the thought.
     Desperately she glanced around the tiny little office,
groping for some clue as to what she should do.  But there was
nothing, no picture on which she could comment, not even a clock
so she could pretend to be late for something.  She wanted
sincerely to say something blunt and unmistakable, that would put
an end to the older man's salacious insinuations, but she knew she
couldn't jeopardize her job.  She had come here specifically to
see if the change of environment might do something to help her
and Mark's relationship, and already she had made one potentially
dangerous mistake.  She just couldn't compound her error.  All she
could do was just sit Stuart out, and hope that he didn't have the
audacity to do what he seemed to be hinting at.
     But Natalie Jenkins wasn't aware of the Camp Director's past,
and she didn't have any idea how he had managed to finance his
whole camp project.  Had she known, she would have realized that
anything Stuart Brooks wanted, Stuart Brooks got, by whatever
methods were required.  And right now, Stuart Brooks wanted to
know a lot more about his college friend's wife ... a lot more
than she imagined.
     The older man finally raised his eyes from the teacher's
trembling form and glanced toward the window with a faraway look.
"Yeah," he said almost absentmindedly, "I can tell you're one of
those hot and hearty types ...  You remind me of a woman I knew --
- I hope I'm not offending you --- who used to get off on two-
three guys at a time ..."
     Natalie gasped at the man's boldness, unable to say anything
to stop his suggestive comments.  She winced inwardly as he
continued, apparently unaware of her discomfort.
     "Yeah, that Lollie was quite some chick, Natalie ... and she
was a lot like you, married and all, but a real swinger.  Do you
and old Mark swing, Natalie?"
     Oh, God!  Oh God! the black-haired teacher groaned to
herself.  What on earth can I say?  I've go to get out of here!
Abruptly she rose from her chair, pushing Stuart's legs away from
her own as she shook free of his subtle grip on her thighs.  "No,
we don't swing," she lied hotly, embarrassed by the idea that just
this afternoon she had succumbed to what might be considered
swinging in the Camp Director's eyes.
     Undaunted by the woman's sudden movements, Stuart moved away
from her chair and reached into a small medicine cabinet on the
wall.  "Can I fix you a drink?" he asked smoothly, as if he didn't
know she was preparing to leave.  "I'd like you to stay awhile ...
at least until the dinner call ...  We can have a nice cocktail
together.  It's cocktail hour, now, isn't it?"
     He seemed amused by his own observation, and without waiting
for Natalie to reply, he poured her a vodka-seven using a mixer
from the ice chest behind his desk.  The voluptuous, scantily-clad
young teacher was caught off balance by the Camp Director's
incongruous offer of a drink, and she accepted it almost without
realizing what she was doing.  A soothing drink was just what she
needed right now, even if it was supposed to be contrary to camp
policy.  She smiled out of the corner of her eyes at the man who
dictated the camp policy, letting him know that she was aware of
his double standard.
     "This is purely therapeutic, my dear," he grinned.  "I can
see you're tense, and I don't want any tense teachers in my summer
camp."
     At this, Natalie had to smile outright, and as she sipped the
drink a little faster than she was used to, she began to feel
noticeably more relaxed.  Slowly, Stuart's insinuations and
provocations didn't seem so odious anymore, and eventually,
Natalie found herself laughing with him as she let herself admit
what a charming man he really was.
     No wonder Mark liked him so much in college, she thought.  He
does have that sort of personal magnetism ...
     She let herself lean carelessly against the huge desk just
the way Stuart had been leaning a few moments ago.  But this time,
the Camp Director stood in front of her frankly appraising her
with his eyes.  She didn't flinch when he moved closer --- the
room was too small for him to be very far away anyway --- but she
did jerk abruptly when she felt his fingers at her waistline.
     "Oh! ... St ... Stuart!" she exclaimed weakly, not knowing
whether to laugh or cry at his renewed advances.  Just when she
was beginning to enjoy his company, she didn't want to be reminded
of the unpleasant first half of her visit.
     "Relax, Natalie," he chided.  "I wouldn't hurt one of my own
employees, would I?"  He slipped his fingers inside the waistband
of her short-shorts, and ran them along the silky smooth flesh of
her tiny, girlish waist.  "I just think we should get to know each
other ..."
     The voluptuous brunette had heard that line a hundred times
before, but for some reason, it didn't seem so obviously insincere
from Stuart Brooks as it always had before.  Natalie shook her
head as if she was dreaming, but she couldn't shake off her
strange feeling.
     With a start, she realized that she must be being affected by
the alcohol, even though the drink had been small and not too
strong.
     She looked down fearfully as her husband's friend loosened
the front zipper of her shorts.  "My God, Stuart ... really!" she
protested, steadying herself with her hands against the edge of
the desk.  She tried to clamp her thighs together to stop the Camp
Director from sliding her short-shorts all the way down the satiny
length of her legs, but it nearly made her lose her balance.  "N
...  Now, stop it ... this instant!" she commanded, almost as if
she was talking to herself.
     The older man seemed amused by her protests.  "Hell, baby, I
hired you as a teacher, not a prudish little teenager.  Where's
your adult maturity?" he queried mockingly.  The green shorts were
descending slowly down Natalie's smooth legs, tugged gently by the
man's anxious fingers.  "Aaaah, that's better," Stuart said with
satisfaction as he lifted the brunette's feet to remove the camp
shorts.  He gazed lewdly at her thin nylon-covered pubic mound,
shadowed darkly through her panties.
     Natalie gasped when she felt her last flimsy protection
disappearing too, and her flesh tingled when she felt the air
washing over her private, forbidden genitals.  "Ooooooh," she
moaned helplessly.  "Oooooh, God ..."
     She shut her eyes tightly as she felt the Camp Director's
palms slowly pushing her thighs apart, sliding his hands softly
over their inner flesh.  She jerked involuntarily as they roamed
inexorably upward, moving butterfly-like across the sensitive
white flesh.  She could feel his breath coming in short hard gasps
as his fingers made light, subtle contact with her fleshy, hair-
lined cunt-lips.  Natalie groaned helplessly as his fingers teased
over them, pushing the soft outer flanges into the thin quivering
slit of her vagina.  He played gently, his probing digits pulling
teasingly at her darkly curling pubic wisps.
     Not again ... God, not again! the half-naked woman thought
frantically.  I can't give in again ... Lord, Natalie, get hold of
yourself!  You don't have to let him go that far ...  Oh, God,
make it stop!  It's torturing me.
     His index finger slipped suddenly between the outer lips and
flicked teasingly at the moist red opening beneath, bringing
another groan from her lips.  She had never felt so humiliated in
her life as she felt now, but at the same time, she didn't know
what to do!  Refuse him?  And risk not only her job, but the
chance to straighten out her marriage as well ...  Let him go on?
Heavens!  How could giving in to another man ever help her
problems with Mark?  It just isn't fair!
     Frightened, confused tears began to well up under the brown-
eyed woman's lids, and she worked her mouth desperately to keep
them from falling.  She struggled to stand upright, determined to
stop the lewd outrages that her husband's old friend was planning
for her, but when she looked down at his obscenely grinning face,
she slumped back against the desk.
     There was no escape.  Somehow, against her will, she had let
herself get led into this.  Who knows, maybe she had even invited
it, by some unconscious action on her part.  This afternoon in the
staff cabin, she had certainly caused the young camper to become
aroused.  God, maybe she'd done the same thing to Stuart Brooks!
Maybe her marital frustration was so obvious in her expression
that she was really inviting these outrageous advances!  But I
love my husband, don't want these other men to ... to use my body.
     She shut her eyes as his hands pushed the hem of her blouse
up to expose the whole area of her soft, down-covered crotch.
Then she felt him unbuttoning the front of her shirt and sighing
in obscene appreciation as the large firm spheres of her breasts
came into his view, under the thin, sheer lace of her brassiere.
She tried not to cringe from his touch as her mind whirled crazily
in confusion.
     Oh, he can't ... he simply can't she was saying mentally.
I've got to make him stop, without jeopardizing my job ... God,
I've just got to stop this ... this adultery.
     "Oh, Christ, baby," Stuart was breathing, "you sure are
fucking beautiful."  His hotly working fingers were reaching
behind Natalie's back now, searching for the tiny clasp that held
her bra.  The young teacher's flesh seemed to melt to butter under
his hot caress, as she sank back against the desk in hopeless
submission.  She sighed audibly as the confining elastic of her
lace brassiere was suddenly released, and her huge breasts swung
free of their prison.  "Jesus Christ!  You've got the biggest tits
this side of the Rockies, Natalie ... even bigger than old
Lollie's!"  He stood back appraisingly to admire them.  "Yes, sir,
old Jenkins sure got himself a fox.  Tits like that'll poke your
fucking eyes out!"
     The black-haired nature guide's wife winced at the Camp
Director's crude observations, and once more she made a valiant
effort to put an end to this salaciousness.  "Yes, Stuart," she
croaked fearfully.  "thank you for ... for the com-compliment ...
Now, I'd bet-t-ter get my clothes on and ... and ..."  She pushed
against the desk top to try to stand up, but the muscular man's
reactions were too swift.  He grabbed her by the shoulders and
pressed her whole body back on to the desk, so that her naked
upper body was now reclining backwards and her long legs were
dangling helplessly over the edge.
     Her quivering, curl-covered pubic mound was perched just at
the corner of the desk top, and below it, Stuart could see the
delicate coralline flesh of the teacher's trembling pussy.
     He pressed her firm, ivory thighs apart with his hot, moist
hands, spreading the tender cuntal flanges so he could actually
see the smooth inner flesh of her vagina.  Natalie had never
before felt so exposed in all her life, and she began to feel
nauseous as the older man continued to pet and fondle her soft,
yielding flesh.  The tears that had collected under her eyelids
now trickled out the corners of her eyes to run silently down the
sides of her temples and drop into the billowing mass of her black
curls.
     She fully expected that the Camp Director was going to pull
off his clothes and attack her, without further hesitation or
preliminaries.  She wondered briefly what time it was, or if there
was any chance that the dinner bell might sound and save her from
further degradation, but her imagination was soon overcome by
Stuart's voice, sounding deeper and more menacing than before.
     "Mmmm-hhhmmmm ... that's it ... just like that, Natalie.
Now, if I can just get around here ..."  The teacher heard the
folding chair she had been sitting on now scraping across the
linoleum floor of the office, and she jerked her head up in
surprise.  Stuart Brooks was dragging it across the room to the
cabinet from which he had produced the vodka, and he seemed to be
preparing to stand on it!
     It was then, for the first time, that Natalie noticed the
expensive looking 35mm camera atop the liquor cabinet.  It was
surrounded by equipment like flash units and extra lenses and
suddenly the black-haired teacher was wracked with apprehension.
Her mind quickly made the connection, even before Stuart had
climbed up on the chair.  He was going to photograph her!  He was
going to take a picture of her in this lewd, compromising
position!
     "Oh, no, you can't," she whispered fearfully.  Her legs
clamped together instinctively and she raised herself up on her
elbows.  "Please, Stuart ... I didn't mean to ... uh ... lead you
on or anything ..."  Her voice sounded weak and ineffectual to her
own ears, and she groaned to herself when she heard it.
     "Oh, now, Natalie," the older man chided.  "This won't hurt
... I told you I never hurt my teachers, didn't I?  A man doesn't
often meet a gorgeous chick like you, Natalie, and I'm sure your
husband won't mind if I take a few pictures as mementos.  Now,
just lie back like you were."  He was speaking to her now from
behind the camera, which he seemed to be focusing as he talked.
He stood up on the chair beside the open window, letting the
afternoon light stream in on the teacher's prostrate form on the
desk.  The sun lit her thighs and sparse pubic curls, bathing them
in warm, yellow light, accenting the pulsing pinkness of her
private pussy flesh.  Stuart sighed aloud.
     "Aaaaah, right there --- hold it!"  Click!  The Camp Director
rolled the film on ... click! ... again ... click!  "Oh,
fantastic, baby!"
     "Now, I've just got to get a couple more ... here ..."  He
stepped down from the chair and came over to the desk again.  This
time he raised both her knees high in the air, placing her heels
on the edge of the desk in a lewd, outspread position.  Her long,
shapely legs were poised like a couple of golden arches, one on
either side of her deliciously exposed cuntal slit.  She balanced
her feet on the edge of the desk top, unconsciously thrusting her
vaginal plane closer to the camera as Stuart Brooks climbed back
up on the chair to focus again.
     "Okay, baby, you look great ... right there, Natalie!  Oh,
shit, hold it like that!"  Click!  Another obscene picture was
recorded on the licentious man's film.  Click! ... click ...  The
black-haired woman groaned inwardly as she heard each frame being
rolled on, as the Camp Director took picture after picture of her
helplessly exposed body.  She tried to tell herself that it could
be worse, that the former college friend of her husband's might be
actually fucking her instead of taking lewd photographs, but it
did no good.  If he had attacked her, or even raped her, the act
would be over and done with, just as her seductive liaison with
Jason Powell was a thing of the past, however lewd and forbidden.
But a picture ... that was something permanent, a constant
reminder of her inability to control her desires or inclinations.
     Natalie was almost afraid to ask why the muscular bachelor
was so intent on photographing her nudely reclining body.  It
crossed her mind that pictures were potential evidence against her
in some kind of court action --- but for what?  Did the Camp
Director have some kind of unspoken suspicion about her --- maybe
some idea of what had happened in the staff cabin this afternoon?
Oh, no, it can't be!  No one can ever find out about Jason!
     Suddenly, the teacher was more concerned about finding young
Powell and cautioning him not to tell any one about their obscene
interlude than she was about the fact that Stuart Brooks was again
repositioning her body for another series of pictures.  She rolled
compliantly over onto her side as the brown-haired man poked and
kneaded at her supple flesh, pulling her arms and legs as he
arranged the next pose.  She balanced her head on her hand, this
time propping it up so her thick black hair cascaded down over her
slender forearm.  She raised her leg high in the air and grasped
her ankle with the other hand just as Stuart directed, and if she
looked down the deep valley between her breasts, she could almost
see the moistening lips of her exposed pussy glistening in the
sun.  She was ashamed and humiliated beyond belief, but her
imagination was back in the staff cabin, a couple of hours ago.
     Jason would have gone back to his hiking group, of course,
and surely he couldn't have started talking about his experience
right then, in front of his nature guide, Natalie's own husband.

From grobert@soho.ios.com Wed Sep 04 17:05:58 1996
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: HusbHoby 4/8  "A Husband's Hobby"
From: grobert@soho.ios.com (TheEditor)
Date: Wed, 04 Sep 1996 07:05:58 -0800

If Mark had divided them up into groups and sent them off on their
own, then the blond youth would have had the chance to tell his
buddy what had happened, but ...  If Mark needed the edible plants
book, he must have been giving them some group instruction right?
God, I hope so!  I, oh, Mark just HAD to keep all the boys
together today.  He just had to.  The afternoon hiking sessions
were supposed to break up at five or five-thirty, to give the boys
time to go back to their cabins to wash up for dinner.  That would
be the time Jason would have been able to tell someone what he had
done ...  Natalie tried to remember the youths who had been
giggling outside the staff cabin when she had been on her way over
here.  Were they in Mark's group?  Or were they her own young
charges from this morning's 3-R's class?  Why weren't they being
supervised?  Lord!  What if Jason didn't even go back to his
hiking group?
     The new and frightening possibility renewed the teacher's
apprehension, as she realized that even if her husband had tried
to communicate with her over the intercom radio she wouldn't have
heard him ... she had been in the bedroom, stroking and caressing
her own trembling cuntal flesh.  God Almighty!
     Natalie moaned as she unconsciously responded to Stuart
Brooks' prompting, "Shove your ass back, sweetheart.  I want a
shot of that tight little asshole you've got ...  That's it, pull
it apart with your fingers ..."  The man's bold, almost clinical
tone seemed out of place with Natalie's frenzied worrying, but it
made her present predicament seem less ominous.  She complied with
even Stuart's most perverted requests, allowing him to photograph
her most private, forbidden flesh.
     It seemed like ages before the Camp Director grunted and
gasped that he had exhausted his roll of film, and for a few
frantic seconds, Natalie feared what might happen next.  But she
was shocked and relieved when Stuart smiled calmly.  "Thank you,
my dear ... you were absolutely wonderful ...  We'll have to get
together for some group poses sometime ..."  The young teacher
didn't have time to wonder what he meant by "group poses" ... she
had to find Jason Powell, right away.  Hurriedly she dressed
herself for the third time this afternoon, and left the Director's
office without even taking her folders with her.

                           *    *    *

     Natalie had barely had time to freshen up before Mark trudged
into their bedroom, dusty and sweaty, but happy.
     "How was your afternoon, honey?" he greeted her with a peck
on the forehead.  "I'm bushed ... Christ, I don't know what I'd do
if I was a gym teacher and had to watch thirty kids running around
all the time.  Twelve is bad enough ...  You can't imagine the way
they fired questions at me all afternoon.  That's why I had to
send that kid back for the book ...  There are a few plants out
here that I couldn't identify."
     The brunette teacher nodded sympathetically, hoping that her
expression wasn't betraying her real interest in her husband's
day.  "Did you try to split them up into groups, dear?"
     "No ... no, I haven't done that yet, although they do seem to
have buddies among their cabin-mates."
     Natalie sighed inwardly.  At least Jason couldn't have told
anybody during the hike.  But her husband's next question caught
her off-guard.
     "What did you think of the boy I sent for the book, Nat?" he
asked, apparently unaware of her uneasiness.
     "The ... um ... you mean Jason Powell?" the teacher
stammered.  Why is he asking?  Does he suspect?
     "Yeah ... nice looking kid, isn't he?" Mark commented
absently.  "He looks a little bit like Stu --- Stuart Brooks ..."
     Natalie's lovely face drained of all color.  Mark did know!
It was impossible, but it was the only explanation ...  Why would
he talk about Jason and Stuart both at the same time?
     But how, oh God, how could he know?  It had only been a scant
fifteen minutes since the embarrassing episode in the Camp
Director's office, and Mark had been out on a hike all afternoon.
Dear God!
     Mark continued almost without hesitation.  "Seeing old Stu
again after ten years has really brought back some memories.  Stu
used to be pretty wild, you know, and he thought I was some kind
of priest ..."  He looked up from where he was sitting on the bed
and smiled ironically at his young, beautiful wife.  "I guess you
think I'm some kind of priest, too, don't you, dear?"  His clear
green eyes were sad as he spoke, almost as if he was apologizing
to her for something.
     The black-haired woman felt herself close to tears.  How
could she allow it?  How could she let Mark apologize to her,
after all she had done this afternoon?  It was almost as if she
was deliberately flaunting their mutual agreement to try to work
out their problem.  She was the one who should be apologizing to
him.
     But not yet ... it was too soon ...  Maybe he had started
talking about Jason and Stuart out of coincidence, rather than
from some deliberate plan.  Natalie turned away from her husband's
sad smile and looked out the small window into the clearing.
Already groups of hastily-scrubbed boys were lining up outside the
mess hall with their group leaders, anxiously waiting for the
dinner gong to sound.  Natalie recognized one or two of the fresh
young faces she had in class, but the only name that was in her
mind was Jason Powell.  Shaking her head sadly, the young teacher
turned back to see her husband wrapping a towel around himself.
     "I'm going down to take a shower, honey ...  See you at
dinner!"
     Natalie nodded.  It was still hot outside even though it was
almost 6 PM, so she didn't bother to change out of her shorts into
something warmer.  Besides, maybe if she hurried she could catch
Jason Powell alone for a minute or two, and explain to him why
their little encounter would have to remain a secret forever.



                            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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Subject: HusbHoby 6/8  "A Husband's Hobby"
From: grobert@soho.ios.com (TheEditor)
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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.



                            Chapter 5

     Wednesday afternoon, Natalie Jenkins boldly approached Stuart
Brooks with her burning question.  It was outside the classroom
that she had spotted him, not the ideal place for discussing an
inquiry of such a personal nature, so she agreed to his suggestion
that they discuss it in the staff cabin.  The voluptuous teacher
felt a stab of apprehension about speaking to the camp Director
alone in the deserted adult accommodations, especially after what
had happened yesterday.  But she had to know.  She couldn't live
another minute without knowing what was going to become of all
those obscene snapshots the older man had taken of her.
     "Really, dear, it's nothing," Stuart began by assuring her,
once they were safely inside the cabin door.  He sat down in one
of the bean-bag pillows and propped his forearms on his knees as
he waited for Natalie's response.
     The black-haired woman was intensely conscious of Stuart's
steely blue eyes roving up and down her barely concealed curves,
and his frank appraisal annoyed her.  Hadn't he seen enough of her
in the perverted, humiliating acts he had perpetrated upon her?
     "It sure as hell is something!" she contradicted hotly.
"You've got a whole camera full of pictures of me, and I want to
know why!"
     "Calm down, my dear.  There's no need to get angry.  It's
really quite simple and nothing for you to worry about ..."
     Natalie threw her hands up in despair and paced the bare
floor of the pine-paneled living room.  "Nothing for me to worry
about?!  Stuart, I'm a married woman.  Married!  And you think
there's nothing to worry about?"
     "You're not the first," the Camp Director said softly.
     "Not the first what?" she countered suspiciously.  The
suggestiveness in his tone was frightening.
     "Not the first married woman who's ever cheated on her
husband," he replied simply, calmly.
     The black-haired teacher's face reddened.  Surely Stuart knew
that she had been totally helpless and subjugated against her will
during that enforced orgy yesterday afternoon.  Didn't he?  Surely
he couldn't consider that freak accident as cheating on her
husband.  But in the back of her mind, Natalie was still conscious
of that other time ... that other indiscretion, with lovely Jason
Powell.  That was cheating on Mark, and she knew it in her
conscience, whether the Camp Director knew or not.
     "St-Stuart," she stammered.  "I d-don't know what you're
talking about ...  That ... that ... yesterday ...  That was a
deliberate trick you pulled on me, and I won't be held responsible
for that!"
     . "Nobody's holding you responsible for anything, dear," the
bachelor said quietly.  "I don't see why you should get so upset."
     "If you're not holding me responsible, then why did you take
all those pictures?" Natalie challenged evenly.
     "That's my business," the Director answered, but the young
teacher caught instinctively the hint of uncertainty in his voice.
The answer was a weak one, and she felt if she probed further, she
could get to the real motive.
     "And mine," she said quickly.  "The pictures are of me,
remember?  And I know you didn't take them for photography class."
     Stuart cocked his eyebrow in Natalie's direction.  His face
wore an expression that was purely speculative, as if he was
mulling over the various possibilities in his mind.  It was a long
time before he spoke, and the teacher was becoming scared that
maybe she had demanded to know too much.
     Finally, the Camp Director inhaled deeply and sighed.  "Well,
Natalie," he said, "it seems that you're not going to give up.  I
want to remind you that I warned you not to ask ..."
     "Okay, okay," she replied impatiently, "just tell me!"
     "I took the pictures on commission, you might say ... for a
client."
     The young wife was beside herself with confusion.  She waved
her arms futilely in the air, as her mouth opened and closed as if
she was trying to speak.  When she did, her voice was choked and
strained, "A client?  Y-you mean someone is b-buying pictures of
me?  Who?  Why?  How did they know where to find me?  God, Stuart,
wh-what's going to happen to them?"
     "Shh, not so fast," Stuart soothed.  "No one's buying the
pictures yet ..."
     "Yet?" Natalie's face suddenly twisted into a horrified
expression of comprehension.  "Are th-they for ... blackmail?"
     The Camp Director smiled indulgently at the woman's naive and
innocent fear.  "No, they're not for blackmail.  I told you not to
ask ...  It's a private arrangement between me and ... a friend of
mine.  My friend has no intention of hurting you, Natalie ..."
     "God!" she cried out in sudden frenzy. "Who?  Wwwhhhooo?!"
     "Mark."
     Natalie's face drained of all color and her body seemed to
freeze in mid-step where she had been pacing the room.  She
pressed her lips together resolutely to stutter, "M-M-Mmm-?"
     Stuart nodded.  "Mark ...  He asked me to take the pictures
..."

                           *    *    *

     In the semi-privacy of her bedroom, the confused wife tried
to sort things out in her mind.  She knew that Stuart Brooks was
hovering just outside the door in the hallway, but at least he
wasn't in the room to see her slumping into the mattress of her
bed.  Mark!  Her first reaction was that it was impossible.  How
could her own husband ever want to share her with anyone, if he
really loved her?  And even if he didn't mind sharing her, why
would he want to see the lewd, incriminating evidence of color
photographs?  It just didn't make sense at all!
     But the more she turned the idea over in her mind, the more
Natalie became convinced that it was possible.  Mark had been
acting strangely ever since they had come up to Weatherly-Brooks
Summer Camp for Boys.  First it had been Jason Powell.  Natalie
remembered how her husband had deliberately asked her what she had
thought of him, even though he was supposedly only picking up a
book.  And then there had been Mark's inexplicable cooperation in
the obviously pre-planned little expedition yesterday.  She would
have expected that her loving husband would have flatly refused to
let her go up into the hills with six boys and a camera-toting
adult lecher ... but Mark had not only gone along with the plan,
he had actually encouraged it!
     "Well, that damn bastard!" she whispered huskily.
     "You okay, Natalie?" came Stuart's question from out in the
hall.
     The woman's face was smoldering with gathering anger.  He
actually planned it!  Mark really deliberately planned it!  And
after telling me we were coming up here to save our marriage!  The
gall!  Her reply to the Camp Director was dark and sultry.
     "I'm fine, Stuart darling ... just fine," she purred in a
syrupy voice.  "Come in and see for yourself."
     "Hmph!" the bachelor remarked in surprise.  When Natalie had
fled the living room a few moments ago, she had seemed on the
verge of tears, but the voice from the bedroom was anything but
tearful.  Never one to miss an opportunity, he gently pushed open
the door and went into Natalie and Mark Jenkins' private sleeping
quarters.
     The woman's mind was still racing vengefully, but her face
was now calm and peaceful.  She was lying on her side in a
provocative pose, her long bare legs crossed sensuously and her
camp blouse unbuttoned almost to the waist.
     "Really, Stu, I'm fine now," she whispered silkily.  "I'm so
glad you told me the truth ...  It makes everything so easy, now
..."
     The Camp Director was a little shaken by the sudden change in
her attitude.  He stood in the doorway, saying, "Natalie, I don't
think you quite understand Mark didn't ..."
     She raised a slender hand to silence him.  "I understand,
Stu.  Honestly, I do.  And I'd like to give you a little token of
my appreciation for telling me.  She motioned him to come sit
beside her on the bed.
     The older man confusedly stumbled over to the double bed,
standing stiffly at the head.  Natalie smiled a bewitching, moist-
lipped smile and grasped his clammy hand to bring him closer, and
then she reached forward to clasp his fly zipper with the other
hand.  Her husband's friend started uncomfortably, but he didn't
move away as the gorgeous, provocatively exposed young woman
deftly removed his semi-hard penis from his shorts.  She wrapped
her slim hand around his huge masculinity and began to work it
gently up and down, watching and feeling it grow gradually stiffer
in her palm.  Her eyes widened as the fat, red-fleshed head popped
out from the thick foreskin as she manipulated his meaty
cockshaft.  As the Camp Director looked on incredulously, she
pulled him even closer to the bed so that his thighs were resting
against the edge of the mattress and his long excited cock was
jutting proudly half-way across the pillow.
     Natalie raised her pretty dark head.  She slowly and
tantalizingly opened her full red lips and let her tongue lap out
teasingly in an obscene invitation to the man's now-pulsing cock.
Stuart dared not move, for fear of startling the young woman and
making her change her mind, but he could barely believe that this
was the same woman who only ten minutes ago had professed to be
the victim of a cruel gang-rape.
     He didn't have long to wait, for Natalie inclined forward,
opening her lips and immediately capturing the thick pole of flesh
in her warm, saliva-moist mouth.  She could feel the bulbous head
sliding wetly along the full length of her tongue inside, the tiny
droplets of seminal fluid seeping from it to fill the warm cavern
of her mouth with its pungent salty taste.
     Brooks began a slow undulation of his hips against the
mattress, his thick cock slipping in and out of her mouth with a
wet sluicing sound.  His hands reached down tentatively to tangle
in her hair, but as she responded thrillingly, he gripped the
billowing black strands tightly and pulled them hard so her head
thrust forward involuntarily.  A cocky grin spread over his face
as he looked down and saw his penis disappearing into his friend's
wife's mouth, and it made him even prouder to know that she had
insisted on it.  He reached down to the front of her blouse and
loosened it from her camp shorts, yanking it crudely off her
shoulders so he could see the fleshy mounds of her breasts through
the thin, diaphanous lace of her brassiere.  His fingers kneaded
her flesh hungrily as he watched his thick sword of flesh
disappearing between her ovalled lips.
     "Ssssshhhit!" he exclaimed in ecstatic amazement.  "You sure
do know how to give head, baby."  Natalie began to run her tongue
wetly around and around the smooth rubbery flesh of his cockhead,
as her mind poured over her husband's betrayal.  At first, her
sultry, seductive manipulations of Stuart Brooks' cock had been
offered in vengeance, as a deliberate punishment for her husband's
deceit.  But now, strangely, the young teacher began to feel a new
emotion --- the unmistakable arousal in her own loins.  She began
sucking to please, circling around the glans with her tongue and
flicking teasingly with the tip at the tiny opening at the end.
The sharp pungent taste and odor of the lubricating fluids seeping
through from his rising excitement caused her mouth to salivate
and her nostrils to flare out slightly.  She reached out to cup
the soft wrinkled sac of his testicles gently with one hand,
grazing her long fingernails tantalizingly over the hairy flaccid
flesh.
     Stuart groaned and twisted above her as her head bobbed up
and down slavishly over his thick shaft of male flesh.  He watched
with obscene delight as her rounded lips strained at his thick,
rock-hard penis, sucking it as though it was a stick of peppermint
candy being fed to a hungry little girl.  On the bed, her hips
were undulating slightly as she squirmed to wriggle out of her
shorts.  The Camp Director sucked in his breath and reached down
to ease the waistband of the green short-shorts over her
voluptuously curved hips and down the sculpted columns of her
legs.  He exhaled with an audible sigh as he saw that her warm,
hair-lined cunt-lips were already throbbing wetly in time to his
cock sliding in and out of her mouth.
     Suddenly, he felt he had to have more.  He pushed her lovely
head away from his loins, his rampant cock pulling from her
sucking mouth with a moist popping sound.  Natalie's eyes
fluttered open in surprise at his sudden withdrawal and she was
momentarily afraid she had done something wrong.  But his lewd,
lustful grin told her that he was only seeking greater
stimulation, and greater stimulation was something the young
teacher was more than ready to give at this point.  Fuck you,
Mark, she swore mentally to her husband ...  You want to see me
really cheat on you?!
     To the muscular bachelor, the heavy-lidded brunette purred in
a honey-soft voice, "Stu ... let's do something exciting ... I
mean really exciting ..."
     Once again the light-haired Camp Director was taken aback by
his friend's wife's sultriness, but this time his balls were
aching insistently and he couldn't deny it.  He lurched forward on
the bed, kneeling on the edge of the mattress, his expression dark
and excited.  "All right ... all right you hot little fucking
bitch," he growled, "turn over!"
     Natalie winced at the harshness of his command, but she told
herself that this was what she wanted.  She wanted to be fucked
from behind, in lewd dog-fashion, just like the bitch her husband
seemed to think she was.  Slowly she rolled onto her stomach, her
huge naked breasts squashing into the mattress and spreading out
to the sides of her arm-pits.  At the gentle but firm insistence
of Stuart's fingertips, she raised her perfectly rounded white
buttocks into the air, bending her knees slightly to support them.
     The rough but careful stroke of the older man's calloused
fingers over her smooth nether flesh sent tingles up her spine,
but Natalie was resolute in her decision to go through with this
perverted act.  She braced herself with her hands at the sides of
her body as she strove to wriggle her ass up even higher, in
response to the bachelor's massaging.
     The black-haired teacher wasn't prepared for what came next,
however.  She lurched forward almost into the natural wood
headboard of the rustic bed as suddenly, the Camp Director slipped
a finger between her buttocks, to probe momentarily at the tight,
brown puckered hole of her cringing little anus.
     "Mmm-hhhmmm, nice and tight," Stuart commented, as if to
himself.  "My old cock will really have a fantastic fuck in there
..."
     Natalie couldn't believe what he was suggesting.  She whirled
her head around to see if he was actually contemplating that
horrible, forbidden act --- that sodomy, but her hair fell over
her eyes and she was unable to discern the older man's expression.
God, she thought inwardly, God, I hope I haven't gone too far ...
She had intended to get even with her husband, that's all --- she
certainly hadn't planned on this.
     She felt his hands move away to be replaced suddenly by his
lips, kissing her smooth oval buttocks and biting them with sharp
little nips.  She felt him draw them apart with his thumbs and
lick the hot, slightly sweating crevice between them and she
moaned in humiliation as he pulled and stretched at her asshole,
straining at the tight rubbery ring the way the teenager had
yesterday.
     Natalie tried to clench her buttocks tightly together but the
pressure of his thumbs inserted into the moist furrow was too
much.  No, she groaned inwardly ...  It can't be ... he wouldn't
do it ...  But the friend of her husband continued to stretch her
asscheeks until she could feel the cool air rushing into the hot
interior between her legs.  Suddenly she felt obscenely naked with
the unmarried lecher hovering over her tiny brown wrinkled hole,
but she knew that she had asked for it.
     There was a pressure against her ankles and the young wife
didn't resist as she felt Stuart prying her legs apart.  He
crawled up on his knees between her full thighs and spread the
cheeks of her ass far apart.  His probing finger poked
experimentally at her asshole and she jerked automatically from
the sudden discomfort.
     "It's okay, baby, relax," he chided softly.  "Haven't you
ever been fucked in the ass before?"  He thought of her calm and
studious husband Mark, and chuckled to himself.  No, he answered
his own question mentally.  But he did have a couple of shots of
Jason Powell's finger up her ass from yesterday, up on the
secluded hillside.
     Natalie gasped, then moved her legs apart until they were
almost at right angles to her body, her calves and ankles dangling
over the edges of the quilt-covered mattress.  It felt as if her
body was about to split apart as she felt the tip of his finger at
the entrance to her naked exposed rectum.  She clenched the tiny
elastic ring desperately in a futile attempt to stop the brutal
forbidden penetration that she knew was coming.  Stuart probed for
a moment at the outer edges of the puckering brown circle, then
shoved forward with a grunt, sinking his finger jerkily up to the
first knuckle in the warm, velvety passage.
     Natalie jerked forward from the unexpected digging and Brooks
thrust again, impaling his long middle finger even deeper into her
asshole.  Grunts of protest escaped from her lips as he drilled
deeper and deeper, expanding the tightness of her rectum until she
thought she was going to explode internally.
     "Aaauuuunnh," she moaned softly into the headboard.  "St-
Stuart, I th-think I ... don't want ..."
     "Relax, Natalie," he cut in.  "Try to make your ass relax ...
I'm going to show you something that'll make you cum like a
skyrocket ..."  Hell, he added to himself, you're such a hot
little number you'd get off on practically anything!  He began to
move his finger around up inside the smooth rubbery walls of her
tightly clenching back passage, to prepare it for the greater
entry that was to come.
     A flicker of surprise passed over Natalie's face as she
consciously followed the older man's instructions and the pain
began to fade to be replaced by a strangely enjoyable sensation.
She relaxed and experimentally wriggled her hips back against it,
until suddenly she felt the extra pressure of another finger
ramming unexpectedly alongside the first.  It hurt this time, and
she buried her face in her arms to muffle the tiny squeal that
escaped her lips.
     . "Stuart, really, I ..." she began chokingly, "I don't th-
think I can do this."  Apprehensive tears of humiliation welled up
under her eyelids as she realized that it was she alone who was to
blame for what the Camp Director was doing.  She had invited it
deliberately, and now there was no way out.  He was screwing both
fingers into her mercilessly, digging viciously to expand the tiny
puckered hole so that his massively erected cock would fit inside.
     The young teacher tried valiantly to let her rear muscles go
limp around the uncomfortable assault, and finally, unbelievably,
her face registered the flushed joy as the pain once again receded
and her asshole became slowly accustomed to the unnatural
invasion.  Natalie couldn't believe that it could feel so good,
but it did, sending wild thrills of perverse pleasure shooting
through her loins.  Her mouth opened and began to pant and mewl as
the older man's fingers worked around and around in her widely-
stretched rectum.  Brooks grinned as he prodded and probed at
Natalie's defenseless asshole as she squirmed beneath him in total
willing surrender.
     As suddenly as he had shoved his fingers in, Stuart pulled
them out of her.  They seemed to slip out reluctantly from the
warm passage, the pink clasping skin clinging to them until they
popped out with a slight suction.  Then, he dropped his head
between her thighs and licked wetly at the crevice of her
buttocks, moistening the tiny hole for the entry of his thick hard
penis.
     "Higher, squat up higher," he suddenly commanded, eager to
complete the subjugation the beautiful brunette had purposely
invited..
     What now? Natalie thought, panic-stricken.  Hadn't he
humiliated her enough?
     A tremor of fear passed through the teacher, but she
obediently struggled to her knees, presenting the rounded white
orbs of her buttocks up to the now wildly aroused Camp Director.
He kneeled behind her widespread thighs, his rampant cock standing
straight out with the head resting in her split furrow.
     "Okay, guide my cockhead into your ass, Natalie," he gruffly
instructed her.  Natalie reached back through the arc of her open
legs to take hold of his throbbing rock-hard shaft.  A sudden
expression of fear flashed over her features as her fingers
wrapped around the massive girth of his cock and she realized for
the first time the remarkable size of the fleshy pulsating rod.
She stroked it slowly, the doubt clearly apparent on her face.
     "Go on ...  The more you wait, the more it'll hurt ...  Your
asshole is ready right now," Stuart prompted, grasping her hips to
pull her back on him.
     Natalie acquiesced to his inhuman command, placing the head
of his blunt weapon of male flesh against the tight, hairless
opening of her backside.  She held her breath as she felt it begin
to prod and realized that her fears had been well-founded.
Stuart's cock was huge, she could never take that in her rectum,
when even a child's finger was too big for the tiny-clenching
hole.  She tried to move away, but she nearly collided with the
wooden headboard before she realized she was trapped.
     The muscles in Stuart's stomach stood out as he strained
forward and Natalie felt the soft probing between her buttocks
grow into a hard, irresistible pressure against the tight rubber
ring of her anus.
     "Please don't, Stuart," Natalie gasped in final desperation.
"Let me suck your cock ... or fuck you properly ... please ...?"
But her plea was cut off by her straining nether ring suddenly
giving way before the pressure of the man's huge cockhead, and it
popped inside with a sudden rush.  A spasm of pain shot through
Natalie's backside and she twisted instinctively away.  Her
buttocks were moving like a trapped animal thrashing to escape,
but her jerks only served to wedge the thick gleaming penis more
securely in her asshole.
     Stuart watched her vain efforts to pull away, but he held her
hips tightly and spoke in soft, reassuring tones, "Jesus, woman,
can't you relax?  It doesn't hurt, once you let your muscles go
..."
     All she could do was moan in response as he pressed his
thighs forward to force his cock to slide in another inch.  It was
as if a monstrous tree trunk was being shoved relentlessly into
her tiny, virginal rectum, and she didn't believe it was possible
for her to relax around it.
     "Shove your ass back, dear!" Stuart commanded, pulling on her
voluptuously rounded hips in illustration.  In desperate obedience
she opened her ass with a deliberate effort and hunched back
toward him.  He hugged her hips tightly and pushed with all his
strength against her futile resistance, his hard fleshy rod
surging forward into her anus, pushing the soft velvety flesh of
her nether passage in great waves before it.
     Suddenly his loins smacked heavily into the softness of her
buttocks.  The punishing instrument was buried to the hilt in her
widely stretching anus.  She was hopelessly skewered on the meaty
thickness of the older man's cock, and she groaned in mental
anguish.  She tried to squirm forward, down, up, or anywhere, in a
desperate effort to avoid the horror and degradation of the
depraved attack on her defenseless asshole, but all the while she
knew she had asked for it, if not specifically, then by her
seductive actions.  Finally, her strength to resist failed, and
her voluptuous white body kneeled limply, impaled on his stone-
hard penis like a pinned insect.
     Stuart, panting hoarsely behind her, began to saw
rhythmically deep into the soft depths of her back channel,
bringing mewling sobs of misery from the teacher's tortured lips.
She had never felt so soiled and debauched in her life, and her
whole backside felt wet and used as the Camp Director lunged the
full length of his rod into her with long, smooth strokes.  Then,
Natalie decided that she had done the wrong thing in leading the
older man on, and suddenly, she didn't want him to see the full
extent of her humiliation.  Forcefully, she resolved to hide her
true feelings, at whatever cost was necessary.
     Natalie began to undulate her buttocks in small tight
circles, waving the white rounded cheeks of her ass back at her
tormentor.  To her amazement, she found that as she moved, the
pain noticeably let up and became bearable, even strangely
pleasant.  Within moments, she found herself squirming and
violently thrusting back to meet each obscene impalement as he
jerked forward into her.  Her hair waved around her face as she
tossed her head from side to side above the pillow, baring her
teeth back from her lips in masochistic joy as the huge cock bored
far up into her bowels.
     Kneeling above her, Brooks watched in aroused delight as his
cock slid in and out of her widely-stretched anal passage, pulling
tiny ridges of pinkly clasping flesh out with the base each time
he withdrew for another asshole-splitting fuck up inside.  His
eyes locked on the tender inflamed opening and he began a series
of torturing slamming thrusts that sent the thick, throbbing staff
of his penis sinking in up to the hilt.  His heavy testicles
smacked rhythmically against her cunt below, bringing further
whimpers of passion from between her tightly-clenched teeth.
     Sweat beaded Natalie's forehead as she ground back on the
asshole-skewering cock like a female demon, bucking and churning
her body beneath him.  "Oooohh ... yeeesss," she crooned as the
Camp Director pressed tight against her hotly grinding buttocks
and rotated the heavily throbbing head of his cock around and
around deep inside her rectum.
     Her moaning added to Stuart's pleasure and, just to tease the
beautiful woman, he pulled his embedded penis out of her almost to
the tip and grinned as he saw her try to fuck back up over its
rigid length.
     The spectacle inflamed his own lust beyond his wildest
expectation, and with a hoarse groan, he pulled her ass cheeks
wide apart and drove his pelvis into her soft yielding buttocks
with a hard, asscheek flattening smack.  He began to fuck rapidly
into her, hard and deep, battering her quivering backside with
loud spanking slaps that resounded throughout the empty cabin.
His sweating face dripped onto her lovely hollowing back, making
it glisten in the afternoon light.  His breath came in short angry
gasps as he gripped the tops of her thighs with his fingers,
squeezing with all his strength to pull her back over his heavily
expanding cock like slipping a sleeve over an over-sized arm.  He
had lost control of his lust and he felt his cock expanding in the
warmth of her wide-stretched rectum.  His balls began to throb
almost painfully and his cock felt as though it was about to burst
apart in the rubbery tight grip of the beautiful woman's vise-like
back passageway.  Below him, Natalie was mumbling and whimpering
incoherently into the bedspread and he increased the vigor and
power of his strokes until he was buffeting her forward into the
headboard with every brain-rattling lunge.
     Natalie waved her ass salaciously back against his pounding
thrusts.  She wanted him to cum.  She wanted him to shoot his
great load of boiling creamy liquid sperm deep up into her
hungrily waiting bowels.  She could feel a growing wetness in the
openly spread crevice of her ass, and there was no longer any hint
of discomfort, but only a lovely feeling of being filled, more
completely than she had ever been filled before.  She bucked back
happily against the huge shaft of flesh as she felt it throb into
an even greater size, stretching the muscles of her rectum almost
beyond capacity.
     "Oooooaaaaah ... fuck, fuck, fuck," she chanted deliriously.
"Cum in my asshole ... fuck and cum, fuck and cum ..."  Her nearly
incoherent grunts accompanied the lewd, wet fucking of the fully
expanded length of his rock-hard penis into her fully-stretched
rectum, his body jerking convulsively, his hands tearing at her
flesh in wild abandon.
     Beneath his pounding body, Natalie felt the first powerful
wave of his hot thick male semen shudder into the depths of her
rectum.  It surged through her body like a volcanic eruption, and
she could feel the slight burning sensation of the saline solution
spewing out and coating the cock-split walls of her asshole.  The
unfamiliar thrilling explosions set off her own climax almost
simultaneously.  She screamed out her release as the great tremor
of pleasure from her hotly milking rectal channel ricocheted

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Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: HusbHoby 7/8  "A Husband's Hobby"
From: grobert@soho.ios.com (TheEditor)
Date: Wed, 04 Sep 1996 07:06:47 -0800

through the thin dividing membrane of her wildly undulating cunt-
passage.
     "Aaaaaauuuuhhhhh!  Eeeeeiiiiiii YYYYYYOOOUUU ...  Mmmmmmm
..."  Her creamy orgasmic fluids gushed spasmodically out from her
wildly erupting pussy walls, to seep out from her fur-rimmed cunt-
lips and drench the Camp Director's tightly screwed in balls.  His
sperm trickled down the split of her buttocks to meet the rivulets
of her own heated liquids, mingling with them in a single stream
of dribbling cum, dripping down her inner thigh to fall in lewd
sticky droplets on the patch-work bedspread below.
     Natalie's body continued to thrash and clench involuntarily
around the older man's ejaculating penis, and she hardly knew how
long they quaked in their mutual orgasm.  Finally, Stuart groaned
with exhaustion and collapsed over her panting body, flattening
her into the mattress.  Natalie sighed in satiation as she felt
his limp and deflated shaft of flesh slowly withdraw from her
flooded bowels with a slight wet sucking noise as it slipped
between the full white moons of her buttocks.  The sudden rush of
cool air washing over her steamy wetness made her shiver
convulsively as Brooks rolled his weight off her body to lie
beside her on the bed she shared with her husband.
     She felt wet in her anus and slightly sore, but she had to
admit that in a strange unvengeful way, she had enjoyed the
debased act of sodomy.  It was something she had never before even
imagined doing, and something that even a short while ago she
would not have considered.  But her insane desire to pay Mark back
for what she considered an inexcusable act of deceit had made it
possible for Natalie to give in to the Camp Director's obscenely
perverse desires, and now she was amazed to realize that it had
actually been pleasant.
     But even though her imagination was musing thoughtfully over
the lustfully exciting experience, Natalie's conscience suddenly
sprang back to life.  It was as though she was waking up from a
horrible dream, a dream which had seen her every moral fiber
twisted and perverted out of shape.  Suddenly, the young married
woman became conscious of her own nakedness, and her nostrils
flared at the unmistakable scent of her and Stuart's mutual
orgasms.  As she lay almost motionless beside the Camp Director,
she could feel the fulfilled warmth emanating from his body, like
a suggestive reminder of her depraved indiscretion.  Slowly, the
black-haired woman felt her face grow hot, and she squirmed subtly
away from the naked body of her husband's friend.
     God, oh God, she groaned inwardly, rolling over to the edge
of the bed.  What have I done?  And what am I ever going to do
now?
     She was afraid to steal a glance in Stuart Brooks' direction
now, even though the bed sagged under his weight as he
unconsciously followed her across the mattress.
     "Shit, baby," the older man was whispering, "that was
fantastic.  You were really fantastic ... just like I knew you
would be."
     Natalie froze as she wondered what the Camp Director meant --
- he knew she would be.  Didn't he already find out what I was
like yesterday, in front of ... the students?  The very memory of
yesterday afternoon's merciless humiliation at the hands and cocks
of so many lecherous young boys filled the young teacher with new
vengeance for her husband, because he had allowed it to go on.
Now, however, she wanted to know what Stuart meant ...  Had he
been in on it too, planning the whole afternoon with her husband?
     The Camp Director laid a warm, soothing hand on the brunette
wife's naked back.  "Christ, I told him ... I told him you were
hot ..."
     "Told him?  Told who?" Natalie countered suddenly, springing
up into a sitting position on the edge of the bed.  She crossed
her hands in front of her heaving white breasts as she reached for
her clothes on the floor with her toe.  Leaning down quickly and
carefully, she was able to retrieve her blouse before her lush
nakedness was exposed too much to the muscular bachelor's gaze,
and she hurriedly wrapped it around her slender curving torso and
buttoned it in front.
     Stuart watched her jerky nervous movements with an amused
smile.  She sure was a strange little cunt ... one minute, she'd
be as scared and innocent as a teenage virgin, and the next, she'd
be practically charming your cock off with her alluring seduction.
Now, she was becoming all moral again, and the Camp Director had
to wait to see what she would do before he said anything more.
     Angrily, the young teacher yanked on her lust-moistened
panties and camp shorts, before standing up from the bed.  Her
dark brown eyes were flashing fire as she spoke, and Stuart was a
little shocked.  "Who did you tell, Stuart?" she demanded
succinctly.
     "Natalie ..." the Camp Director began, shaking his head in
confusion.  "What's the matter?"
     "For the third time, who did you tell that I was ... was ...
h-hot?"  It made her blush to repeat the embarrassing question,
and her mind-screen flickered with visions of the energetic man
giving a group of healthy male campers a lecture on the virtues of
women, and she heard her own name being mentioned as one who was
"hot".
     "Christ, baby, I only told your husband ..."
     "My husband?!" the young woman screamed.  "Oh, God, you can't
be serious ... Stuart, you just ...  Oh, God, you're lying, aren't
you ...  You didn't tell Mark that you ... that you ... G-God ...
oohh ..."  Her voice trailed off into a disconsolate wail, and her
face became pale and drawn as before.  Listlessly, she motioned
Stuart Brooks to leave her alone in her misery, and she almost
chased him out of her bedroom without his clothes.
     When she was alone, Natalie plopped back down on her
mattress, her nose wrinkling with disapproval as she realized that
the lusty odor of their mingled cum was still readily discernible.
She took a hand towel and walked down the hall to the bathroom to
wet it and put some hand soap on it so she could clean off the
tell-tale droplets of sticky dry sex-juice from the bedspread.
The quilted patch-work coverlet was still dark with the water
after she had finished, but at least she had satisfied herself
that the smell was no longer obvious.  She didn't know what she
would have done if Mark had come in from his hike and noticed it.
     But then, she thought logically, what does he expect, anyway?
He's the one who tried to set me up with all these young boys,
isn't he?  She suddenly felt angry again, and for a moment, she
even wished that he had walked in on her and Stuart this
afternoon, so he could have seen to what lengths his uncaring
betrayal had driven her.
     But as she mulled over the events of the day, Natalie found
herself wondering just how much a part her husband had played in
her lewd affairs.  What if Stuart was telling her these things
just to cover up his own lechery?  What if --- God, no!  It can't
be! --- what if Stuart had been lying all along, telling a
carefully calculated falsehood just to elicit the angry responses
Natalie had so recently manifested?
     Oh, Mark, I'm sorry ... I'm sorry. she apologized mentally.
I didn't know what to think, and it sounded so logical, the way
Stuart said it, she explained, as if she was actually talking to
her husband at that very moment.  Her brain was almost numbed with
the incredible overload of imaginings and worries that crowded it,
and it nearly gave her a headache to try and sort out the
confusion.  She was so tense that she didn't dare venture out of
her bedroom --- she couldn't risk encountering any of the students
or another staff member in the disorganized state she was in.  The
best thing to do, she knew, would be to sleep on her confusion and
then think about it all later when her mind was fresh.
     But she was too keyed up ...  There was only one answer.  She
tiptoed down the hall to the communal refrigerator in the cabin
pantry, and pulled out the chilled bottle of wine that she had
noticed on the first day.  It didn't belong to her --- alcoholic
beverages were forbidden on the camp grounds --- but it was all
there was.  She took it under her arm and hurried back to the
bedroom without even stopping for a glass.
     Natalie drank two-thirds of the wine, tipping it up to her
lips like some kind of derelict, depraved woman ...



                            Chapter 6

     When Mark Jenkins returned to the staff cabin after an extra-
long afternoon of hiking around the perimeter of Lake Devonshire
with his twelve teenage campers, he was ready to flop into bed and
sleep for a day.  But this evening was the mid-week campfire out
by the water, and he knew that as soon as dusk fell his young
charges would be anxiously waiting to be escorted down to the
lakeside for the twice-weekly event.  The camp-wide get-together
would last until well past the normal bedtime hour, and Mark
anticipated being up until midnight.  Holy Christ, Stu really
likes to keep them going, he thought as he turned the handle to
the bedroom door.
     At first glance, he thought his beautiful young wife was just
asleep, and he leaned down to shake her gently by the shoulder.
"Natalie, wake up, honey ... I'm back ..."
     But the lovely brunette did not stir.
     "Hey, baby, come on now ...  We've got the campfire tonight,"
Mark said, a little louder this time.  He pushed her over so she
was lying on her back, and it was then that he saw the nearly
empty wine bottle cradled in her arms like a baby.  "Oh, Jesus,
Nat!" he exploded, carefully removing the bottle from her grip.
"Have you been drinking?"
     The question was meaningless, he knew.  His wife's face was
flushed and her breathing was raspy and uneven.  Slowly, her dark
brown eyes flickered open and she stared unseeingly into the
worried face of her husband.  Gradually she was able to focus
clearly on him, and her expression became a sardonic, loose smile.
     "Well, well, well ..." she croaked throatily, "if it isn't my
darling hushband!  How are you, darling hush-husband?"
     "I'm fine," he replied quickly, "but I'd like to know what
happened to you ...  If you were bored in the afternoons, Natalie,
you could have taught another class!"
     The brunette's features wrinkled in concentration as if she
was trying to understand the meaning of her husband's words.
Bored ... afternoon ... teach another class, she repeated mentally
in her wine-drugged brain.  The phrases seemed to echo
meaninglessly in her mind as her lips unconsciously formed them
over and over again.  But finally she smiled broadly in sudden
recognition.  "Bored?" she asked, with a husky, cracking laugh.
"Me?  Why should I be bored?"  She paused and regarded her husband
inquiringly, a tentative, mocking smile twisting the corners of
her mouth.  "I've got the most lovely waysh to shpend my
afternoons ...  The most gorge-gorgeous young boys!"  When Mark
merely sat down on the edge of the bed in curious silence, Natalie
was prompted to go on.  "Well, my God, Mark ...  You know you sent
them over to fuck me ... God ... I knew all about it, all the
time.  And I can tell you, my darling hushband, I sure was hot ...
God, was I hot, just like Shtuart said ... right, Mark?  You agree
that I'm hot?"
     A long, raucous laugh broke from her limply working red lips
as she looked at her husband viciously.  "I knew, I knew, I knew,"
she chanted, as if to torture him by letting him see her bawdy
drunkenness.  "Stuart told me all about it ... the pictures ...
the photography lesson ... I'm not shtupid, you know, Mark.  I
knew about what you were doing ..."
     The handsome young husband could only stare incredulously at
this woman who was supposed to be his wife.  From what he could
make out of her disjointed sentences and meager explanations,
Natalie had apparently learned of his arrangement with Stuart
about getting the pictures.  But his former college buddy had
promised not to let on that the photos were for him ... Mark had
wanted the pictures as a private experiment in his own therapy,
and he hadn't wanted to frighten or annoy Natalie by asking for
them outright.  Now he stared at the drunken shell of his
beautiful wife, and his eyes searched hers for further
explanation.  "Natalie," he said softly, "talk slowly, honey, and
tell me what's bothering you."
     "Bothering me?" she repeated derisively.  "Nothing's
bothering me!  I'm having an absolutely great time here at
Weatherly-Mucks Camp for Cocks ..."  She looked expectantly at her
husband for his reaction, but his face was calm, immobile.  Almost
immediately, the young teacher sobered up, struggling to a weak
sitting position against the head board of the bed.  "I mean ... I
mean," she said, making a conscious effort to collect her
thoughts, "Stuart was taking pictures of me, Mark ... bad pictures
... naked.  I couldn't t-tell you, because ... because I was
embarrassed.  And yesterday --- God forgive me, Mark --- yesterday
Stuart took those six boys up there to ... to rape me, just so he
could take those awful pictures ..."
     "Oh, honey, I know," Mark said softly.  "I'm sorry, Nat ...
I'm sorry if they ... hurt you ..."
     "You know?" the brunette asked rhetorically.  "If you knew,
then why did you ...?  Mark, do you know what Stu told me?  He
said he was taking those pictures for you ... why?  Mark, why did
he say that?"  Her face became a mask of confusion as she looked
deeply into her husband's face.
     "He said it because it's true, Nat," the handsome young man
said quietly, his head bowed in humility.  "I didn't want you to
know, honey ... I'm sorry ... oh, darling, I'm sorry I did this to
you, but it was the only thing I could think of ... I swear I
didn't want to hurt you, and I made Stuart promise to see that
nothing bad happened to you ... Sweetheart, tell me you understand
..."
     "But I don't understand, Mark," the young woman said
earnestly, her intoxicated fog seeming to part, letting her clear
lucid thoughts come through.  She glanced toward the wine bottle
where Mark had set it on the floor by the bed, and she remembered
the reason she had drunk it.  "Why did you want Stuart to take
those terrible pictures of me?  Why didn't you take them yourself,
if you wanted them?"
     "Honey, I thought --- do you remember when we went into
therapy at the sex clinic?"  Natalie nodded.  "Well," Mark
continued, "when they told us to act out our fantasies, I have to
confess, I didn't want you to hear mine."
     Her husband's confession struck a chord of recognition in
Natalie's own heavily-laden mind, and she nodded sympathetically.
"Neither did I, Mark ... I didn't tell you about my obsession with
---"
     "No, wait, Nat, let me finish," the biology teacher cut in.
"I have to tell you the whole story.  I've always had visions of
you getting it from two guys at once --- or three guys --- and I
would be one of them.  And then I'd picture you with a nice young
boy --- like a student or something --- and you'd be beating him
off, or sucking his cock ... Christ, honey, it gives me a hard-on
just to think about it!  So, when we came up here, I knew old Stu
was a wild one in college, so I asked him if he could, well, you
know, get me some pictures of you with some of the young kids
around here ... two or three at a time.  I thought if I looked at
the pictures, and knew that it really was you, well, shit!  Shit,
our problem would be over in no time."
     Natalie's jaw dropped to her chest and her eyes opened wide
in disbelief.  "You're kidding!" was all she could manage to say
at first, but after she looked at Mark's earnestly honest face,
she smiled broadly and happily.
     "Mark, darling ...  Oh, Mark!" she cried, tears running down
her cheeks.  "You won't believe this, but before I married you, I
used to dream about the young pupils in my classes ... I used to
think about sucking their cocks and letting them fuck into me.
But I never did it.  And when we went to the clinic, I was too
ashamed to admit that those were my fantasies, and now ... now
you're telling me that you have the same ideas!  It's too
incredible!"
     The muscular young husband leaned forward and hugged his wife
tightly to his firm hard chest.  He pulled the black curls away
from her ear and whispered suggestively, "Christ, baby, I can tell
it'll be all right from now on ... I can just feel it in my cock!
And I've arranged a little surprise for you, darling, and you're
going to love it all the more, now ..."
     The two married lovers fell back into the mattress entwined
in each other's arms, and they lay there together clutching and
stroking at each other's flesh all through the dinner hour, and
almost past dusk.



                            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,

From grobert@soho.ios.com Wed Sep 04 17:07:05 1996
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: HusbHoby 8/8  "A Husband's Hobby"
From: grobert@soho.ios.com (TheEditor)
Date: Wed, 04 Sep 1996 07:07:05 -0800

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.



                            Chapter 8

     Natalie Jenkins leaned over the back of the chair and smiled.
She recognized the handwriting on the letter Mark was reading ---
it was the handwriting of his old college buddy, Stuart Brooks.
"What's he got to say this time, dear?" she asked playfully.
     "Listen to this, Nat," Mark began, reading from the letter.
"He's going to open the Camp for winter sports during Christmas
vacation, and he wants to know if we'd like to come up and be
teachers and counselors again.  What do you think?"
     The dark-haired math teacher looked away thoughtfully.  "What
kind of winter sports, Mark?  There are too many trees around
there for skiing."
     "Oh, I imagine Stu could think of some indoor sports ---
especially with you around," the friendly-faced husband grinned.
"Really, Nat, we ought to go up and help him out ...  Remember how
well those kids did on their psychological development tests,
after you gave them that photography lesson ..."  He winked
exaggeratedly and the dark-haired young woman laughed aloud.
     "Let's look at those pictures, Mark," she purred
suggestively.  They'd poured over the lewd color prints many, many
times since they returned from Weatherly-Brooks Summer Camp for
Boys.  At first, Natalie had thought she would be repulsed or
offended by the obscene, compromising shots of herself, but after
she had gone over them all with her loving husband at her side,
she had to admit that she became definitely aroused by them.
     Mark nodded his agreement and went into the bedroom where he
kept the photos handy in the top drawer of his dresser.  They were
in a well-worn folder, and several of the prints were caked with
sticky dried cum, from the times they had fucked during one of
their reminiscing sessions.
     Natalie eagerly slid in beside her husband in the big
armchair, pulling the lamp over closer so they could see the
pictures clearly.  She squirmed excitedly as he opened the sheaf
of perhaps fifty photographs, and her pupils dilated as she saw
the first shot come into view.  It was one of the first roll,
taken in the Camp Director's office, and she was leaning back on
the desktop with her legs arched up on either side of her sunlit
pussy.  She leaned down to study the glistening pink folds of
hair-framed flesh, wondering that such a tiny slit could expand so
much as to accept a huge blood-engorged cock.
     "God, your cunt's tight, Nat," Mark said thoughtfully,
looking hard at the suggestive pose in the picture.  He hastily
flipped through the rest of the office shots until he came to the
series taken up on the hillside, the pictures of his wife being
fucked every which way by six lustful adolescent boys.
     "Shit, I wish I'd been there that day," he remarked.  He was
looking at a close-up of the coralline flanges of Natalie's cunt-
lips nibbling around the perimeter of an anonymous cock that was
pulling out of her vagina.  The cords of his wife's thighs were
shadowed by the sun as they stood out under her smooth soft flesh,
and they seemed to be pulling at the sensually moist slit to hold
it open for the violating penis.  This photograph was one of his
favorites, and it was coated with a thin film of semen, which he
had tried unsuccessfully to wipe off after an afternoon of
masturbating to the snapshot.
     "Mmmmm, I wish you'd been there, too, Mark," Natalie crooned,
rubbing up against her husband's shoulder with her face.  "We'd
have loved it so much more together ..."  She looked down at the
picture of her widespread anus where someone had stuck his finger
in her virginal rectum.  She hadn't known it at the time, but the
finger had belonged to her first illicit young lover, Jason
Powell, the boy her husband had secretly picked out for her to
use.  She remembered how it had been uncomfortable at the time,
and then she smiled smugly when she thought how much she had
enjoyed anal fucking, ever since that one orgiastic night on the
beach after the campfire.
     "Let's go in the bedroom, Mark," she suggested, looking up
into his face from under her long brushy eyelashes.  "I want to
see if we can remember some of the positions ..."
     Mark laughed aloud when he heard her weak excuse.  He knew
damn well she could remember every single position clearly, for
they had been fucking with these pictures ever since they had
returned from the camp, two and a half months ago.  They'd
recreated in the flesh every single possible perversion of the
wildly exciting acts illustrated in the photographs, and recently
they'd even begun bringing young male students home from the
classes they taught in the city high school.  Already two or three
of the youths had agreed to come over on a regular basis, and
Natalie and Mark looked forward to those afternoons more than any
others.
     But today, they were alone, and they wanted to enjoy their
lustful solitude with the sensual stimulation of the lewd,
provocative photographs of Natalie Jenkins and her enthusiastic
young lovers fucking her in every way imaginable.  They smiled
meaningfully as they gathered up the pictures and carried them
back into the bedroom, happily shedding clothing all along the
way.



                             The End

