Peter Jensen - A husband_s hobby

"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.