Peter Jensen - A husband_s hobby

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 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.

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."