Peter Jensen - A husband_s hobby

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.