Peter Jensen - A husband_s hobby

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.