Peter Jensen - A husband_s hobby

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.