Chapter 1

The first thing Mrs. Natalie Jenkins noticed about young Jason Powell was that he looked remarkably mature for a boy of only fourteen. She studied his tall, muscular form and his intense blue eyes in wonderment, finding it difficult to believe that such an obviously well-equipped young man would need the services of Weatherly-Brooks Summer Camp for Boys.

Weatherly-Brooks was supposed to be a project to help under-privileged or emotionally immature youths prepare themselves for the important transition from eighth grade to high school. It was conducted during the summer before the boys entered the ninth grade, and it included programs of academic and social instruction as well as the traditional sports and recreation activities usually associated with summer camps.

This was Natalie's first summer with the Weatherly-Brooks Camp, and she had, somehow expected the boys to be much younger-looking than Jason Powell. As he stood patiently in the doorway of the teachers' and counselors' cabin, the tall, brunette three R's teacher couldn't hide her pleased amazement, and it was several moments before she said anything.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Jason," she began breathlessly. "You are Jason Powell aren't you? My husband said you had to pick something up..." Her words sounded hurried and nervous, but the good-looking teenager appeared not to notice.

"Yes, Ma-am, I am... Mark — er, Mr. Jenkins — said that you knew where he kept his... um..." The tousled blond youth suddenly stopped talking, his cherubic, as-yet untanned face staring in innocent fascination at the beautiful wife of the Camp's nature guide. In all his young life he had never seen a woman so beautiful. Mrs. Jenkins was wearing a simple green Camp-outfit, but her tits were so huge that they stuck out even through the stiff cotton fabric. And the short-shorts that matched the blouse seemed to have been deliberately designed with the gorgeous teacher in mind. They clung to her provocative hips and buttocks like a second skin, and they were so short that the entire length of her slender, show-girl legs was exposed to the young boy's gaze. On her feet she wore simple sandals, having removed the regulation hiking boots after her morning teaching assignment was finished. Jason looked her up and down with frank admiration, before he realized that she was aware of his prurient interest.

"What was it Mr. Jenkins wanted you to pick up, Jason?" Natalie asked quietly, but with a firm tone in her voice. She hadn't had Jason as a student yet, but since the classes changed every week, she would doubtless see him in the classroom soon, and there was no point in letting his adolescent interest get out of hand.

"The... um... his... The thing that he uses to test for poison... I mean, the book..." The teenager's face was beginning to flush with embarrassment, as he groped his stunned young mind for the object of his visit. He raised his eyes to look pleadingly into Natalie's lovely face for help, but when he met her big, doe-like brown eyes he quickly averted his own. In his fresh young mind he didn't know what was bothering him, but he knew that he had forgotten completely what the nature guide wanted him to pick up from his wife.

"The poison plants book?" Natalie guessed. "Or was it the guide to edible foliage?" Although her husband had told her by intercom that he was sending a boy to the teachers' and counselors' cabin for something, the ancient communications equipment was so unreliable that his voice had been completely obscured by static. All she knew was that Jason Powell was coming for something.

But the poor lad was at a loss for words. Although he was a good head taller than the young woman, Natalie suddenly had the urge to wrap her arms around him and comfort him in his distress. She knew it was a motherly response, and inwardly she wondered if she would ever have children of her own.

Oh, dear Lord, she thought momentarily. Why does it have to be this way? What am I doing wrong? She was thinking about her handsome, earnest husband, to whom she had been married only a year. The way things were going right now, it looked as though they would never have a family, and the thought tore the twenty-five year old woman's heart out. She had mulled over the horrible, incomprehensible consequences that could result from her problems, but she tried to banish the thoughts from her mind. Stepping down from the doorstep, she laid her hand on young Jason's shoulder. "Why don't you come in and sit down for a minute? I'm sure you'll remember what Mr. Jenkins wanted."

The blonde boy nodded gratefully and hesitantly followed the voluptuous teacher into the cabin. The natural pine-wood building was small, with a central living room off which the various hallways and bedrooms for the camp's adult staff led. Since most of the staff members were both teachers and guides or counselors, no one was in the cabin during the afternoon except the black-haired academic teacher. She invited her young guest to sit down in one of the comfortable bean-bag cushions that dotted the sparsely-furnished living room.

"Can I get you something to drink, Jason?" the brunette offered graciously. Part of the camp's program was to help give the boys confidence in themselves as human beings, and Natalie was in the habit of being polite to all her young students.

"Um... okay," the muscular youth replied with a nervous smile. His long, down-covered legs were bunched up awkwardly on the low bean-bag pillows, and underneath his regulation camp shorts, the teacher was shocked to notice that he was surprisingly well-hung. The slightly visible bulge of his sleeping penis was outlined by the khaki bermuda-length pants, and just below it, the two spheres of his balls were clearly pressuring against the crotch seam. Natalie gasped on her way to the communal refrigerator, vowing that she would not look at Jason's genitals again, no matter how obvious they were when he sat with his legs up like that. God, Nat, she scolded herself. You've got to get a hold on yourself.

As she poured iced tea for herself and the boy, the black-haired teacher shook her head in amazement. She supposed that her uncontrollably salacious thoughts were partially due to the problems she and her husband had been having, but she had never imagined that they might have gone this far! To think that she was actually staring at a young student's loins that way! God help me!

When she came back in to the cozy living room with the drinks, Natalie made a point of sitting beside Jason, rather than across from him where she would surely be tempted to feast her eyes on his healthy virile groin area. But as she settled into the gigantic cushion, Natalie was uncomfortably aware of the warm heat that seemed to be radiating from the youth's body. Am I imagining it, or is he actually getting turned on? She was afraid to turn her eyes in the direction of the boy, but she heard his breath beginning to come in shorter faster heaves, almost as if he was panting. And the cushion on which they both slat seemed to be vibrating now, as if Jason's heart was beating faster... Oh, God, don't let it be happening, the woman pleaded internally. It's only the second day of camp.

Frantically, the young wife searched her mind for something appropriate to say. She couldn't bring up the boy's errand again, for fear of jeopardizing his self-esteem, if he still didn't remember what he had been sent for. But at the same time, she couldn't let him sit here all afternoon, either. Her husband obviously needed whatever it was, or he wouldn't have sent the teenager back to get it. Finally, making her voice sound as normal as possible, Natalie said, "What were you and the rest of the boys doing this afternoon?"

Jason started at the sound of her honey-sweet voice, but he quickly summoned up the wherewithal to respond. "Oh, well, Mark — I mean Mr. Jenkins — was taking us on a sort of nature hike. He said it would help us pass the wilderness survival test at the end of camp. He was explaining about some of the plants around here, and there was this flower... a purple kind of long thing... and... and. Again the blonde youth's explanation seemed to fade off into nothing. His blue eyes had inadvertently slipped down from the woman's beautiful face and were now resting securely on her sensuous breasts, watching excitedly the way they rose and fell with every breath she took. A boyish groan escaped the youth's chest.

"You know what, Mrs. Jenkins?" he said boldly, with unprecedented suddenness. "I think you're too beautiful to be a camp teacher." He made the complaint in all sincerity, and Natalie turned to him in frank surprise.

"Why, thank you, Jason," she said with a healthy blush, "but I certainly don't know what you mean."

"Well, I've been to summer camps before," he said expansively. "Not this one, but other ones... And the ladies they have there are always old hags, like Miss Thatcher." Jason made an innocent reference to the camp cook and nutritional expert, a middle-aged, rather plump woman who had worked the camp's kitchen ever since Mr. Weatherly and Mr. Brooks had started the camp nearly ten years ago. It wasn't that Miss Arlene Thatcher wasn't well-liked by the staff members and teachers or even the boys, for that matter — but she wasn't exactly a model specimen of the female of the human species. The only other woman at the summer camp for boys was Lucille Wells, the wife of the marine biology expert. She reluctantly taught a class in leather-working during the morning school sessions, but otherwise, the snobbish blonde woman stayed out of sight, so none of the boys really got to appreciate her classic, upper-crust beauty.

Natalie turned toward Jason and smiled warmly, daring to press the boy's sinewy hand with her own. "That's very kind of you, Jason although I wouldn't exactly call Miss Thatcher a hag. She's really quite a remarkable person..." The raven-haired beauty was about to go on, but she could see by the look in the blonde boy's eyes that he had already tuned out what she was saying. He was visually feasting on her generous insufficiently-hidden curves, and his mouth was hanging open in awe.

For several seconds, the teacher's concentration lapsed, and she looked to the crotch of Jason's camp shorts, frankly watching the long, hard bulge that had begun to strain slightly against the fabric. He's getting a hard-on... She raised her huge, moist brown eyes to his face again, helplessly inclining toward the youth's trembling virile body as she subconsciously let her fresh ruby red lips fall open. God, he's so beautiful, and so excited...

All at once the youth lunged toward her, gathering her into his quiveringly strong arms and crushing his lips down onto her mouth. She had teased him beyond his limited endurance, and finally his defenses had collapsed.

The beautiful dark-haired woman trembled and struggled weakly as delicious erotic sensations began to ripple through every nerve in her body, but she knew it was useless. She had accidentally tantalized the youth by her voluptuous nearness, and now he was behaving like a lust-crazed man. Natalie's mind flashed with the memory of how Mark's body had once excited her like this and she hurriedly pushed the thought out of her head. This wasn't Mark, but rather one of Mark's young charges. She felt his stone-hard cockshaft pulsing against the softness of her uniform-covered belly as he held her breathlessly tight against his young body. She thought crazily that he might have gone insane with his adolescent lust, and the realization made her suddenly more sober.

She pushed away from his heated embrace with jerky, urgent motions. "Jason, I-I'm sorry," she said pantingly. With a desperate thrust she broke free of the heated, charged embrace, adding, "If you can't remember what my husband wanted you to get, maybe you'd better go back to the group and find out."

The blonde teenager's face was full of mixed sorrow and confusion, as he felt the clear rejection in the woman's tone. He didn't see how she could be mad, just ten seconds ago she had been erotically returning his kiss! He regarded her inquiringly for a few moments, while she awkwardly stood up to get herself away from his young tantalizing body. Then he said, "Well, you could call him on the intercom, Mrs. Jenkins... That way I wouldn't have to go so soon."

Natalie had to smile at the undeniable logic of the boy's suggestion. Of course... The intercom switchboard was right against the wall next to the fireplace, and every camp counselor and teacher had a transmitter-receiver on his belt. It was originally supposed to be a safety measure for groups going out on long hikes or star-gazing expeditions, but over the years the use of the intercom system had proliferated until it was used almost as often as a telephone in the city. The equipment was out-dated and often useless, but still... Jason was right... Mark could be contacted much more easily over the intercom than if the fourteen year old boy had to go out after him.

Jason was encouraged by the older woman's smile, which he misinterpreted for acquiescence. He literally jumped up from the cushion and grabbed the young teacher around the waist, pulling her down roughly onto the squashed-out pillows.

"Oh, God, thank you, Mrs. Jenkins," he murmured hotly in her ear. His hands were now shamelessly massaging her firm rounded buttocks under her tight shorts, squeezing them and kneading them with a hypnotic rhythm that jarred her from her head to her foot. More and more the insane, unpredictable desire which had been subtly building in her was taking control of her mind and emotions. She wanted him desperately and was becoming less and less able to consider the logical consequences.

"Jason, please listen... I just have to try to reach Mark... on the intercom..." But her words were belied by her actions, as she relinquished herself up to his powerful embrace and he showered her face and neck with kisses of fumbling adolescent fervor. Her loins were growing warm and she wavered in his embrace as though she was caught between breaking away and giving herself over completely to the unexpected pleasurable sensations. Sensing her weakening resistance, Jason rolled her over on the pillow so she was on her back, and he gripped her ankles to spread them apart. Beneath the crotch of her short shorts, the boy saw tiny dark tendrils of her soft curling pubic hair, wisping out around the folded cuffs of the leg-bands.

Natalie tried again to regain some semblance of demeanor. She vaguely thought she should close her thighs, but her body strangely ignored her commands. Instead, her body seemed to be controlling her brain, sending lewd messages to taunt her conscience. Ooooooh, how long has it been? God, Mark and I haven't made love... oh, God! Is it really two weeks? She gazed glassy-eyed at the youth standing over her, watching with a dazed expression while he hastily removed the khaki shorts and the screen-printed T-shirt of the camp's hiking uniform. Her eyes traveled hungrily over his naturally golden-skinned muscular form and a tingle of forbidden excitement coursed through her as she sensed the power in his young body. Then she involuntarily shivered as her gaze fell on the thick, hard penis that stood out from beneath his flat stomach like a heavy, blunt spear. Natalie remembered how often she had looked at young boys in her classes in the city, secretly wondering just what their adolescent, undeveloped organs would look like. Perhaps half the size of Mark's, she had always thought, slimmer and shorter and maybe not as granite hard...

But as she stared at Jason Powell's heavily bloated penis she inhaled sharply in surprise. Oh Lord, it's huge! I can't believe he's only fourteen. She thought briefly of her first impression of him as he stood at the doorway of the cabin, and she knew now where that impression had come from. Jason Powell might be emotionally a young boy, but physically — physically, he was every bit as developed as a man twice his age. The lovely black-haired woman found herself wondering how Jason's little teenaged girlfriends managed to take that gigantic solid rod of flesh into their tender inexperienced pussies, and it suddenly dawned on her that she, herself, was going to be asked to do that very thing. But that's impossible! It's got to be too big...

"Listen, Jason," Natalie began again, "I don't know what you think I'm doing, but... but..." Her eyes rested on the lewdly waving cock. "I don't think... that... you understand..."

Jason made it quite clear that he didn't want to understand the beautiful woman's protests. In place of his previously cherubic expression, the boy now had a look of animalistic lust. He reached his trembling fingers down and stroked over the bare flesh of her arms and neck, insinuating his fingertips into the open neckline of her cotton blouse. His body jerked when he felt the gigantic quivering orbs of her lushly firm breasts, and he began to claw at the buttons of the blouse. Natalie squirmed helplessly as she caught sight of the intercom switchboard and remembered that her husband would be looking for this boy if he didn't go back to the nature hike pretty soon. But at the same time, she was enjoying his youthful fervor in undressing her, and she didn't even feel embarrassed when she felt him yank her blouse out of the waistband of the matching shorts.

"Holy shit, Mrs. Jenkins!" the youth panted as he groped behind her back for the hook of her bra. His fingers were surprisingly nimble as he deftly unclasped the sheer white undergarment, whipping it out from underneath her body so he could read the size label in the back. "Holy shit!" he exclaimed. "36D! Jesus, Mrs. Jenkins, I've never seen a chick with a D-sized tits before! Oh, Jesus, God, fuck!"

As his tongue was unconsciously rolling off admiring obscenities, Jason fell forward over the woman and fastened his mouth firmly over one large brown nipple. She groaned in excited pain at his unintentional harshness, but the boy was too engrossed in his luscious task to notice. His wet lips roamed eagerly over the heaving ivory mounds, causing a twitch of blissful sensation to rock her loins below. Her tensed buttocks relaxed and began to rotate slowly into the yielding pillow below.

The young boy's hands and lips played over the sensitive flesh of her upper torso, his eyes burning with desire. Tiny goose-bumps sprang out over the whiteness of Natalie's smooth flesh as her muscles tensed with her mounting fervor.

"Nnnnnggggg... ugh... shit, Mrs. Jenkins... you got the best tits of any chick in the world... God damn! I sure would like to fuck your pussy, Mrs. Jenkins!"

Natalie stiffened at the sound of the teenager's lewd words, and yet the very lasciviousness of them excited her even more, until she knew she was losing whatever control she had had over what was occurring in the cozy living room of the teachers' and counselors' cabin. She could feel the warm moisture spreading outward from her curl-fringed cuntal lips to dampen the crotch of her short camp shorts, and she tried to press her legs together to ease the tantalizing burning sensation that was licking madly at the pit of her stomach.

Jason's hungry kisses and maddening manipulations of her blazing flesh was turning her entire body into a knotted bundle of raw nerve endings, filling her with a passion that she was powerless to check. A tiny cry of delight rose from her throat as his hands seized both of her throbbing breasts and squeezed them together like straining grapefruit until the two rosy nipples met and his hungry mouth enveloped them both at the same time. Tiny pinpricks of delicious feeling raced through the miniature erections as he rolled each nipple around with the wet tip of his pointed tongue. She could feel his warm, moist breath move softly over her chest and throat as he lifted his head to lock his mouth wildly against hers.

Natalie tried for a moment to squirm away, to make one last valiant effort to put a stop to this salacious seduction. But she was no longer able to command the strength to counter his powerful young male grip, as he held her firmly pinioned beneath his rippling young nakedness.

The voluptuous brunette soon forgot about the fact that Jason would be missed from his hike, she forgot about her decision to call Mark over the camp intercom system — she forgot everything except the delicious shafts of pleasure piercing through her flesh like tiny pricking needles of fire. All that mattered was the unbelievable joy of having this glorious young boy's lusty body against her own tingling flesh. His hands slipped down from her solid bulging breasts to fondle her hips and trace the lovely outlines of her full-rounded buttocks under her shorts.

"God, you're gorgeous! Fuckin' A... my balls are gonna pop off if I don't get to fuck you pretty quick!"

His hoarse panting voice and impossibly obscene language had the effect of exciting the young teacher into submission. She threw her arms up greedily and wound them around his neck, pulling his muscular torso deeper into the soft white mounds of her breasts. She was a slave to the surges of hot longing that made her ache to have him inside her and there was no thought in her mind but anticipation for the moment he would thrust his long, hard shaft deep into her needful vagina. She knew she could not bear to wait another instant and she reached down to unzip the front placket of her camp shorts.

Moments later, she kicked free of the garment, baring the lower half of her erotically exciting body, and Jason pulled her tightly up against him. Natalie's body was lost in the fire of the moment and every muscle was tensed as she strained her loins upward in an effort to capture the huge rod of flesh that pressed tightly against the soft flesh of her thighs. The blond-haired youth levered her legs back onto the cushion, then pried her thighs apart and settled between them, positioning his body in a push-up position over her prostrate form.

Natalie could see the boy hovering over her through her lust-glazed eyes, and she felt the hugeness of his hot fleshy hardness lying against the full length of her trembling vaginal slit. The lurching head of his stone-hard cock rested throbbingly between her widespread buttocks, insinuating itself up and down the sweat-moistened crevice in a teasing motion that sent her hips twisting upwards in a desperate attempt to capture the hard, lust-engorged tip that would fill her aching need. Her belly was screaming out to be filled — she had to have it in her!

At last, in a panic of frustration, she reached her hands down between their bodies and grasped the full length of the boy's rampant cock. Her tightly-closed fist stroked up and down along the thick hard shaft for a moment, feeling its heaving pulse against her soft palms and the warm sticky fluids that oozed in driblets from the blood-inflated head. She carefully guided it into the valley of her buttocks, positioning it between the mucous-covered flanges of her coralline vagina. She steadied it there with one hand and placed the other on the boy's buttocks, drawing with all her strength to pull it into her and let it drown the gnawing hot heat that burned out of control in her belly. Her eyes closed in ecstasy as she felt its first soft electrical contact against the sensitive ragged edges of her moist pussy, then she held her breath for what seemed like an eternity as she lay in utter wantonness beneath the teenager, waiting for him to impale her on the massive rod of his rigid penile flesh.