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CHAPTER TWO

Natalie rose from the cushions almost as suddenly as she had sat down. The demanding tingle up between her legs refused to be quieted, tormenting her with its fiery, unfulfilled insistence. Oh, Lord, dear God, she groaned silently. I'll never be able to stand this… She paced the living room of the staff cabin nervously, glancing every so often at the intercom switchboard that had so rudely interrupted her quest for orgasmic release. Her inner thighs seemed to be burning as she rubbed them nakedly together when she walked. She could feel the crotch-band of her panties soaking warmly with her still-oozing lubricating fluids as her whole belly ached with need.

Finally, in desperation the beautiful young brunette headed urgently toward her bedroom, plopping herself down across the double bed that she and her husband shared at Weatherly-Brooks Camp. Her hands flew up to the tips of her thrusting breasts, tweaking them gently through the stiff material of her camp blouse. She began to unbutton the uniform with one hand while the other crept down to the crotch of the short-shorts, rubbing sensuously over the rise of her pubic mound. It was something she had been trying to avoid during the whole three months of Mark's and her problem, but it was something she could no longer prevent. She had to have satisfaction.

Loosening the blouse, Natalie slipped her fingers under the sheer fabric of her bra to knead the soft, warm flesh of her breasts, pinching the pliant nipples to rubbery tightness. Her mind spun over the numerous young male bodies she could remember from her three years of teaching at the urban high school, and she picked several out for their fantastic, healthy looking magnetism. The black-haired teacher couldn't help but think of their bodies now, their firm-muscled chest and long, sinewy thighs, their tightly flexed young buttocks and… and… oh, God! their delicious long hard cocks!

Although the young woman had never actually succumbed to the temptation of her unwitting young pupils, Natalie had dreamed and fantasized about them so often that she felt as if she had actually known them, in all their youthful naked splendor. And her mind-visions were made all the more tangible now by the recent, so near and yet so far stimulation of a real flesh-and-blood youth, the fourteen year old boy whom her husband had sent to pick up a book.

Dear God! the lust-crazed woman repeated to herself as she squirmed into the mattress with her hips. I was so close! And Jason Powell was really here, right here between my legs, and his lovely thick cock was right up in my pussy, God! Right up there in my belly!

Her long shapely legs began to scissor open and shut in remembered lust as she hurriedly unzipped her shorts and slid them down over her hips to land beside the bed on the floor. Her thin nylon panties were stuck drenched into the crevice between her firmly molded ass-cheeks, and she had to arch up off the bed to remove them. Reaching down the full length of her reclining body, she teased herself with a rhythmic pinching of her clitoris, fanning the burning passion that still remained from Jason's untimely departure. Her smooth rounded buttocks quivered tensely into the quilt-covered bed until she could feel the raised seams of the patchwork rubbing against the tender swelling vaginal lips. At the almost electrical contact, her breath quickened into a soft panting, and the fiery passionate yearning blossomed ever more insistently in her loins.

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.

The pretty black-haired woman dressed herself quietly, keeping her ears alerted for any sound in the adult staff cabin. If anyone was in now, he might have heard her abandoned cries of a few minutes ago, and he might become suspicious. Normally, she knew, all the adult camp staffers should be occupied with their afternoon duties; it was only four, and everyone but Natalie and Lucille Wells was assigned to some afternoon activity or another. And the wife of the marine biology expert stayed in the trailer that she and her husband shared at the edge of the camp grounds.

Natalie sighed in relief as she stepped out of her room and went down the hall to the living room. She had some planning to do for her 3-R's classes tomorrow, and she had some ideas that she wanted to have approved by Stuart Brooks, the Camp Director and a friend of her husband's. She knew that Mr. Brooks should be down in his Director's Office until five, and she had planned to speak to him this afternoon.

As she gathered her lesson plans from one of the bookshelves in the living room, Natalie wondered ashamedly whether her face or her appearance would in any way give a clue as to her salacious activities this afternoon. It was important not only to her, but to her husband Mark as well, that the Camp Director be completely satisfied with their work here. He had been reluctant to hire Natalie in the first place, because he had wanted to preserve the all-male feeling of the boys' camp. In fact, it had been almost a favor to Mark that he had accepted their applications, and the beautiful young teacher was afraid that she now understood the true reason behind Stuart Brooks' reluctance.

Well, she thought resolutely, the only thing I can do is hope no one finds out… I've got to at least act responsible or someone will get suspicious.

Taking her lesson plans and her classroom proposals, the curvaceous camp teacher stepped out of the cabin into the bright sunlight. She squinted her big brown eyes against the brightness, so she couldn't see the boys whose voices she heard distinctly.

"Honest to God?" one said.

"You're shittin' me…! Aren't you?" asked another incredulously.

"Fuck no! I swear to God, he was fuckin' it to her like some kind of super-stud!"

Natalie started. It was unlikely that the teenagers were referring to Jason and herself, she knew… But why hadn't she thought of this before? What was to prevent young Powell telling his friends what he'd done to Mark Jenkins' wife when he'd been sent to get the book? Oh, God, please! the woman begged silently. Please don't let Jason be indiscreet… please don't let him say anything…