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CHAPTER FIVE

Wednesday afternoon, Natalie Jenkins boldly approached Stuart Brooks with her burning question. It was outside the classroom that she had spotted him, not the ideal place for discussing an inquiry of such a personal nature, so she agreed to his suggestion that they discuss it in the staff cabin. The voluptuous teacher felt a stab of apprehension about speaking to the Camp Director alone in the deserted adult accommodations, especially after what had happened yesterday. But she had to know. She couldn't live another minute without knowing what was going to become of all those obscene snapshots the older man had taken of her.

"Really, dear, it's nothing," Stuart began by assuring her, once they were safely inside the cabin door. He sat down in one of the bean-bag pillows and propped his forearms on his knees as he waited for Natalie's response.

The black-haired woman was intensely conscious of Stuart's steely blue eyes roving up and down her barely concealed curves, and his frank appraisal annoyed her. Hadn't he seen enough of her in the perverted, humiliating acts he had perpetrated upon her?

"It sure as hell is something!" she contradicted hotly. "You've got a whole camera full of pictures of me, and I want to know why!"

"Calm down, my dear. There's no need to get angry. It's really quite simple and nothing for you to worry about…"

Natalie threw her hands up in despair and paced the bare floor of the pine-paneled living room. "Nothing for me to worry about?! Stuart, I'm a married woman. Married! And you think there's nothing to worry about?"

"You're not the first," the Camp Director said softly.

"Not the first what?" she countered suspiciously. The suggestiveness in his tone was frightening.

"Not the first married woman who's ever cheated on her husband," he replied simply, calmly.

The black-haired teacher's face reddened. Surely Stuart knew that she had been totally helpless and subjugated against her will during that enforced orgy yesterday afternoon. Didn't he? Surely he couldn't consider that freak accident as cheating on her husband. But in the back of her mind, Natalie was still conscious of that other time… that other indiscretion, with lovely Jason Powell. That was cheating on Mark, and she knew it in her conscience, whether the Camp Director knew or not.

"St-Stuart," she stammered. "I d-don't know what you're talking about… That… that… yesterday… That was a deliberate trick you pulled on me, and I won't be held responsible for that!"

. "Nobody's holding you responsible for anything, dear," the bachelor said quietly. "I don't see why you should get so upset."

"If you're not holding me responsible, then why did you take all those pictures?" Natalie challenged evenly.

"That's my business," the director answered, but the young teacher caught instinctively the hint of uncertainty in his voice. The answer was a weak one, and she felt if she probed further, she could get to the real motive.

"And mine," she said quickly. "The pictures are of me, remember? And I know you didn't take them for photography class."

Stuart cocked his eyebrow in Natalie's direction. His face wore an expression that was purely speculative, as if he was mulling over the various possibilities in his mind. It was a long time before he spoke, and the teacher was becoming scared that maybe she had demanded to know too much.

Finally, the Camp Director inhaled deeply and sighed. "Well, Natalie," he said, "it seems that you're not going to give up. I want to remind you that I warned you not to ask…"

"Okay, okay," she replied impatiently, "just tell me!"

"I took the pictures on commission, you might say… for a client."

The young wife was beside herself with confusion. She waved her arms futilely in the air, as her mouth opened and closed as if she was trying to speak. When she did, her voice was choked and strained, "A client? Y-you mean someone is b-buying pictures of me? Who? Why? How did they know where to find me? God, Stuart, wh-what's going to happen to them?"

"Shh, not so fast," Stuart soothed. "No one's buying the pictures yet…"

"Yet?" Natalie's face suddenly twisted into a horrified expression of comprehension. "Are th-they for… blackmail?"

The Camp Director smiled indulgently at the woman's naive and innocent fear. "No, they're not for blackmail. I told you not to ask… It's a private arrangement between me and… a friend of mine. My friend has no intention of hurting you, Natalie…"

"God!" she cried out in sudden frenzy. "Who? Wwwhhhooo?!"

"Mark."

Natalie's face drained of all color and her body seemed to freeze in mid-step where she had been pacing the room. She pressed her lips together resolutely to stutter, "M-M-Mmm-?"

Stuart nodded. "Mark… He asked me to take the pictures…"

In the semi-privacy of her bedroom, the confused wife tried to sort things out in her mind. She knew that Stuart Brooks was hovering just outside the door in the hallway, but at least he wasn't in the room to see her slumping into the mattress of her bed. Mark! Her first reaction was that it was impossible. How could her own husband ever want to share her with anyone, if he really loved her? And even if he didn't mind sharing her, why would he want to see the lewd, incriminating evidence of color photographs? It just didn't make sense at all!

But the more she turned the idea over in her mind, the more Natalie became convinced that it was possible. Mark had been acting strangely ever since they had come up to Weatherly-Brooks Summer Camp for Boys. First it had been Jason Powell. Natalie remembered how her husband had deliberately asked her what she had thought of him, even though he was supposedly only picking up a book. And then there had been Mark's inexplicable cooperation in the obviously pre-planned little expedition yesterday. She would have expected that her loving husband would have flatly refused to let her go up into the hills with six boys and a camera-toting adult lecher… but Mark had not only gone along with the plan, he had actually encouraged it!

"Well, that damn bastard!" she whispered huskily.

"You okay, Natalie?" came Stuart's question from out in the hall.

The woman's face was smoldering with gathering anger. He actually planned it! Mark really deliberately planned it! And after telling me we were coming up here to save our marriage! The gall! Her reply to the Camp Director was dark and sultry.

"I'm fine, Stuart darling… just fine," she purred in a syrupy voice. "Come in and see for yourself."

"Hmph!" the bachelor remarked in surprise. When Natalie had fled the living room a few moments ago, she had seemed on the verge of tears, but the voice from the bedroom was anything but tearful. Never one to miss an opportunity, he gently pushed open the door and went into Natalie and Mark Jenkins' private sleeping quarters.

The woman's mind was still racing vengefully, but her face was now calm and peaceful. She was lying on her side in a provocative pose, her long bare legs crossed sensuously and her camp blouse unbuttoned almost to the waist.

"Really, Stu, I'm fine now," she whispered silkily. "I'm so glad you told me the truth… It makes everything so easy, now…"

The Camp Director was a little shaken by the sudden change in her attitude. He stood in the doorway, saying, "Natalie, I don't think you quite understand Mark didn't…"

She raised a slender hand to silence him. "I understand, Stu. Honestly, I do. And I'd like to give you a little token of my appreciation for telling me." She motioned him to come sit beside her on the bed.

The older man confusedly stumbled over to the double bed, standing stiffly at the head. Natalie smiled a bewitching, moist-lipped smile and grasped his clammy hand to bring him closer, and then she reached forward to clasp his fly zipper with the other hand. Her husband's friend started uncomfortably, but he didn't move away as the gorgeous, provocatively exposed young woman deftly removed his semi-hard penis from his shorts. She wrapped her slim hand around his huge masculinity and began to work it gently up and down, watching and feeling it grow gradually stiffer in her palm. Her eyes widened as the fat, red-fleshed head popped out from the thick foreskin as she manipulated his meaty cockshaft. As the Camp Director looked on incredulously, she pulled him even closer to the bed so that his thighs were resting against the edge of the mattress and his long excited cock was jutting proudly half-way across the pillow.

Natalie raised her pretty dark head. She slowly and tantalizingly opened her full red lips and let her tongue lap out teasingly in an obscene invitation to the man's now-pulsing cock. Stuart dared not move, for fear of startling the young woman and making her change her mind, but he could barely believe that this was the same woman who only ten minutes ago had professed to be the victim of a cruel gang-rape.

He didn't have long to wait, for Natalie inclined forward, opening her lips and immediately capturing the thick pole of flesh in her warm, saliva-moist mouth. She could feel the bulbous head sliding wetly along the full length of her tongue inside, the tiny droplets of seminal fluid seeping from it to fill the warm cavern of her mouth with its pungent salty taste.

Brooks began a slow undulation of his hips against the mattress, his thick cock slipping in and out of her mouth with a wet sluicing sound. His hands reached down tentatively to tangle in her hair, but as she responded thrillingly, he gripped the billowing black strands tightly and pulled them hard so her head thrust forward involuntarily. A cocky grin spread over his face as he looked down and saw his penis disappearing into his friend's wife's mouth, and it made him even prouder to know that she had insisted on it. He reached down to the front of her blouse and loosened it from her camp shorts, yanking it crudely off her shoulders so he could see the fleshy mounds of her breasts through the thin, diaphanous lace of her brassiere. His fingers kneaded her flesh hungrily as he watched his thick sword of flesh disappearing between her ovalled lips.

"Ssssshhhit!" he exclaimed in ecstatic amazement. "You sure do know how to give head, baby." Natalie began to run her tongue wetly around and around the smooth rubbery flesh of his cockhead, as her mind poured over her husband's betrayal. At first, her sultry, seductive manipulations of Stuart Brooks' cock had been offered in vengeance, as a deliberate punishment for her husband's deceit. But now, strangely, the young teacher began to feel a new emotion – the unmistakable arousal in her own loins. She began sucking to please, circling around the glans with her tongue and flicking teasingly with the tip at the tiny opening at the end. The sharp pungent taste and odor of the lubricating fluids seeping through from his rising excitement caused her mouth to salivate and her nostrils to flare out slightly. She reached out to cup the soft wrinkled sac of his testicles gently with one hand, grazing her long fingernails tantalizingly over the hairy flaccid flesh.

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.

As suddenly as he had shoved his fingers in, Stuart pulled them out of her. They seemed to slip out reluctantly from the warm passage, the pink clasping skin clinging to them until they popped out with a slight suction. Then, he dropped his head between her thighs and licked wetly at the crevice of her buttocks, moistening the tiny hole for the entry of his thick hard penis.

"Higher, squat up higher," he suddenly commanded, eager to complete the subjugation the beautiful brunette had purposely invited.

What now? Natalie thought, panic-stricken. Hadn't he humiliated her enough?

A tremor of fear passed through the teacher, but she obediently struggled to her knees, presenting the rounded white orbs of her buttocks up to the now wildly aroused Camp Director. He kneeled behind her widespread thighs, his rampant cock standing straight out with the head resting in her split furrow.

"Okay, guide my cockhead into your ass, Natalie," he gruffly instructed her. Natalie reached back through the arc of her open legs to take hold of his throbbing rock-hard shaft. A sudden expression of fear flashed over her features as her fingers wrapped around the massive girth of his cock and she realized for the first time the remarkable size of the fleshy pulsating rod. She stroked it slowly, the doubt clearly apparent on her face.

"Go on… The more you wait, the more it'll hurt… Your asshole is ready right now," Stuart prompted, grasping her hips to pull her back on him.

Natalie acquiesced to his inhuman command, placing the head of his blunt weapon of male flesh against the tight, hairless opening of her backside. She held her breath as she felt it begin to prod and realized that her fears had been well-founded. Stuart's cock was huge, she could never take that in her rectum, when even a child's finger was too big for the tiny-clenching hole. She tried to move away, but she nearly collided with the wooden headboard before she realized she was trapped.

The muscles in Stuart's stomach stood out as he strained forward and Natalie felt the soft probing between her buttocks grow into a hard, irresistible pressure against the tight rubber ring of her anus.

"Please don't, Stuart," Natalie gasped in final desperation. "Let me suck your cock… or fuck you properly… please…?" But her plea was cut off by her straining nether ring suddenly giving way before the pressure of the man's huge cockhead, and it popped inside with a sudden rush. A spasm of pain shot through Natalie's backside and she twisted instinctively away. Her buttocks were moving like a trapped animal thrashing to escape, but her jerks only served to wedge the thick gleaming penis more securely in her asshole.

Stuart watched her vain efforts to pull away, but he held her hips tightly and spoke in soft, reassuring tones, "Jesus, woman, can't you relax? It doesn't hurt, once you let your muscles go…"

All she could do was moan in response as he pressed his thighs forward to force his cock to slide in another inch. It was as if a monstrous tree trunk was being shoved relentlessly into her tiny, virginal rectum, and she didn't believe it was possible for her to relax around it.

"Shove your ass back, dear!" Stuart commanded, pulling on her voluptuously rounded hips in illustration. In desperate obedience she opened her ass with a deliberate effort and hunched back toward him. He hugged her hips tightly and pushed with all his strength against her futile resistance, his hard fleshy rod surging forward into her anus, pushing the soft velvety flesh of her nether passage in great waves before it.

Suddenly his loins smacked heavily into the softness of her buttocks. The punishing instrument was buried to the hilt in her widely stretching anus. She was hopelessly skewered on the meaty thickness of the older man's cock, and she groaned in mental anguish. She tried to squirm forward, down, up, or anywhere, in a desperate effort to avoid the horror and degradation of the depraved attack on her defenseless asshole, but all the while she knew she had asked for it, if not specifically, then by her seductive actions. Finally, her strength to resist failed, and her voluptuous white body kneeled limply, impaled on his stone-hard penis like a pinned insect.

Stuart, panting hoarsely behind her, began to saw rhythmically deep into the soft depths of her back channel, bringing mewling sobs of misery from the teacher's tortured lips. She had never felt so soiled and debauched in her life, and her whole backside felt wet and used as the Camp Director lunged the full length of his rod into her with long, smooth strokes. Then, Natalie decided that she had done the wrong thing in leading the older man on, and suddenly, she didn't want him to see the full extent of her humiliation. Forcefully, she resolved to hide her true feelings, at whatever cost was necessary.

Natalie began to undulate her buttocks in small tight circles, waving the white rounded cheeks of her ass back at her tormentor. To her amazement, she found that as she moved, the pain noticeably let up and became bearable, even strangely pleasant. Within moments, she found herself squirming and violently thrusting back to meet each obscene impalement as he jerked forward into her. Her hair waved around her face as she tossed her head from side to side above the pillow, baring her teeth back from her lips in masochistic joy as the huge cock bored far up into her bowels.

Kneeling above her, Brooks watched in aroused delight as his cock slid in and out of her widely-stretched anal passage, pulling tiny ridges of pinkly clasping flesh out with the base each time he withdrew for another asshole-splitting fuck up inside. His eyes locked on the tender inflamed opening and he began a series of torturing slamming thrusts that sent the thick, throbbing staff of his penis sinking in up to the hilt. His heavy testicles smacked rhythmically against her cunt below, bringing further whimpers of passion from between her tightly-clenched teeth.

Sweat beaded Natalie's forehead as she ground back on the asshole-skewering cock like a female demon, bucking and churning her body beneath him. "Oooohh… yeeesss," she crooned as the Camp Director pressed tight against her hotly grinding buttocks and rotated the heavily throbbing head of his cock around and around deep inside her rectum.

Her moaning added to Stuart's pleasure and, just to tease the beautiful woman, he pulled his embedded penis out of her almost to the tip and grinned as he saw her try to fuck back up over its rigid length.

The spectacle inflamed his own lust beyond his wildest expectation, and with a hoarse groan, he pulled her ass cheeks wide apart and drove his pelvis into her soft yielding buttocks with a hard, asscheek flattening smack. He began to fuck rapidly into her, hard and deep, battering her quivering backside with loud spanking slaps that resounded throughout the empty cabin. His sweating face dripped onto her lovely hollowing back, making it glisten in the afternoon light. His breath came in short angry gasps as he gripped the tops of her thighs with his fingers, squeezing with all his strength to pull her back over his heavily expanding cock like slipping a sleeve over an over-sized arm. He had lost control of his lust and he felt his cock expanding in the warmth of her wide-stretched rectum. His balls began to throb almost painfully and his cock felt as though it was about to burst apart in the rubbery tight grip of the beautiful woman's vise-like back passageway. Below him, Natalie was mumbling and whimpering incoherently into the bedspread and he increased the vigor and power of his strokes until he was buffeting her forward into the headboard with every brain-rattling lunge.

Natalie waved her ass salaciously back against his pounding thrusts. She wanted him to cum. She wanted him to shoot his great load of boiling creamy liquid sperm deep up into her hungrily waiting bowels. She could feel a growing wetness in the openly spread crevice of her ass, and there was no longer any hint of discomfort, but only a lovely feeling of being filled, more completely than she had ever been filled before. She bucked back happily against the huge shaft of flesh as she felt it throb into an even greater size, stretching the muscles of her rectum almost beyond capacity.

"Oooooaaaaah… fuck, fuck, fuck," she chanted deliriously. "Cum in my asshole… fuck and cum, fuck and cum…" Her nearly incoherent grunts accompanied the lewd, wet fucking of the fully expanded length of his rock-hard penis into her fully-stretched rectum, his body jerking convulsively, his hands tearing at her flesh in wild abandon.

Beneath his pounding body, Natalie felt the first powerful wave of his hot thick male semen shudder into the depths of her rectum. It surged through her body like a volcanic eruption, and she could feel the slight burning sensation of the saline solution spewing out and coating the cock-split walls of her asshole. The unfamiliar thrilling explosions set off her own climax almost simultaneously. She screamed out her release as the great tremor of pleasure from her hotly milking rectal channel ricocheted through the thin dividing membrane of her wildly undulating cunt-passage.

"Aaaaaauuuuhhhhh! Eeeeeiiiiiii yyyyyyooouuu… Mmmmmmm…" Her creamy orgasmic fluids gushed spasmodically out from her wildly erupting pussy walls, to seep out from her fur-rimmed cunt-lips and drench the Camp Director's tightly screwed in balls. His sperm trickled down the split of her buttocks to meet the rivulets of her own heated liquids, mingling with them in a single stream of dribbling cum, dripping down her inner thigh to fall in lewd sticky droplets on the patch-work bedspread below.

Natalie's body continued to thrash and clench involuntarily around the older man's ejaculating penis, and she hardly knew how long they quaked in their mutual orgasm. Finally, Stuart groaned with exhaustion and collapsed over her panting body, flattening her into the mattress. Natalie sighed in satiation as she felt his limp and deflated shaft of flesh slowly withdraw from her flooded bowels with a slight wet sucking noise as it slipped between the full white moons of her buttocks. The sudden rush of cool air washing over her steamy wetness made her shiver convulsively as Brooks rolled his weight off her body to lie beside her on the bed she shared with her husband.

She felt wet in her anus and slightly sore, but she had to admit that in a strange unvengeful way, she had enjoyed the debased act of sodomy. It was something she had never before even imagined doing, and something that even a short while ago she would not have considered. But her insane desire to pay Mark back for what she considered an inexcusable act of deceit had made it possible for Natalie to give in to the Camp Director's obscenely perverse desires, and now she was amazed to realize that it had actually been pleasant.

But even though her imagination was musing thoughtfully over the lustfully exciting experience, Natalie's conscience suddenly sprang back to life. It was as though she was waking up from a horrible dream, a dream which had seen her every moral fiber twisted and perverted out of shape. Suddenly, the young married woman became conscious of her own nakedness, and her nostrils flared at the unmistakable scent of her and Stuart's mutual orgasms. As she lay almost motionless beside the Camp Director, she could feel the fulfilled warmth emanating from his body, like a suggestive reminder of her depraved indiscretion. Slowly, the black-haired woman felt her face grow hot, and she squirmed subtly away from the naked body of her husband's friend.

God, oh God, she groaned inwardly, rolling over to the edge of the bed. What have I done? And what am I ever going to do now?

She was afraid to steal a glance in Stuart Brooks' direction now, even though the bed sagged under his weight as he unconsciously followed her across the mattress.

"Shit, baby," the older man was whispering, "that was fantastic. You were really fantastic… just like I knew you would be."

Natalie froze as she wondered what the Camp Director meant – he knew she would be. Didn't he already find out what I was like yesterday, in front of… the students? The very memory of yesterday afternoon's merciless humiliation at the hands and cocks of so many lecherous young boys filled the young teacher with new vengeance for her husband, because he had allowed it to go on. Now, however, she wanted to know what Stuart meant… Had he been in on it too, planning the whole afternoon with her husband?

The Camp Director laid a warm, soothing hand on the brunette wife's naked back. "Christ, I told him… I told him you were hot…"

"Told him? Told who?" Natalie countered suddenly, springing up into a sitting position on the edge of the bed. She crossed her hands in front of her heaving white breasts as she reached for her clothes on the floor with her toe. Leaning down quickly and carefully, she was able to retrieve her blouse before her lush nakedness was exposed too much to the muscular bachelor's gaze, and she hurriedly wrapped it around her slender curving torso and buttoned it in front.

Stuart watched her jerky nervous movements with an amused smile. She sure was a strange little cunt… one minute, she'd be as scared and innocent as a teenage virgin, and the next, she'd be practically charming your cock off with her alluring seduction. Now, she was becoming all moral again, and the Camp Director had to wait to see what she would do before he said anything more.

Angrily, the young teacher yanked on her lust-moistened panties and camp shorts, before standing up from the bed. Her dark brown eyes were flashing fire as she spoke, and Stuart was a little shocked. "Who did you tell, Stuart?" she demanded succinctly.

"Natalie…" the Camp Director began, shaking his head in confusion. "What's the matter?"

"For the third time, who did you tell that I was… was… h-hot?" It made her blush to repeat the embarrassing question, and her mind-screen flickered with visions of the energetic man giving a group of healthy male campers a lecture on the virtues of women, and she heard her own name being mentioned as one who was "hot".

"Christ, baby, I only told your husband…"

"My husband?!" the young woman screamed. "Oh, God, you can't be serious… Stuart, you just… Oh, God, you're lying, aren't you… You didn't tell Mark that you… that you… G-God… oohh…" Her voice trailed off into a disconsolate wail, and her face became pale and drawn as before. Listlessly, she motioned Stuart Brooks to leave her alone in her misery, and she almost chased him out of her bedroom without his clothes.

When she was alone, Natalie plopped back down on her mattress, her nose wrinkling with disapproval as she realized that the lusty odor of their mingled cum was still readily discernible. She took a hand towel and walked down the hall to the bathroom to wet it and put some hand soap on it so she could clean off the tell-tale droplets of sticky dry sex-juice from the bedspread. The quilted patch-work coverlet was still dark with the water after she had finished, but at least she had satisfied herself that the smell was no longer obvious. She didn't know what she would have done if Mark had come in from his hike and noticed it.

But then, she thought logically, what does he expect, anyway? He's the one who tried to set me up with all these young boys, isn't he? She suddenly felt angry again, and for a moment, she even wished that he had walked in on her and Stuart this afternoon, so he could have seen to what lengths his uncaring betrayal had driven her.

But as she mulled over the events of the day, Natalie found herself wondering just how much a part her husband had played in her lewd affairs. What if Stuart was telling her these things just to cover up his own lechery? What if – God, no! It can't be! – what if Stuart had been lying all along, telling a carefully calculated falsehood just to elicit the angry responses Natalie had so recently manifested?

Oh, Mark, I'm sorry… I'm sorry, she apologized mentally. I didn't know what to think, and it sounded so logical, the way Stuart said it, she explained, as if she was actually talking to her husband at that very moment. Her brain was almost numbed with the incredible overload of imaginings and worries that crowded it, and it nearly gave her a headache to try and sort out the confusion. She was so tense that she didn't dare venture out of her bedroom – she couldn't risk encountering any of the students or another staff member in the disorganized state she was in. The best thing to do, she knew, would be to sleep on her confusion and then think about it all later when her mind was fresh.

But she was too keyed up… There was only one answer. She tiptoed down the hall to the communal refrigerator in the cabin pantry, and pulled out the chilled bottle of wine that she had noticed on the first day. It didn't belong to her – alcoholic beverages were forbidden on the camp grounds – but it was all there was. She took it under her arm and hurried back to the bedroom without even stopping for a glass.

Natalie drank two-thirds of the wine, tipping it up to her lips like some kind of derelict, depraved woman…