Chapter 5

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.