Chapter 5
"You got it?" Julie asked.
"Oh, I got it all right," Steve said. He laughed and touched the camera under his arm, patting it as fondly as if it were a favored dog. "I got it real good, and nobody's going to get it away from me."
Julie laughed, tilting her head and smiling at the cloudless, windswept sky. Then the two of them walked as quickly as they could up from the counselors' area to Steve's tent. It was now a little before twelve noon. The breeze was blowing pleasantly, but in spite of it and the weather forecast of the night before it had turned out to be a very hot day. As they walked Steve and Julie's faces were flushed red with the heat, and they sweated profusely through their clothes. But neither one of them cared. For the past half hour the two teenagers had been kneeling quietly outside Bill Mitchell's tent, giggling softly under their breaths as they took picture after picture of the camp director ramming his bloated organ into Sharon Phillips' wetly gurgling cunt. The light inside the tent had not been particularly good. It had actually been almost dark in there, and Steve had had to fiddle with the camera's adjustments several times before he was sure he had the proper image. But he hadn't been school photographer for nothing, and neither he nor Julie had any doubt that the pictures would develop properly. And when they did develop both of them were sure they would be more than a little interesting.
"Hurry up," Steve said. He held open the canvas 'door' of his tent and gestured impatiently for Julie to enter. Then he stepped inside after her and drew the door shut again, fastening the chrome buttons to insure them as much privacy as possible. Grinning broadly, he knelt immediately on the ground inside the tent. As Julie watched him eagerly he flipped open the back of the camera, wound the spool and then removed the little cylinder housing the film.
"You sure they're okay?" Julie said nervously. She sat on Steve's cot and glanced futilely through the small plastic window in the canvas door, afraid that someone might be watching them. "I mean, they won't be underdeveloped or anything. You'll be able to tell by looking what's going on, huh?"
"You underestimate me, darling," Steve said humorously. He laughed and held up the film cylinder, holding it between his thumb and forefinger as if it were the world's largest diamond. "Serving as photographer in chief of the Jackson High School Weekly Clarion did teach me how to do more than shit in my pants. These pictures will not be underdeveloped, nor will they be overdeveloped. They will be absolutely, undeniably, exquisitely perfect!"
"Oh God," Julie sighed. She licked her lips excitedly and squirmed to the edge of the cot. "How many did you get, do you think?"
"Twelve," Steve replied quickly. He grinned and thrust the cylinder into the pocket of his shorts. "Twelve exceptional full color shots of our august camp director fucking your revered mother's pussy. Oh, excuse me; let me amend that. Eight shots of him fucking her. The first four shots are of him eating her out. And, of course, of her moaning. Moaning like a dog!"
"Oh God," Julie said. She sighed and shook her head, as if she could not believe their good fortune. "Oh God, this is really fantastic. Just too fucking much!"
"This," Steve said dramatically, "is a breakthrough. You know it is a breakthrough. I have been waiting for this for a month. For thirty solid days I have been following your mother around like my goddamn life depended on it. I have peered at her when she was undressing. I have tailed her from one end of the camp to the other. She has made me horny, and I have jacked off thinking about her! And that is all I have done, because for one solid month I was able to find nothing, repeat, nothing that would help me to get in between those superfine thighs of hers. And now, and now ... "
"Oh God," Julie repeated, sighing and shaking her head. "Fucking far out!"
"And now I have it!" Mark exclaimed. He patted the bulge of the cylinder in his pocket and looked at Julie wildly. "I have it, more than I could ever have hoped for! Because less than ten minutes ago, ten minutes mind you, ten minutes!—I saw your saintly mother in the act of fucking Bill Mitchell! And I have it on film! And I am going to blackmail her with it! I am going to blackmail her, and she will do anything, absolutely anything, I say!"
"What are you going to do?" Julie asked.
"What do you think I am going to do?!?!" Steve shot back, almost shouting. He looked at Julie wildly and pointed through the plastic window at one of the few wooden buildings on the camp ground, gesturing to it as a mountain climber might point towards Mount Everest. "Do you see that building out there?" he continued. "Well, there is a darkroom in that building. It is not exactly the best darkroom in the world, but it will do, and tonight I am going to break into it. I am going to develop those pictures. I am going to make two copies apiece, and stash the negatives, and believe me, every single one of them will be perfect! And then, tomorrow night, Mark and I are going to pay a little visit to your darling mother in her tent. We are going to show those pictures to her, every single perfect one. And we are going to tell her, if she does not do everything we say, we are going to send copies of those pictures to everybody from her neighbors to the goddamn local PTA!!!!"
"Oh God ... " Julie sighed.
"And then," Steve continued, his eyes bright and hard with an almost hysterical lust, "we are going to fuck her! We are going to fuck her all day and all night, just as long as we want to, in every sweet little hole in her gorgeous, gorgeous body! And she will let us fuck her, because she has to. If she doesn't, her life will be ruined. It's as simple as that."
"Oh God, Steve," Julie said. She bit her lip and looked at him sadly, as if she didn't want to ruin his happiness. "What about Mitchell?"
"Mitchell? Bill Mitchell?" Steve said. He repeated the name softly under his breath. Then his eyes glazed over, and all the enthusiasm seemed to leave his face at once, like a windless sail. Groaning, he dropped his hands to his sides and looked despondently at the floor. "Oh shit," he mumbled. "Mitchell."
"Sharon might talk to him about it, Steve," Julie pointed out sadly. "I mean, it's not like she'd be afraid to or anything. And he might not care if you threatened to blackmail him. Men are like that, you know, all their pride and stuff. He might just go after you and Mark and really work you over and make you tell him where the negatives are."
"Well shit, that's nothing," Steve said softly. He grimaced and looked at Julie desperately, hoping against hope that she'd agree with him. "Me and Mark were in football, junior varsity. We can kick his ass easy."
"Oh Steve, I really doubt it," Julie said miserably. "They say he used to be a big amateur boxer and stuff, and I know he's real strong."
"Yeah, but he doesn't want to lose his job, does he?" Steve asked pleadingly. "We could blackmail him too. We could send pictures to his boss, and then he'd get fired. He's been doing this for years; he doesn't want to lose his job, for Chrissakes!"
Julie bit her lip and shook her head sadly, reluctant to deliver the final rebuttal.
"He might not care," she said quietly. "It would be different if he were head of a corporation or something, but for a man his age camp director probably isn't any big thing. He might even want to lose it. Men are like that too, I guess."
"Well ... " Steve began. Then he realized he had nothing left to say, and what little happiness was left in his face faded away abruptly. "Oh, shit," he moaned. He put his head in his hands and rocked back and forth on the dirt floor of the tent, groaning like a wounded animal. "Shit, shit, shit!" he said bitterly. "Just when I thought I had her. Just when I thought ... oh fuck. God damn!"
"On the other hand," Julie said mischievously. She licked her lips and giggled shamelessly, her eyes brightening with her new idea. "I could always give Mr. Mitchell a good fucking. I'll bet he'd forget all about my mother if I did that. At least he would if I fucked him really good."
"Yeah?" Steve said. He raised his head and looked at Julie questioningly. "You wouldn't mind doing that? I mean, if you'd mind you don't ... "
"Oh Steve, are you kidding?!?!" Julie exclaimed. She giggled and clasped her slender thighs tightly together, as if the mere thought of copulating with Bill Mitchell excited her. "I wouldn't mind at all. I mean, you couldn't tell yourself 'cause you're a guy, but he's a really desirable man, in a way. And I just know he's got a really fine cock. Mmmmmmm!" Julie shivered and squirmed salaciously on the cot. "I get turned on just thinking about it!"
"Fucking far out!" Steve cried. He bounced to his feet and gave Julie an affectionate kiss on her forehead. "That's too much! That's perfect! If you seduce him tonight while we're in the darkroom, then tomorrow ... shit, there'll be nothing stopping us! Nothing! Oh Jesus, that's fantastic!" He leaned forward and gave Julie another kiss. "And you're sure you won't mind? Are you absolutely positive?"
Julie didn't answer. Instead she dropped her eyes and stared wantonly at the bulge in Steve's pants as he stood in front of her. A slow, lascivious smile turned her lips, and she licked them unconsciously. Steve's penis was very, very hard. It stood out against his inner thigh like a length of iron pipe, long and thick and as erect as it could get. The spongy crown of his dick formed an unmistakable outline through his khaki shorts, and even as Julie stared at it she could see its meaty thickness throbbing with its engorgement of blood. Julie giggled and mewled softly under her breath, staring at his turgid prick. In a way she did not really care that much about watching Mark and Steve gang bang her mother; she had always been ambivalent towards Sharon, even as a little girl. And though she wanted to fuck Bill Mitchell she didn't care all that much about that either. What really excited her was the effect Sharon had on Steve and Mark; whenever they talked about her they couldn't fuck Julie enough.
"Oh Steve," Julie sighed. She looked up at him coquettishly and placed her open palm on the meaty thickness of his member. "Talking about Sharon has really got you horny, hasn't it lover? Your dick is really hard."
"Yeah," Steve muttered. He grinned, then winced as Julie lewdly gave his bloated organ a titillating squeeze. "Yeah, I guess it is at that. What do you figure I ought to do about it."
"Oh, I don't know, Steve," Julie replied playfully. Without removing her eyes from him she unzipped his shorts and reached into the opening. Then she withdrew the throbbing length of his blood engorged member. It was indeed very, very stiff. The shaft pulsed rhythmically against her fingers, and the mushroom shaped head was swollen and beet red.
"You've really got a big hard on, Steve," Julie purred. She giggled and wrapped her fingers around the trunk of his erection, squeezing it lewdly. Immediately the taut skin of his cockhead swelled and contracted, and a thin trail of translucent seminal fluid dripped obscenely from his cum hole.
"Ungghhhhhhh," Steve grunted. He closed his eyes and instinctively pushed his hips forward, thrusting his erect penis into Julie's face. "Hey," he said tightly, "suppose you practice for your little tryst with Mr. Mitchell. You know what I mean? Like right now?"
"Oh Steve!" Julie said. She giggled and blew a short puff of air against his hardened prick, fully aware of how much that would excite him. "That's a fantastic idea. A girl needs every bit of practice she can get."
"Then suck it," Steve said simply. He groaned and put his hands on Julie's shoulders, impatient for the wetness of her sucking lips on his cock. "Go ahead. Suck it really good."
"Oh Steven," Julie purred. She released her hold on his prick and dug her fingers sharply into the lean cheeks of his buttocks, drawing his body so close to her that the tip of his bloated organ touched her face. Then she opened her mouth wide. As Steve groaned above her she lowered her head over his rampant member and closed her lips wetly around his swollen shaft. Then she began to suck his dick as hard as she could. Her pretty young cheeks reddened as she engulfed the head of his cock, and she bellowed them rhythmically, expertly increasing the suctioning pressure in her mouth. Then she laved her tongue wetly around the spongy flesh of his cockhead, giving him the very best blow job she could. She knew that within a day and a half Steve and Mark would seduce her mother, and after that she would not see so much of them; they would be too busy fucking Sharon to bother with her sexual needs more than once or twice a day. But Julie was already resigned to that. The important thing was that for the next twenty-four hours she would still have Steve all to herself: every satisfying inch of his meaty erection pounding through her pussy, every drop of his creamy white sperm gushing into her belly, filling up her mouth and throat.