Jack Parker - Photo orgy

"Pete, comere!" This middle-aged broad was almost beside herself with excitement. She trembled all over and when I reached her she grabbed my wrist and pulled me down between her daughter's legs. I was on my knees with my cock laying like a log across Hope's lightly haired, spread pussy.

She had a nice, tight cunt, young and juicy. The thin lips were parted and I could see the tender pink inner flesh swimming in young juice, and the bud of a clit above, and the small cunt hole and asshole below, two little pink openings that were waiting for my fingers and cock.

I ran my fingers over her silky, brown mound, then parted her lips even further and gently slipped a finger into her tight hole. It felt great, firm and slippery, and as I poked it, I began to tickle her little clit.

"Ooooo, that's nice…" Hope moaned. Her ass shifted around on the end of the table.

"I'm gonna bust your cherry!" I cried, in a fit of lust. "And then I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you, blood and all. It'll hurt at first, but then you'll love it."

I grabbed my big cock, still tingling from the sucking, and positioned it at her entrance. It looked too big. Christ, the damn thing was twice as thick as her hole, or so it looked. But this only got me hotter. As I began to move the head in, with Hope gripping the sides of the table and looking up at her mother with fear, Betty suddenly cried out.

"Hold it! Just a minute! Don't do anything till I get back!" And she dashed out of the living room.

I sighed and removed my cock from Hope's opening. What now, I wondered. To pass the time, I put my palms on her breasts and rolled them around, enjoying the shit out of her hard, tiny nipples.

They were so hard that they were going up like two long needles. It was like somebody had just rubbed them with ice.

"You got nice little tits," I said. "I can hardly wait to suck them."

"Will it hurt much when you cum in me?" the girl asked. Her fear made it impossible for her to enjoy my nipple-pulling.

"Maybe a little," I said, "but I'll go slow. And after it's over it'll feel so good. And from then on you'll be able to fuck and fuck with no pain at all."

Then the hot mother came running back into the room. I could hardly believe my eyes. She was pulling at her bra as she came, the rest of her clothes being off. And she had a Polaroid camera with her!

When she got to the table she put the camera down on the floor and pulled off her panties. I looked her up and down. A pretty good body for a broad her age, I thought. Firm tits like Hope's, with a bit of droop, and a hairier cunt. She grabbed up the camera and began circling us and aiming through the sighting gizmo, twisting knobs and checking the light.

After a minute of this, she said, "OK, Pete, go to it. I'm gonna take a few shots, but don't mind me."

I shook my head and snorted. She was really out of her mind. I turned my attention to Hope and brought my head back to her entrance. As I did, I heard a click; a white flash from the first bulb lit up the room.

I leaned forward, putting my hands next to Hope's along the edges of the table. The swollen head of my cock slid past her stretched cunt lips, then hit her cherry and would go no further.

"Ahhh, it hurts…" Hope had her eyes closed tight. Her slim chest beat up and down as she breathed nervously; beads of sweat were gathering on her neck, chest, everywhere.

I kept right on ramming. "It'll he over soon, doll, don't worry," I whispered.

She had one hell of a tough little cherry. It held off my cock like a stone wall would a battering ram. Now my breath began coming in short gasps, and the sweat on my forehead started dripping into my eyes and falling on her chest in big drops.

"No, no, it hurts… Mama!"

The girl had her eyes open now and was staring up at Betty with a pleading look. At the same time she began to push at my chest and bounce her ass around on the end of the table. I held on for all I was worth, waiting for the break. But it wasn't coming as easily as I thought.

"Mama! Please!" Hope thrashed against me. There were tears in her eyes.

Then another flash blinded me for a second. I looked over at Betty, who was lowering the camera from her face. Holding it in one hand, she came over to us and kneeled down alongside her daughter's face.

"Mama told you it would hurt a little," Betty said, running her fingers through Hope's wild hair. "And remember, Hope, what I said about how it would be after? All women – that's right, Pete, keep on pumping – all women have to go through this, baby. Just trust Mama, OK?"

There was something about the tone of her voice, so horny, and the look on her face that made me realize that no matter what I did or how Hope suffered, this hot, middle-aged broad was gonna have her satisfaction and see Hope's cherry busted.

"I… I'll… try… oh, Mama… ohhh!" Hope stiffened and cried out in pain as I shoved my long cock against her barrier. Her hands were gripping the edges of the table again.

Suddenly, Betty was kneeling next to the end of the table. Still hanging onto the Polaroid, she grabbed hold of the base of my cock and as I plunged forward once again, she pulled my throbbing shaft and did her best to help me break through. But again, nothing. The tip of my cockhead was getting sore from all the battering. I was beginning to think I might have to break her with a finger.

"Come on, Pete, you can do it. Come on, baby! Go, go, you big stud! Break that thing! Ram that big prick up her hole!"

She was really wild now, using my cock like a piston as she squeezed its base. I shoved in and out, in and out.

"Oh Mama! Stop! Please!"

Betty let go of my cock then and jumped to her feet. She ran around in back of me, dropped the camera, and grabbed Hope's feet. The girl cried out even louder as her legs were wrapped around my hips and held there by Betty.

"Come on, Pete, break her! Do it! Do it!"

Then I felt something that sent a shudder through my body. Betty had her hand wrapped around my dangling balls and was squeezing them. As she did this, she held Hope's feet in place against my back with her other hand, and began against me with her body on every downstroke. I gasped at the first hard thrust and abrupt stop at the cherry-wall and, looking down at Hope, saw her eyes roll up in her head and the veins stand out purple on both sides of her sweaty neck.

"Owuuuuuuuuu!"

I thought the poor little broad was gonna pass out, but on the next withdrawal, she opened her eyes and gave me a look that made me hotter than ever – a sad, pleading look that had mercy written all over it. The end of my cock was sore and tingling.

Then Betty cursed and pushed me forward again.

"Come on Goddamnit!" the mother cried. "What's she got down there, granite?"

"I – I don't know if I can." I was puffing and sweating; Hope was crying and gasping. "Hang on, baby," I managed to say, "one more try."

Hope's body stiffened as I poised myself once again. This time, as I rammed my cock into the tender hole, Betty timed her push just right. She had let go of my nuts and had both hands on my ass. My cock plunged down and stopped momentarily. There was a loud snapping noise, and Hope's fine, brown bush mingled with mine. I was buried up to the hilt in her young pussy!

"Oh, it hurts!!!" She wasn't screaming now, but her body was still stiff and trembling.

The force of the thrust had sent us both sliding up the length of the long coffee table. We were both lying on it: me with my forearms on either side of her head and my toes hanging over the edge where her ass had been, Hope with her head and wild hair hanging over the far edge. Her legs were dangling apart, one over each side of the table. I had her pinned to the table with my cock like a butterfly.