Jack Parker - Photo orgy

Then there was another white flash. I looked up, panting. Betty was kneeling a couple of feet from our connected joints, staring greedily at what must have been quite a sight, judging from the feel. For my prick was warm and wet and a thick, slow stream was covering my balls. The dam had burst, or, I should say, had been broken.

Betty put down the camera and ran into the bedroom. While she was gone I made a move to get in a few strokes, show Hope a little unobstructed fucking. But she cried out and I was too pooped to fight her. Then Betty returned with a bunch of tissues and a jar of Vaseline. She got down next to us and slipped her hand between our groins.

"Don't get off, Pete," she said. "Just let me slip it out for a minute."

"Mama, it's all hot and burning in me," Hope whimpered.

"Don't worry, baby," Betty said. "Mama will fix everything."

I lifted my ass and remained in position over Hope. Betty dabbed around with the tissues for a few minutes, poking in and out of Hope's pussy and cleaning my prick and balls. Every time she got anywhere near her daughter, the girl groaned in pain.

Finally, Betty stood up and walked into the toilet with a bunch of bloody tissues.

"You sure flooded the place," Betty said, smiling as she came back in and took her position next to us.

"Mama, it hurts."

"Don't worry, sweetie, I'll fix you up right now." The considerate mother unscrewed the jar of Vaseline and scooped up a big gob with her fingers. She reached between us and a second later Hope was sighing with relief as her mother spread the soothing grease on.

"How's that? Better?"

"Yes… do my… lips more." Hope slowly undulated her body, wiggled her hips and moved her legs, sighing all the while.

"Here's a nice dab for your clit… and here's some for your lips… and here's some for your poor little cherry."

While Betty talked on like this, I watched Hope's face. She showed no sign of embarrassment that her mother was greasing up her torn, young pussy. She just closed her eyes and sighed contentedly as the older woman applied the stuff.

Then I felt a hand on my hard cock, pumping up and down, greasing it up until my balls churned at the smooth, tingling sensation.

Betty finally removed her hand and said, "OK, Pete, slip it to her."

I positioned the head of my cock and got it inside Hope's narrow lips just before she clamped her legs together and cried out in protest.

"No, no, it's too sore!" She gave me this pleading look again and pushed at my chest.

"Now, now," Betty said. "It's not going to hurt so very much. Stop being a little silly and let him slip it in." Betty was adjusting the camera and aiming at our connected joints.

Before Hope had a chance to think it over, I caught her off guard and thrust my loins forward. My hard cock went up her greased cunt easily and for the second time, our pubic hairs gathered together.

"Ow, it… ahhhhh." She had a grimace on her young face, but at the same time she was sighing with pleasure and beginning to run her fingers up and down the length of my arms as I held myself over her.

I began to pump in and out of her cunt easily, gently but firmly. Her little pussy was tight, the moist inner lips and walls gripping at the skin of my prick and working around my head like a hot mouth. I looked down for a second and took in the sight of that young, delicate pussy open and receiving my thick log of a cock as it went in and out.

"It feels so nice, Mama."

Mama, hell! I was the one she should've been telling. Another flash clued me that Betty was still busy taking pictures.

"I told you it would, baby," Betty said. She came over to the head of the table where we were fucking and squatted down just beyond Hope's dangling head. After taking the most recent shot out of the camera and tossing it to the couch, she turned her attention to us.

My cock action was now coming on strong. I was pumping my slick cock in and out of the young girl's spread snatch with force; her ass had begun to move up and down off the table in rhythm. She was moaning continuously now, tossing her head back and forth and twisting hunks of my back around in her fingers.

"Fuck… oh, do it, don't stop, don't stop, please!"

"She's going to be a hell of a hot broad, don't you think?" Betty looked at me and grinned as she aimed the camera. I didn't answer, but just kept on pumping. My balls were boiling now, and I felt queasy in the gut. I was on the verge of cuming; it was only a matter of seconds.

Just then Hope gave out with a high-pitched scream and threw her hips straight up. We joined and separated like this several times. Then the young girl let out another wild cry and her entire body trembled and went stiff. I felt a hot, wet flow surround my cock as her young pussy twitched and bucked up and down the length of my shaft. Her cunt was so tight and wet that it was the closest I've ever come to feeling that my prick was being devoured.

Then my swollen cockhead exploded and I came with a yell. A flash from the Polaroid lit the room. As I fell down panting on top of Hope and my cock began to shrink, I could hear Betty pulling the latest picture out of the camera.

I was sort of bushed by now and could have used a rest. Hope looked tired and dreamy as she lay beneath me, breathing more regularly. The sweat was slowly evaporating from her body. We both were in need of a breather.

But Betty was just beginning. She tossed the camera on the couch and stood over us with her hands on her hips.

"Pete, come on, get off her. I'm just dying for you to do me now."

"I don't think I can just yet," I said. I pushed myself up and staggered to my feet. My cock and balls were covered with wet, sticky fluid.

Betty leaned over her daughter and palmed her sticky bush. "Baby, you sure have a lot of young sap in you," she said, as her mature fingers felt and poked around the daughter's spread slit. "Come on, get up."

Hope sighed and slowly lifted her prone body from the table. When she was on her feet, she took a few hesitant steps toward the couch. She managed to wobble over and flopped down on her back, looking at Betty and me curiously.

"Come on, Pete, baby," Betty said. "I'm so hot." She was now in her daughter's place on the table, with her legs spread and her arms outstretched toward me.

I went over to her. "Betty, I need a little more time." I motioned down to my prick, which was shriveled and half hidden in my thick bush.

"But I want you now!" The woman began to twist on the table and spread her cunt lips around with her fingers. I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Hope was watching her mother with wide, intrigued eyes.

"Eat me, then," Betty moaned. "Suck me off, Pete, please!"

So I dropped to my knees at the end of the table and leaned my face down between her legs. She had a smallish pussy, like Hope's, but it was enlarged from years of fucking, with lips that drooped and hung apart and thicker hair.

I sniffed around for a few seconds, licking her thighs and rubbing my nose up and down the length of her pussy on both sides. As soon as my tongue touched her opening for the first time, down near the hole, she let out a passionate gurgle and threw both legs around my neck.

"Ahhhh, that's it! Oh, baby! Eat me! Lick my lips! Oh! Ahhhhh, that's it, that's it… chew my clit!!!"

I moved my tongue from side to side quickly, darting it back and forth from one corner of my open lips to the other. In a matter of seconds her entire pussy was covered with a wet layer of saliva. When my mouth found her small clit, the lips surrounded it and as I sucked it in, I washed it up and down with slower, wet tonguings.

Betty's ass was completely off the table as I worked. My hands were under her, pushing her up by the cheeks. I sucked at her wet pussy like a vacuum, bringing her right up off the table.