Jack Parker - Photo orgy

"Yeah, yeah!" I said. "Don't stop!"

"Can I stick a finger up your ass?"

"Anything, anything," I said.

She kept playing with my balls as the fingers of her other hand wiggled between my cheeks and found the puckered brown hole.

"I love your hairy ass," Hope said. Then she rammed a finger up my asshole.

"Ahhhhh…" The sweat was pouring off my forehead. The girl sure had natural talent. I guess part of it was just plain liking what she was doing. Nobody that young could be so good otherwise.

As she worked on my balls and asshole, I began thrusting into Betty's cunt with the old piston action. I couldn't help it now. Whether she came or not, I was gonna cum and there was nothing I could do about it.

But then she began to cry out loudly, more like a bitch in heat than a woman, and for a few minutes it sounded like mating time at the zoo. Her nipples went stiff in my hand and small goose pimples covered her arms and legs.

"Peeeete! Fuck meeeee!" Her ass left the table and her heels dug in so deep I thought she was gonna break my spine. She grabbed the sides of the table and began bucking forward and back so hard I thought my cock would go clear through the far side of her womb. Her mouth dropped open and saliva dribbled down at one corner. Her eyes were closed tight.

Well, she was lucky she got it in, because just then I sent the first squirt of my hot cum up her cunt.

"Squeeze my balls! Fuck my ass! Ahhhhhh!" Hope did it perfectly, wringing out my balls and poking my hole till I thought I'd faint from the pleasure of it. When I fell forward on top of Betty, my face between her tits, Hope's finger slid out of my asshole and she let go of my wrinkled sacs.

Betty and I lay together panting for several minutes, our sweat mingling, the smell of her wet armpits wafting up to my nose. Finally, she half-opened her eyes and looked down at me. I was lapping up the sweat from one of her tits.

"Whew," she said. "I haven't had it like that for years. You sure know how to satisfy a horny woman."

"Yeah, I know," I said. "But you're not so bad yourself, you know what I mean?"

"Thanks, lover," she said. Then she looked past me to her daughter.

"He does it good, Mama, huh?"

"You know it, baby," Betty said. Then she looked at me again and smiled.

"What was she doing back there?"

"Hope, tell your mother what you were doing," I said. I was still enjoying this nutty relationship between Betty and her young daughter.

"Well, I squeezed his… well, you know. And I put a finger up into his…" She began to blush.

"So you squeezed his nuts and poked his asshole," Betty said. Then she let out a loud laugh. "Hell, this is no time to get shy, baby. It's a little late for that."

"I know," Hope said. "I can't help it."

I lifted myself up onto my hands and swung off the table. I could hardly stand, but managed to stagger the few steps over to the couch and throw myself down on my back.

"Christ," I moaned, "I don't know if I'll ever be able to walk again."

"You better, babe," Betty said. "'Cause if you don't walk out of here soon, my husband'll fix it so you get carried out."

"What time is it, anyway?" I asked.

"I don't know, but it's getting on," Betty said. "Three or four, I guess."

I sighed. "Well, it's been a ball, but I guess I better get going. My boss must be climbing the wall." I got up and grabbed at my clothes, which were still on the floor.

"Oh, just a minute, hon," Betty said. "Before you go, let's finish off the roll of film. There's still a few shots left."

I had forgotten all about the camera. I looked at the couch. The pictures she had taken were scattered on the far end.

"There's still three pictures. What do you say, Pete?"

"What the hell, why not? I'm late already. A few more minutes won't matter."

"OK, first I'll take one of you and Hope. Let's see…" She walked around slowly, sizing us up, figuring a good shot. Then she smiled and that horny, wicked look came over her face. She got down on the rug and stretched out on her back.

"Pete, this'll be a good one. Stand over my stomach and spread your legs. Good, that's it." She aimed up at me and twisted knobs.

"Quite a shot," I laughed.

"All cock and balls and hair," she agreed. "Too bad your cock is soft again. Oh, well. Hope, come here."

The daughter came over.

"Hope, kneel down next to Pete and reach up and handle his prick and balls, you know what I mean. And stay facing me."

I laughed out loud as Hope followed her mother's instructions. Hope kneeled and reached across my spread legs to my cock, taking it at the hairy base so that the head hung over the side of her fist. It must have been a sight from where Betty was, just three feet under my spread groin. Hope and I looked down and waited for the flash.

"OK, ready? Smile!" We both smiled and Betty snapped the shutter. I stepped over her and Hope let go of my prick and stood up. Betty rose also and after waiting a few seconds, unrolled the picture from the rest of the film and tore it off. She removed the covering, had a look, and put the pictures with the others.

"Let's have a look," I said.

"Did it come out good, Mama?" Hope asked.

"Terrific," Betty said. "But let's just off the last two and then we'll all look at them together. Hope, now you take one of Pete and me."

She handed the camera over to her daughter and looked at me. "How do you want to pose, babe?"

"I don't care," I said. "You set it up."

She stood in silence for several seconds, then looked at the coffee table and snapped her fingers.

"I got it!" she said. She went over and stretched out on the table with her ass on the end and her legs spread wide.

Then she had me stand over her face, my feet on the floor on either side of the table.

"Pete, now grab hold of the sides and lean down and suck my cunt."

I got into position, with my nose buried up her wet pussyhole and my mouth near her clit. My own parts were just over her face. Just before she took my cock in her mouth and took hold of my balls, she said, "OK, Hope, whenever you're ready."

Then she took my limp cock between her lips and in this sixty-nine position, we waited for Hope to snap the shot. The girl walked around us until she had a good angle that took in everything. Then there was another flash.

When that picture was with the others, I grabbed the camera. "How about one of you two?"

"Why not?" Betty said. "How do you want us?"

After a little thought, I set them up on the couch. I had them kneel with their legs spread wide. They were right next to one another and Betty put an arm around Hope's shoulder. Two spread pussies came into focus as I kneeled in front of them and snapped the shot.

"Stay there," I said. "I want to try something." I took the last picture from the camera as the two women waited. Then I kneeled on the floor in front of them.

"What are you up to?" Betty asked, grinning.

"You'll see," I said.

My cock was getting hard again. I was getting a strange pleasure out of seeing a mother and daughter next to one another with their tits exposed and their pussies gaping. I suddenly had an urge to feel them both at the same time. I reached up with both hands, putting one on Hope's erect young tit and the other on Betty's drooping one.

"There's really a lot of resemblance between you two, you know?" I said. "I mean, I can see you must have looked just like Hope when you were a girl."

Betty smiled and looked at Hope's chest, as Hope looked at her mother's. I could tell they were enjoying it as much as I was, having their tits played with together.

"Yeah," I continued, "the only difference is in the droop and the nipples." Betty's nipples were larger and more wrinkled, probably from the twenty-odd years of sucking and pulling she had on Hope. Where Hope's were two light-colored, puckered little nuggets, Betty's were pretty well flattened out and had that well-sucked look.