Jack Parker - Photo orgy

"You – you like it this way?" she asked, between short breaths.

"Yeah," I grunted. It was good, I gotta admit. The penetration was the best I'd had and I felt like I was really in the driver's seat, standing there with her hips in my hands and her cunt right below my eyes, going up and down my thick cock at my command.

"Uh – oh!" This time I was gonna cum in her no matter what, pictures or no pictures. My cock was tingling all over again and my head was beginning to swim.

"Oh, shit!" I cried. "If I only had two cocks I could fuck your asshole too!" It was wide open and peeping up at me, her wrinkled button, as I fucked her.

"Ohhhhhhhhh!" The suggestion really got to her. "Stick a finger up!" she cried.

As I continued to pump her up and down my cock, I let go of one of her hips and stuck my first finger up her ass, pressing it against the tight circle of pink for just a second, then plunging it in right up to the knuckle. Her hole was wet with pussy juice that was dripping all over her, so my finger went in easily.

"… it feels so gooood…" Lois was talking and groaning to herself. I began to fuck in and out of her cunt and poke her asshole in rhythm, so that when my prick was coming out of her pussy my finger was ramming up her ass, and when my cock was slamming up her cunt my finger was coming out of her ass. After a few short strokes to get in the pattern, I was going like a sonofabitch, stroking her twin holes like a machine.

"Uh! Oh! Ah! Pete! Ah! Fuck! Ahhhh!" Her fists were around my ankles now, and I thought she was gonna twist the skin clear off.

"I'm gonna fuck your cunt till you cum!" I cried. My cock was at the bursting point.

"Ahhh," Lois groaned. "Pete, stick it up my ass! Fuck my asshole! Play with my clit!"

I was crazy enough for anything at this point. I pulled my dripping finger from her asshole and my prick from her pussy, then rammed the fat cockhead between her spread ass cheeks. When I could feel her wrinkled anus against my throbbing tip, I pushed forward with all my might. My thick, long cock went up her tight, wet ass. I reached under and began flicking her clit wildly.

"Eeeeeeeee!" She let out a high-pitched wail that sounded like an air-raid siren. As I stroked in and out of her asshole she continued to wail and make grunting, slobbering sounds whenever I hit a good spot around her clit area.

"I'm gonna fill your asshole!" I cried. My balls were on fire, sending out sparks all over my body, making me weak in the knees and queasy in the stomach. If I didn't cum soon, I was gonna have the worst case of blue balls on record.

"Peeeete!" Her body stiffened and a flood of warm juice covered my fingers as I massaged her clit. Her ass jerked up and down my cock like a machine.

Then I came. My balls seemed to rise in the sacs and turn over as my cockhead gushed my milky cum up her ass. That wrinkled anus sucked every drop out of me as I went in and out. It squeezed my tip and corona like no cunt had ever done.

Just then the record went off and I heard a click and a groan from the closet. But I wasn't worried because Lois was so far gone she wouldn't have noticed it if there was a band behind the door.

When I removed my soft, dripping prick from her hole a few seconds later, she groaned and fell toward me as I stepped back. Then she was flat on her back on the floor, with her eyes glazed and her legs spread and her tits hanging over either side of her chest. I had never seen such a wet, sweaty, wiped-out broad. She looked like somebody had just dipped her in a vat of oil: her body shined all over, her large nipples looked like round splats of chocolate pudding, and her hairy pussy was matted and tangled.

After five minutes at least she managed to get to her feet. "God," she said, "I feel like I've been through the wringer. Where's the bathroom?"

She went with me out into the hall, big tits jiggling and swaying back and forth. We were both still soaked and the air was filled with the smell of evaporating sweat. Lois' hair was stuck to her head and neck, soaked through, looking like she had soaked her head in a bucket. I was still scattering drops of water from my chest and even the ends of my fingers.

She went into the john with her clothes rolled up in her hand. When I heard the water run, I went back into the bedroom. Tony had his head out of the closet; he pulled it back in when I entered, then swung the door open again when he saw I was alone.

"Where is she?" he whispered, half stepping out.

"In the john," I said, softly. I noticed a huge lump under his slacks. "How are the pics?"

He grinned and handed me one. It was a perfect shot of Lois sitting on my cock, all tits and cunt, with a clear image of her face. She could be recognized from that shot easily.

"Beautiful, beautiful," I said, staring at it happily. "Let's see some more."

He handed over a stack; one was better than the next. He had all the positions clear and perfect. The only trouble was that in some of them you couldn't see her face. But that didn't matter. In nine of the twelve she was identifiable.

"God, these are great!" I exclaimed. "You musta gone to Famous Photographer School or something."

Tony grinned. "Yeah," he said. "And lemme tell you, it wasn't easy, the way you two were going at it. I had to wait for just the right second, know what I mean?"

"Yeah," I said. "Listen, I think she's coming back. I'll get rid of her soon as I can."

Tony ducked back in the closet just before Lois came back into the room. She was dressed again and looking dry, but her face was swollen, her eyes puffy.

"It's going to take me the rest of the day to lose this," she said, pointing at her face. "I get this way if I let myself go. God! I haven't had such good climaxes since Herb and I were first married."

"Yeah, it was good, all right," I said. "Listen, I gotta get back to work soon." I was jumping into my pants.

"When are we going to get together again?" She looked at me with open desire.

"I don't know," I said. "Soon. I'll call you."

"Good. If only Herb would exercise and keep in shape, I…" She broke off, but I knew what she meant. Her husband was pushing forty; I had seen him once doing yard work; he was a short, kind of fat guy with a red nose.

When I was dressed I walked Lois out to her car. When she was behind the wheel, she looked up at me seriously.

"Call me, honey. Don't forget."

She was so anxious for me to call her. If she only knew.

"Give me a couple of days and I'll get in touch," I said.

"OK," she said. Blowing me a kiss, she dropped the shift into drive and took off. She waved and I waved back. When the car was gone, I turned and walked back into the house. Tony was waiting for me in the living room.

"Here are the shots," he said, handing them over. "Pete, when do you think you'll ask her? I sure wouldn't mind getting a little of that stuff myself."

I took the pictures and thumbed through, counting them to myself. I didn't want him sneaking off with any evidence. All twelve were there.

"Oh, pretty soon now, maybe," I said. "You gotta be patient. It's not just something I can pull off overnight."

He sighed and shrugged. I stashed the pictures in my room and we headed back to work.

"When are we gonna set up the next one?" he asked, as we drove through town.

"Oh, pretty soon now," I said. "Pretty soon."

I've always considered myself a pretty gutsy guy. I mean, there's not many guys I wouldn't stand up to in a fight and I've done a lot of brave things in my time. But now I had a new problem and for the week following the action with Lois and Tony I grew more and more uncertain.

It was just that I didn't know how to approach her with the pictures and scheme. What I mean is, I knew what I was doing was a rotten thing. I could never have even thought of it if I wasn't so unhappy and desperate to better myself.