Jack Parker - Photo orgy

"Whaaaa…" was all I could say. I kept my eyes glued to that mirror; I wanted to see it all, especially when I shot my load in Annie's mouth.

"You like it, Pete? You like having your hole fucked and your cock sucked?"

I just grunted. Jo was having the time of her life, I guess. From her expression in the mirror, it was hard to say just what she was feeling – half anger and half pleasure, perhaps. She did like me, but she didn't like men. So it was a case of mixed emotions for her.

But there was no confusion for me. I loved it one-hundred percent. Now I could understand why some people are so big on enemas.

"Uh! Oh! I – uh – I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna – ahhhhhhhhh!!!"

My heated cock head could hold out no longer. It was set slippery from Annie's saliva, so sensitive all over from her lickings, that when I shot my cum into her mouth it felt like a thousand tiny mouths were all over it, nibbling.

"Suck it up! Swallow it! Every drop! Ohhhh!!!"

When my prick was hanging limp and Annie wiped some flecks of cum from her chin and slid out, I pulled myself forward and fell flat on the bed. The rubber cock came out like a long turd and my stretched rectum closed. Jo held onto my hips for a second, then let go.

"Boy, you sure are easy to make cum," she said, with some annoyance to her voice. "I was just getting going and you poop out on me."

"Don't blame me," I sighed. "It was her doing, her and that mouth." Annie smiled and blushed.

"She's the best," Jo said. She unstrapped the rubber belt and threw it down on the bed. "Just so long's she saves it for me, that's all."

The two girls exchanged knowing looks.

"Don't sweat it, Jo," I said. "This was just for old time's sake, remember?" I put my hands behind my head and looked up at her.

"Yeah, I remember," she said. "I just hope you don't decide to come back for more, now that you remember how good it was in the old times."

I laughed and told her again that she didn't have to worry. Hell, they didn't know it now but in a short while they were gonna see red at the thought of me. No, there was no chance of us ever making it again.

"Well," I said, "I guess I oughta be going. I gotta get home and get ready for work. Tomorrow's Monday, you know."

"Yeah, we gotta be at the hospital at eight," Jo said.

"It's been great seeing you again, Pete," Annie said. "Why don't you stop over once in a while?"

"Why not?" I said. "If it's all right with Jo."

"It's all right with me," she said. "Just don't make it a habit."

We got dressed and said our good-byes. Then I went down to my car. It was a chilly evening, with a wind and leaves blowing all over. I turned up the heater on the way home, and thought about my next step.

I just hadn't the heart to spring my trap on them right after such a good reunion. It wasn't right. What I would do, though, was drop in for supper during the week and lay it on the line. This would be the hardest showdown yet, but it had to be done. And with winter coming on, there wasn't all that much time till spring and the breaking of ground for all them new houses.

I don't want to go into all the gory details of what happened when I lowered the boom on Jo and Annie. Let me just say that after a big scene they came through, kicking in twelve-fifty each and sending it in the mail.

So now I was up to a hundred a week, counting the fifteen I was saving of my own money.

It felt great, seeing the bank book get fatter and fatter. Already I could see myself set up in a plush office with a fleet of trucks, each one with a CB radio in it and me giving orders from a mike at my desk.

Carl continued to ride my ass and I guess I couldn't blame him. I was so busy keeping track of my new sideline that I fucked up on the job more than once. As for Tony, he gave up all hope of ever taking any more pictures. All he ever heard from me was no and when he asked why, I told him I was tired of having all these broads calling me and I needed a rest.

The first snow came the weekend before Thanksgiving. That Monday, with a couple of inches on the ground, I went into Ed's for lunch after finishing up a snake job for this broad. I took off my coat and stomped my boots on the floor, then took a stool. The place was empty except for me and Ed, who had a beer set up before I even hit the seat.

"How goes it?" he asked.

"Damn snow's been slowing me up some – went into a skid coming down offa Cherry Hill. Some shit, huh?"

"Yeah," Ed agreed. "Had to get salt for the front this morning. This is the first year I can recall spreading it before December."

"Yeah," I said. "Listen, what's good today?"

"Well, I got a roast beef just out of the oven."

"Sounds good," I said. "Lemme have it on a wedge. And a side of macaroni salad."

"Right." He pushed through the door to the kitchen.

Halfway through the wedge Tony came in, blowing and snorting and beating his arms against his chest.

"It's colder than a witch's tit out there," he said. He hung his coat and sat down next to me. After putting in his order with Ed, he turned to me.

"I got a message for you," he said. "This broad just called the old man and asked him to send you out on a job at her place."

"Oh, yeah?" I said, wiping my mouth and looking at him. "Who was it?" I didn't like the sound of this; Carl didn't go for women calling up and asking for me by name.

"I don't know," he said. "A Mrs. Greer. Ever heard of her? I never did."

He gave me this shit-eating grin like he figured I had a new one lined up. But I didn't have any idea who the hell she was.

"Carl pissed?" I asked.

"Yeah, a little," Tony said. "But he says for you to get out there after lunch. Here's the slip." He pulled it out of his hip pocket and handed it to me.

So, right after lunch I headed out to see Mrs. Greer, whoever she was. She lived down in the southernmost part of the township, an area of woods and narrow, winding roads and few houses. If there was any part of town that was exclusive, this was it.

When I turned onto Quaker Church Road and passed the old gray building and graveyard, I could see that the town hadn't been up here yet with the plows. Two inches of crusty snow covered the winding road. So I took it slow and thought about just who this mystery woman could be.

She was obviously somebody I didn't know. But she knew me, or of me. Maybe she heard of me from some other broad. That was possible. I have a pretty big name with a lot of broads in Northridge and one of them might have put this Greer woman onto a good thing. But most of the women were now on my list, so it wasn't likely they'd let a friend fall into the same trap.

By the time I pulled into the broad's driveway, I had given up; I'd know in just a few minutes, so there was no point driving myself nuts.

Whoever she was, she lived in some fancy house. The drive curved through pine trees for a quarter of a mile before I saw the big, long building off to the left. It was two or three stories high, with plenty of windows and doors, and seemed to stretch at least fifty yards. And there were chimneys up the ass, sending up smoke into the gray sky. The place looked like a big ship on a sea of white, surrounded as it was by acres of snow-covered lawn.

I pulled up in front of the main door, a big thing seven feet high that looked like it was made for holding off Indians, and banged the heavy brass knocker. I waited for a minute in the cold, my breath making clouds in the air. Then the door opened and I almost dropped when I saw what was standing there.

"Pete Novak? Come ins please."

I stepped into the place, unable to unglue my eyes from her. This was the most beautiful doll I'd ever seen. One look and you could tell she musta been an actress or model or something. She was so out of place in a town like Northridge. I mean, sure, there's a lot of Grade A stuff around here – I oughta know since I've banged a lot of it. But the broads I know are beautiful in an average, housewife way, if you know what I mean. They're attractive, but not perfect.