Jack Parker - Photo orgy

"Ohhhhh! It feels good! Fuck me up and down your cock!"

Dave pumped her up and down the long length of his prick. As he did she mouthed a string of words that almost shocked me. Not that I'm a prude. It was just that hearing those words coming from such a beautiful woman was kind of shocking.

But I didn't take my eyes off them.

Dave came a few minutes later, thrusting and bucking his hips so hard that Sandy slid up his pole and almost off, then came shooting down again, landing on his bush with her own with a wet smack. I could see all sorts of pussy juice and cum from his cock oozing from between her stretched lips and the skin of his hard shaft.

"Ah, you cum so nice! Shoot it up my hole! Ahhhh!"

"Oh, Sandy! Ahhhh! I love your pussy! Ahhhhh…"

The way they carried on, you'd have thought they never made it before. They were a hot, sexy pair for sure.

Then I felt myself on the brink. I fell onto my back. "Londa, or whatever your name is! I wanna cum in your mouth! And eat your black cunt!"

She did just what I wanted. She climbed on top of me in the sixty-nine position and pasted her long, wet gash down on my mouth. As she did, she took my prickhead between her lips and bit down carefully, mopping the head all over with her tongue, darting it into the cum hole, washing out the corona, sucking the way I liked.

I chewed on her clit and sucked it until it came clear out of her cunt, sticking through the two furrows of hair. I was ready to suck up her juices and have my cum sucked. That scene between Sandy and Dave was still on my mind as the two of us mouthed one another with wet, smacking noises.

In just a few minutes I couldn't hold back any longer. My bloated sponge of a cockhead was throbbing and tingling. Just before I came Larhonda's legs went stiff and I felt a warm flow cover my mouth and nose. It smelled like exotic spice; I lapped her pussy all over, greedy to drink it all down.

Then I came and she sucked me with just as much effort. Her thick lips sucked the end of my cock until I cried out again and again.

"Again, again!" I yelled, pulling my lips from her pussy. "Do it like that again! That's it, that's it! Ah, good! Ahhh!!!"

I heard her drinking down my hot cum, swallowing the thick liquid with loud gulps, smacking her lips and making groaning sounds as the last of my load coated her mouth and throat.

Finally, she rolled off me and I somehow got up in a sitting position. I bent over her and brought my mouth down on her shining, black nipples, sucking them one at a time and licking all the way to her kinky armpits. The thick black hair was sweat-soaked, but I didn't care. I sucked both underarms dry, swallowing with great relish.

When I sat up again, Dave was standing over us.

Suddenly he pulled me to my feet. I could hardly stand; I was weak from all the activity and very, very drunk.

"Wha – wha's happening, Dave?"

"Nothing, pal, I just want to see how you're doing." The big strong stud threw my arm over his shoulder and walked me to this spot on the floor under one of the bright yellow lights. We were in a pool of light between the ropes and a set of dumbbells.

"What're we doing, Dave, buddy?" I asked. "Where are the broads?"

"They'll be right back, Pete," he said. "They wanted to leave us alone for a while."

"No shit!" I said. "Why?"

"Pete, get down on your knees."

I wasn't sure why he wanted me to do this, but I was too drunk to care. I dropped to my knees. Dave then positioned himself right in front of me, his limp cock inches from my nose. I looked up at him.

"What are you – what's going on?"

Then he smiled down at me. I didn't like the look of that smile. It was mean. He put a hand on each side of my head, grabbing up a handful of hair. His hands were powerful, strong. I couldn't do anything but stay there and look up at him.

"Pete, how'd you like to suck my cock for a while?"

I was turned off to this of course, but I must say that in my drunk condition it didn't seem to matter that much.

"Are you… are you that way?" I asked.

"I swing both ways, Pete," he said, still holding onto my head. "Come on, you'll love it."

"I don't know… I don't go for this kinda shit."

"You don't have any choice," Dave said. "Now, if you don't want to have a lousy end to a beautiful evening, suck!"

His face scared me now. He wasn't smiling anymore. And I felt a tension in his entire body that told me something was wrong. What was it? Why was he making me do this?

I knew I couldn't take him sober, let alone in my present condition. So, reluctantly, I took his limp cock in my hand and brought it up to my mouth. It wasn't half bad, really, the thought of sucking his prick. Not that I'm gay or anything, but somehow I didn't seem to mind that much. I guess it was because I was so damn drunk.

I took the soft head into my mouth and just held it there, not doing anything.

"Now suck me hard," Dave said. "Suck me hard."

I began to suck it like I've felt broads do to me. It was a new experience but I did it good because almost at once Dave's prick began to swell. In a minute or less it was big as ever, a muscular pole with a warm, throbbing head that was almost choking me as my tongue washed around it.

"You give pretty good head for a beginner," Dave said, holding me in place.

Then all kinds of things happened that I didn't understand. There was a flash of bright light, then another a minute later. I looked around but was too blinded to see anything. For the next five minutes the flashes continued, coming from the shadows just a few feet away. And for some reason Dave kept on changing positions. It seemed like after each new position there would be a flash and then Dave would come up with another. He even had me get on my hands and knees on his table while he shoved his cock up my ass. He didn't really shove it up, just made it look that way.

After the last flash of light, he let me go. A few minutes later I found myself being dressed by Sandy and Larhonda. Then I was sitting in a kitchen, a well-lighted, bright room, having black coffee poured down my throat.

When the fourth cup was forced down by Dave, I suddenly realized what those white flashes had been. They were camera flashbulbs, of course. What was going on?

They stood watching me as I gradually became sober again. Sandy and Larhonda were leaning against the sink and stove; Dave was sitting across the table from me. His face was no longer a double image.

"What's going on?" I asked, rubbing my eyes.

He slid a picture across to me. "What's this?" I asked, picking it up. It was a shot of me on my knees with his prick in my mouth.

I looked at it for a split second, the images coming back to me. I felt disgust with myself and with Dave. What kind of guy was he, anyway? I slammed the photo face down on the table.

"What the hell's the idea?" I asked. I looked from Dave to the women. Larhonda had a slight smile on her face and I blushed when our eyes met. She must have been watching when Dave made me do all those things.

"Pete," Dave began, "we've got ten more just like that one. Now, we've got a little agreement we want you to go along with. If you don't, well, I'd hate to think about your life in this town if these pictures start falling into the wrong hands, say, your boss, your parents, friends, and so on."

I looked at him in horror, astonished at what he was saying. I was beginning to feel sick. "What is this?" I asked. "I didn't know what I was doing. I was drunk… and what do you have against me, anyway? I never did anything to you."

"But you did something to a friend of ours." Sandy stepped forward, arms folded across her chest. She no longer had a friendly, come-on kind of smile when she looked at me. Now she was frowning and her eyes told me that she didn't think much of me after all.