I leaned forward, putting my hands next to Hope's along the edges of the table. The swollen head of my cock slid past her stretched cunt lips, then hit her cherry and would go no further.
"Ahhh, it hurts…" Hope had her eyes closed tight. Her slim chest beat up and down as she breathed nervously; beads of sweat were gathering on her neck, chest, everywhere.
I kept right on ramming. "It'll he over soon, doll, don't worry," I whispered.
She had one hell of a tough little cherry. It held off my cock like a stone wall would a battering ram. Now my breath began coming in short gasps, and the sweat on my forehead started dripping into my eyes and falling on her chest in big drops.
"No, no, it hurts… Mama!"
The girl had her eyes open now and was staring up at Betty with a pleading look. At the same time she began to push at my chest and bounce her ass around on the end of the table. I held on for all I was worth, waiting for the break. But it wasn't coming as easily as I thought.
"Mama! Please!" Hope thrashed against me. There were tears in her eyes.
Then another flash blinded me for a second. I looked over at Betty, who was lowering the camera from her face. Holding it in one hand, she came over to us and kneeled down alongside her daughter's face.
"Mama told you it would hurt a little," Betty said, running her fingers through Hope's wild hair. "And remember, Hope, what I said about how it would be after? All women – that's right, Pete, keep on pumping – all women have to go through this, baby. Just trust Mama, OK?"
There was something about the tone of her voice, so horny, and the look on her face that made me realize that no matter what I did or how Hope suffered, this hot, middle-aged broad was gonna have her satisfaction and see Hope's cherry busted.
"I… I'll… try… oh, Mama… ohhh!" Hope stiffened and cried out in pain as I shoved my long cock against her barrier. Her hands were gripping the edges of the table again.
Suddenly, Betty was kneeling next to the end of the table. Still hanging onto the Polaroid, she grabbed hold of the base of my cock and as I plunged forward once again, she pulled my throbbing shaft and did her best to help me break through. But again, nothing. The tip of my cockhead was getting sore from all the battering. I was beginning to think I might have to break her with a finger.
"Come on, Pete, you can do it. Come on, baby! Go, go, you big stud! Break that thing! Ram that big prick up her hole!"
She was really wild now, using my cock like a piston as she squeezed its base. I shoved in and out, in and out.
"Oh Mama! Stop! Please!"
Betty let go of my cock then and jumped to her feet. She ran around in back of me, dropped the camera, and grabbed Hope's feet. The girl cried out even louder as her legs were wrapped around my hips and held there by Betty.
"Come on, Pete, break her! Do it! Do it!"
Then I felt something that sent a shudder through my body. Betty had her hand wrapped around my dangling balls and was squeezing them. As she did this, she held Hope's feet in place against my back with her other hand, and began against me with her body on every downstroke. I gasped at the first hard thrust and abrupt stop at the cherry-wall and, looking down at Hope, saw her eyes roll up in her head and the veins stand out purple on both sides of her sweaty neck.
"Owuuuuuuuuu!"
I thought the poor little broad was gonna pass out, but on the next withdrawal, she opened her eyes and gave me a look that made me hotter than ever – a sad, pleading look that had mercy written all over it. The end of my cock was sore and tingling.
Then Betty cursed and pushed me forward again.
"Come on Goddamnit!" the mother cried. "What's she got down there, granite?"
"I – I don't know if I can." I was puffing and sweating; Hope was crying and gasping. "Hang on, baby," I managed to say, "one more try."
Hope's body stiffened as I poised myself once again. This time, as I rammed my cock into the tender hole, Betty timed her push just right. She had let go of my nuts and had both hands on my ass. My cock plunged down and stopped momentarily. There was a loud snapping noise, and Hope's fine, brown bush mingled with mine. I was buried up to the hilt in her young pussy!
"Oh, it hurts!!!" She wasn't screaming now, but her body was still stiff and trembling.
The force of the thrust had sent us both sliding up the length of the long coffee table. We were both lying on it: me with my forearms on either side of her head and my toes hanging over the edge where her ass had been, Hope with her head and wild hair hanging over the far edge. Her legs were dangling apart, one over each side of the table. I had her pinned to the table with my cock like a butterfly.
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.
"I'm gonna cum! Oh, I'm gonna cum!!" This was uttered in a strange, high-pitched little voice.
I wanted to make her cum as quickly as I could, because I wasn't really in the mood yet and found the sucking fun but not really all that great. So I began to put even more suction and tongue action into what I was doing and began to shake my face back and forth so her entire upper pussy area – clit, lips and everything else – was massaged and vibrated. In just a few seconds she was dripping with her own juice, twitching all over and moaning in a language I couldn't make out.
Then she came, covering my lips and cheeks and nose with her juice. As she did, she gripped the back of my head and pushed so hard I thought for sure my head was going to pop completely into her snatch, leaving a kicking body on the outside.
When she settled back on the table and went limp, I got to my feet and sat down next to where Hope was sprawled on the couch. She took her eyes from her mother and looked at me. One of her hands came up to my face and traced along the lips and chin.
"You've got Mama's juice all over," she said, a little smile on her lips. "Do you like to do that?"
"Sure," I said. "I love eating pussy."
"Would you… do me?"
"Maybe later," I said. "I mean, I'd just love to stick my tongue in your pussy, but right now I want a little breather, OK?" She blushed and nodded.
"Pete, fuck me, Pete, please…"
This from Betty, who was looking over at me. She was still on her back with her legs hanging onto the floor. The horny woman was playing with her pussy as she pleaded. It was going to take more than eating her out to satisfy her.
I got up and stood over her. I was rested now, but my cock was still flaccid.
"I'd like to, Betty," I said, "but I'm not hard yet."
She reached up and cupped my balls in her palm. "I'll make you hard," she whispered, looking at me through half-open eyes.
"Go to it," I said. The touch of her hand on my nuts was enough to make me want to get hard again almost as much as this hot woman did.
"Pete, sit over my face," Betty said. The hair on the back of my neck uncurled at this hot request. I quickly climbed onto the table and positioned myself. I put one knee on either side of her upturned face and lowered myself until my balls were just an inch or two above her nose. She immediately had them in her hands, gently rolling them around and squeezing. I looked down just in time to see her get her first lick in.
"Jesus, that feels great!" I exclaimed. My cock rose just a bit.
"Hope, come on over here and help your mother. Suck me. Come on, doll, please?"
Hope blushed again at my words, but she got up and came over, getting down on the floor on her knees at the end of the table. I thrust my groin forward and my drooping prick flopped out at her. She took it in her hand and brought her mouth down to it.
"Lick the head," I said. "And – ahhhhhh!"
Down below, Betty had suddenly turned it on. Her tongue had become a wild, wet thing with a life of its own, swabbing my balls with saliva, rolling them around. It went from the delicate membranes of skin up near the crotch, down to the heavyweight of the nuts, and back up the other side. And all the while, snaking and darting and wetting until my balls were swollen with sensation and plastered with wet hairs.
Through half-closed eyes, I looked down at Hope. Her mother's hair was brushing against her stomach as the girl kneeled on the floor, sucking my cock. For she had it in her mouth all right, and was nibbling the head all over as her tongue lashed around the tingling corona. I thrust my loins forward and rammed my shaft, a good four inches of it, deep into her bulging mouth. Her thin lips were stretched like elastic around the thickness of my meat, and she made gulping, choking sounds as she struggled to keep herself from gagging.
"That's right, suck it!" I cried. "Lick my balls! I love it! Suck my cock!"
I was going crazy from the twin tongue-jobs. By now my cock was just as hard as it ever had been. I grabbed Betty by the ears as she licked my balls and looked down at her.
"I'm gonna fuck your cunt!" I cried. She groaned and lashed my balls even harder. I groaned again and again. I was on the verge of filling Hope's young mouth with my load.
"Pete, fuck me, fuck meee!" To my great frustration, Betty had stopped licking my nuts. She looked up at me pleadingly; I guess now that my cock was stiff, she wanted me to use it like she had asked.
"Hope, stop sucking on him!" The mother pushed at her daughter's chest and Hope went back. My stiff, purple-headed cock slid out of her mouth and twitched in midair.
"Ah, Christ," I groaned in frustration. The end of my cock was tingling and wet with Hope's saliva. I had been on the brink, only to be cheated at the last second.
I got off the table and kneeled at the end, anxious to shove my throbbing prick up Betty's cunt. It probably wouldn't be as good as Hope's inexperienced lips and tongue, but I was too hot to worry much.
I grabbed Betty's ankles – she was still sprawled on her back – and slid her down the table until her ass was resting on the edge and her cunt was sucking up against my cockhead.
"Stick it in me, oh, shove it up!" Betty wrapped her legs around my hips and started moaning before the head was in her. I parted her hairy cunt lips with my fingers and inserted my prick. Betty had a nice cunt, on the smallish side, but well-used and wet as hell for a broad her age. Some broads start getting dry and you gotta use Vaseline.
"That's it, all the way… mmmmmmmmm…"
I thrust forward and buried my prick to the hilt in her pussy. I grabbed her hips and began sliding her up and down the length of my hard cock. She helped by using her legs and digging her heels into the small of my back. After a few seconds, I was going strong, stroking in and out from the very tip of my cock to the bushy base.
"Ahhhh, you fuck so goooood… ohhhhh!"
The way she was acting, I guessed her husband wasn't paying her too much attention lately. She was one horny broad. She had her arms up over her head as she twisted around and moaned. I noticed two dark patches of stubble under her arms. I was dying to lick them, but in this position it was impossible.
My prick was fast returning to where it had been a few minutes earlier. Sharp jolts of pleasure ran up the length of it, as if the veins were carrying electric current from my balls to my bloated sponge of a head.
"I'm gonna cum in your pussy," I muttered.
"Not yet, not yet! Please! It's so nice!" Her wet pussy wasn't helping me hold back, though. It sucked up and down my pulsating cock, covering it with warm love juice and working it closer and closer.
So, to make it last, I slowed down until the stroking was slow and easy. Then I let go of her hips, leaving the pumping action up to her. I reached to her chest and began pulling her hard, brown nipples, twisting and stretching her tits in all directions. On her back, they were all flattened out, like two soft, spreading hills.
"You got nice nipples," I said, trying to get my mind off what was going on in my groin. "You like me to pull them?"
"Ummmmm… nice…"
She had a funny look on her face. Her eyes were closed as her head went back and forth, and she was biting her lower lip. She seemed to be concentrating like hell, almost thoughtful. She was taking it all in, not missing a sensation as I plugged her pussy and pulled her nipples.
"Oh, Jesus!" I cried out suddenly when five spread fingers reached around my balls and squeezed. Hope was kneeling behind me, reaching between my spread thighs. My balls had been swaying and bouncing as I fucked Betty. Now they were being rolled around in Hope's hand.
"Do you like this?" the girl asked.
"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.
"Pete, you're too much," Betty said. Then she looked at Hope. "She's got a nice little pair, though, just like I used to have."
"Yours are still nice enough for me," I said. I brought my mouth up and sucked each nipple in, then went to Hope and did the same to her buds. Each woman thrust her chest forward in turn and Hope giggled.
"Our pussies are alike, too," Hope said, instantly blushing when we both looked at her.
"Well, I don't know about that," I said. "Let's check it out." I brought one hand to each snatch and rubbed up the hairy mounds.
"Hope doesn't have much hair yet," Betty said. "But don't worry, doll, you will. When I was your age I didn't have much either."
"I like it this way," I said. The truth was, I liked it both ways. Hope's thinly haired little snatch was nice because you could see her entire pussy, every little curve and smooth bit of skin. There's something sexy about an immature, unhairy cunt. But Betty's was good too. There's also something sexy about a mature, hairy cunt. I liked Betty's pussy, covered as it was with the thicker, well-curled tufts of dark hair. I kept on running my fingers through both mounds, looking from one to the other.
"Mama's is bigger than mine," Hope said, looking down at her mother's pussy.
"Wait'll you have a kid or two," Betty said, with a snort.
I began fingering their lips, comparing Hope's tight, firm and plump little lips with her mother's, which hung down somewhat, giving her pussy a crevice-like look. Both women had similar clits, small and pink, which I flicked both at once.
This fooling went on for some time, then I planted a long, wet, tongue-lapping kiss on each snatch. They both groaned and sighed. I got up to my feet then, and started putting on my clothes.
Betty sighed and rose from the couch. "Well, I guess all good things come to an end," she said.
"Aren't we going to see the pictures?" Hope asked.
"Oh, yeah," I said, "let's have a look."
We dressed and then sat down on the couch, with me in the middle. Betty had the Polaroid shots piled on her lap. We looked them over one at a time.
They were all pretty good, clear, and well lighted. Just looking at all that fucking and sucking began to make me horny again. It's really wild, seeing pictures of yourself fucking.
When we had all seen each picture, Betty gathered them up and winked at me.
"Hot stuff, huh?" she said.
"I'll say," I answered. "Listen, Betty, how about giving me a few of them? I'd like to have a little something to keep me warm on cold nights."
She laughed, but then shook her head. "Sorry, Pete, but I can't."
"Why not?"
"Come on, sweets, can't you figure it out?"
I honestly didn't know what she was getting at. I lit a cigarette and thought a minute. Then I told her I couldn't see no reason for her not to give me a pic or two.
"Well, I'll tell you, Pete," she said, putting a hand on my knee. "Don't take this the wrong way or anything – I mean, it's not that I don't trust you, but I just can't let these kind of pictures out of the house. You know what I mean? If anybody ever found out about this and it got back to my husband, well, I hate to think about it."
She looked at me seriously and for the first time the mood we had created over the previous hours changed.
"Hell, Betty, I wouldn't let anyone see them. You think I'd let anybody see them?"
She took my cigarette and dragged deeply, then handed it back. "I didn't say that. But what if you lost them? Or something else, I don't know what. I just can't, Pete. You don't know my husband. And then there's Hope to think about."
The young girl nodded her head gravely. "Daddy'd kill me," she said.
I shrugged my shoulders and rose, "OK," I said. "I guess I can figure how you feel. But listen, if you ever change your mind, you know how to reach me."
They walked me to the front door. Before we opened it and I left, I kissed them both.
"When am I going to see you again, Pete?" Betty asked. She had her arms around my neck and was grinding her pussy against my swelling prick.
"Anytime," I said. "Only not on company time. I can't keep coming out here when there's nothing to fix. As it is, Carl's gonna raise hell with me for staying out so long and billing you for so little."
I gave her my home number and we left it at that. I left the house and started up the truck. Christ, Carl was gonna kill me. I was really going too far and I knew it. But I was so unhappy with the job and my chances in general that I was doing things I never would have dreamed of a few months earlier. If only there was some way of getting out of the rut…
It came to me as I sat there warming up the engine. My body actually jerked and I heard myself gasp. I began to tremble slightly as my mind focused in on it. Was this it, at last? Did I finally have an idea that would really pay off?
My mind was in chaos all the way back to town, possibilities racing back and forth, in and out. By the time I pulled up in front of the office, one thing was certain: I didn't have all the details worked out, but one way or another I was going to get pictures of me and my many development women in the act, and convince them that these photos were a must for their collections. In other words, sell the pictures to them at low weekly installments.
It's called blackmail, I guess, but what the hell, a guy's gotta look out for himself in this world. Doesn't he?