I pressed two buttons on my remote and cool jazz from the early Sixties, contemporary to the pictures we were about to see, started to fill the room and then cheesecake girlie photographs began to flicker onto the screen. The ladies were rapt, spellbound at their Mother/Sister's work, several times exclaiming aloud at shots they had recognized from some movie reference or another. I made sure to include shots that I thought might turn them on, and it was clear that I had succeeded. Rhonda had her hand on my thigh and she squeezed it hard when a shot of a buxom woman being restrained and forced to eat another woman' s pussy. On my other side, petite Darcy was curled up next to me, and I had snaked my hand around her waist and under her sweat shirt. I was lightly caressing her tits and gently pinching her nipples. I felt her gasp when a picture of a bound and gagged woman on her knees was being spanked by another woman in black leather burst onto the screen.
I was learning a lot about my two companions!
I was also getting eager to go down on little Darcy's sweet and proper pussy. I got down on my knees in the shadowy room and pulled her sweats down and off her legs. To my surprise she had on black garters and stockings, and she smiled wickedly at me as I knelt between her legs, smiling like a kid at Christmas. But only for a moment, and then she looked back to the screen. I leaned in and nuzzled her trimmed bush, gave her pussy a quick lick, and then another. I then ran my tongue from the bottom of her pussy all the way to her clit, which got me an appreciative moan for my efforts. I slurped away at her pussy, taking my time with her wet box without even trying to make her cum. I saw Rhonda scoot in close to Darcy and pull off her sweat top. She caressed Darcy's tits while watching the screen as I kept lapping away at Darcy's sweet pussy.
I figured I should keep things even before the actual Competition Pictures came up, so I shifted over to Rhonda's lap and began to undo her pants. She stopped me. "Unh-unh. It's your turn.", she said. She led me to sit on the couch and undid my pants. My hard cock sprang out and Rhonda giggled with delight just before turning to Darcy. "Dance, Darcy. Get up and dance while I suck on Harry's dick." Rhonda then laid across the couch with her head on my lap but facing the screen so she could still watch. Darcy got up and began to do a Go-Go style dance to the jazz, her body illuminated only by the black and white pornography cast onto the wall, and onto Darcy's sinewy frame as she twisted and grooved out, like Goldie Hawn on Laugh-in. You could see her smiling beneath the whirling of her head and hair back and forth, she was completely dervished out, moving like an elemental force.
Rhonda wasted no time on my cock. She bobbed up and down hard, taking half of it in her mouth while pumping my shaft. I saw that Rhonda's other hand was squeezing her own tit, and pinching her nipple through the t-shirt. Darcy danced harder when she saw Rhonda gulping down so much of my dick. Rhonda kept sucking me off, getting my cock wetter and wetter with her spit. I could feel it drip down my balls the more she did it. All the while I was seeing amazingly sexy women projected onto an amazingly sexy woman! The moments stretched out until the screen faded to black. I told the girls to come and sit down, as their photos were about to come on the screen
The shots Darcy took, showing Rhonda and I fucking, came up first. They were excellent. A little formal in their composition, but perfectly shot as befits a person who took classes in photography. Rhonda has slipped her pants off and was fingering her clit as she watched.
"Play that one again." She said more than once, and I always accommodated. Darcy crawled over to her other side, took off her vest and lifted up her t-shirt. I dived into her tits at the same time Darcy did, and we both began to suck her nipples, one on either side. Rhonda groaned and moaned as we suckled loud on her tits like greedy little piglets as her fingers flew faster and faster on her clit. Darcy held out her hand to me, palm out, and shook it to tell me to do the same. I did. Our hands joined and our fingers intertwined. She then extended her pointing finger, and I did the same—all of this without ever taking our mouths off of Rhonda's lush tits. Darcy directed our clasped hands with the first finger extended to Rhonda's pussy and we began to finger fuck her. Our double finger easily sliding in and out of Rhonda's wet pussy.
"Oh shit, oh my fucking god! That is so Hot!" Screamed Rhonda, watching us, well I guess you could call it Patty-Cake-Fucking her pussy. Or maybe 'Steeple' fucking her. You know, here's the church, here's the steeple . . . perhaps I digress.
The screen dimmed and faded to black, and then Rhonda's shots came up next. They were less technically proficcient, but more visually arresting, in a way that suited Darcy's Louise Brooks' style. Darcy now was the one who leaned back to see herself, being fucked and sucked on. Rhonda cackled. "I'd knew you love it. You said you wouldn't!"
"I didn't think they would be . . . so good. Oh! Would you . . .?" Darcy gestured to me wildly to go back to the previous image of her writhing on the bed. Of course, I accommodated. I then went to her on the couch, and picked her up. I put myself on the seat where she was and then placed her on my lap, with my cock outside her pussy, but when I reached around I could press my dick flat against her whole cunt and tickle her little clit with the head of my cock. She sat on my lap staring at the film of her own naked body, while I got her pussy even wetter by stroking my cock up and down her entire slit. Her pale slender body gyrated on top of me, reflecting the screen's light, turning her skin into a canvas of herself.
Rhonda got next to me and sat up on her knees to pull and kiss on Darcy's tiny nipples. Darcy gasped and whined at the pleasure of being teased, both on her tits and her pussy, but she never stopped looking at the screen, and neither did Darcy. Me? I had seen all the pics already, numerous times. Heh.
Darcy, wide-eyed and gasping finally put her hand on my dick and guided it into her pussy, shouting a grunt of victory as she did.
"Oh, hell yeah Darcy. Fuck that big dick!", Rhonda encouraged. Darcy sat up and put her hands on her head, and began to thrust her hips back and forth, while keeping the top half of her body completely still. She had some gymnastics experience in college, and she used it to it's full effect. I pressed another button on my remote, and the jazz changed over into some slick old garage rock I had heard on Little Steven's Underground Garage. It was melodic and real, raw and slow. Darcy growled with pleasure as she writhed on my cock, turning around to look in my face. Our eyes locked for a few seconds, a few thrusts, a few breaths and then she leaned all the way back, pressing her body into mine.
Rhonda now crawled down to between out legs and began to lap greedily at Darcy's pussy.
"Oh fuck, Rhonda! Oh shit that feels so goddamned good!", Darcy squealed. A wicked little laugh muffled by slender thighs came from between our legs as Darcy began to thrash and shake, cumming with a huge shudder. She grew slack and limp against me, and I felt Rhonda pull my dick out of Darcy's pussy and pull it into her mouth. I poured Darcy onto the seat beside me and stood up, catching the image on my own body for the first time. Rhonda was on her knees in front of me, swallowing my cock and jerking me off with a reckless abandon. I helped her to her feet and led her behind the couch and bent her over it facing the screen. I started fucking her from behind, slamming my cock into her so hard the couch shook with every pounding I gave her. Rhonda loved it! She was even laughing! And not a weird demented laugh, like a Psycho having a delusion, but a genuine laugh of pleasure and enjoyment.
"Oh yes, yes yes, Harry! I sooo need a good decent fuck! Just keep fucking me! Fuck me as hard as you can you weird ass fucker!"
I was holding her fat ass cheeks firmly, my fingers digging into her middle aged fanny. I kept my pace up with the music, giving Rhonda a hard orgasm and fucking her right through it, as if it didn't happen, which made her almost slack with lust. By then Darcy had gathered herself enough to want to get back into the game.
"Bring her around, Harry. I want her face in my pussy. Come make her lick my Cunt." Darcy had a far away sound in her voice, like a part of her was speaking that usually was forced to keep silent. I felt Rhonda gasp a little, and thereby knew she wanted to be made to do it. I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head up, and kissed her in the cheek. I pulled my cock out of her with a sudden plop, that made her whimper and stagger in my arms. I led her around the the front of the couch, where Darcy was sprawled out, her legs spread luridly wide, her fingers spreading open her petite pussy. I made Rhonda get down on the couch and pushed her face into Darcy's pussy, where Darcy batted my hands away and took over the using of her Aunt's mouth and tongue as a sex toy. Not to be outdone, I shoved my cock roughly back into her, and began to pound away, forcing Rhonda to bump against Darcy's pussy with each thrust, much to Darcy's pleasure. Rhonda's hands found there way to Darcy's tits and began to play with them in a way that made Darcy writhe and whimper even more.
The pictures kept appearing on the screen, as the program was timed to do a random repeat after the whole series ran. But we were finally oblivious to the pictures of others and ourselves that splashed themselves on the walls. I fucked with all my might and body, giving every inch of my cock into Rhonda's pussy. I could see Darcy's hands entwined in Rhonda' honey blonde hair, pulling her closer and closer. Darcy was staring at me, looking at me as I fucked them both, denying them nothing, giving them all they needed and wanted. Darcy grinned at me, and then licked her dark lips, and I came hard, bucking my hips and slapping Rhonda's ass, starting a chain reaction of orgasms in her and Darcy, that left us all shaking and gasping for air, our sweaty limbs tangled in each other on that soft couch in that darkened room. I pressed one more button, and some calm music replaced the rock, and a photo montage of Jazz musicians in Paris came on the screen.
