William Davis - The Polaroid club book II

Oh, God, he's inside me… he's inside me…! Cindy thought vaguely, her mind and soul shattered by the liquor and the wretchedness of her emotions, and her body one huge sensation of pagan desire. He can't be doing this… he can't, and I can't be letting him, but he is. Oh, he is… and, oh, God, it feels so good… I must stop him… but how can I when I can't stop myself?

Ralph Taylor's long, hard penis flashed up and down in her tight cuntal passage, his body heaving in demoniacal force as he drew his sperm-heavy cock nearly out of the clasping sheath of the mesmerized young Cindy's pussy, then plunging down again until his aching, bloated testicles slapped ruthlessly against her naked inner thighs. He was so intent on the release of his nearly bursting orgasm, that he never noticed the shadow which pressed against the rear window, or the disbelieving face which gaped in on them…

The general manager of Auto Circus had no trouble finding the Volkswagen. He knew, as Ralph Taylor had known, that the Buick young Howard Jamison usually drove had been sold, so that meant the second car, the one the Jamisons owned, would be out in the broad gravel parking area. He made a couple of excuses after his watch told him fifteen minutes had passed, and snuck out of the large French doors at the side of the house, and worked his way around to the front. The bright moon cast pale, glistening light on the landscape, making his chore easy. The trees and shrubs were as if painted with some ghostly radiance where the shine hit them, and the many lamps illuminating the interior of the house also shone through the windows, helping him as he snuck through the glade.

There… just ahead… the outline of the Volkswagen. Buddy Lathrop sucked in his breath sharply and felt a tingle of anticipation surge through his loins and stiffen his penis as he stealthily approached. If Taylor wasn't kidding…

But he must have been, the head man thought, frowning. There wasn't anybody in the car that he could see… it was totally empty. Then he heard the soft moan, a woman's throaty purr, and the murmuring of, "Ralph… Ralph… Ralph…"

His head nearly dizzy with the anticipatory thoughts of that lovely, naive young wife of one of his best salesman being thoroughly fucked by Taylor… of that luscious Cindy Jamison first succumbing to the sales manager and then to him – Christ! It was enough to send his semen shooting out right then and there!

He hurried to the window… peered in, cupping his hands around his face so that he could see clearly. He eyed the couple.

Great balls of fire! He was doing it! Old Ralph Taylor was fucking the hell out of sweet, innocent Cindy Jamison! Buddy Lathrop nearly staggered backwards as the full impact of the lewd, licentious coupling blasted his eyes. There was his sales manager pumping up and down on top of the lovely little wife of Jamison, sinking his cock to its hilt between her widespread legs, his huge hairy balls slapping noisily against her buttocks. And there was Jamison's wife undulating her body and buttocks in tiny hungry circles, her face turned sideways so that the general manager could see the effect the fuck being thrown into her was having on her body. Her features were contorted, as if in rapture, and her mouth hinged wide, her tongue licking ever dry lips.

The chief of Auto Circus found his breath coming in tight gasps and the burning sensations in his belly growing to maddening proportions with each moment he watched the young naive girl being ravished. His body perspired freely, in spite of the night air, and his forehead was bathed in tiny beads of sweat. His nerves seemed shattered and his mind danced at the salacious sight, and his penis sprung to full hardness, leaving a trail of wetness in his underpants as it climbed to erection.

Cindy Jamison looked almost inhuman to the general manager as he beadily focused on the wildly writhing couple. She was no longer human to him, but a quivering mass of sweating, lust-deranged flesh that was begging for this subjugation, was reveling in humiliation at being fucked by the near-beast over her. She ground her buttocks lasciviously down into the mat of the car and the perspiration on her body and on the sales manager's skin glittered in the pale moonlight like moving diamonds.

Lathrop couldn't stand it much longer. He slowly slid his hands down and stroked his burgeoning cock through his pants. Then, unable to resist the temptation, he unbuckled his pants and let them puddle around his feet. He lifted one leg, his eyes still feasting on the lewd adultery going on before him, and removed one shoe and one pantleg. Then the other… and then his underpants. He moaned, transfixed, his cock jutting forward from his loins and pressing against the rear license plate. The cold metal of the plate against the head of his cock made an odd tingling sensation. He rubbed his thick shaft up and down in time to the rhythmic drubbings of the manager, Taylor, and the salesman's wife, Cindy, as the one screwed into the other mercilessly.

Lathrop watched with lust-filled eyes the actions in the bed of the Volkswagen, ready to crawl up the side of the car to quench the fire raging through his penis and testicles. The sight of that virginal girl being buffeted by Taylor without mercy was too much! Something had to give!

Something did.

The sales manager, Taylor, cried out, "Oh, Jesus! I'm going to cum! I'm going… AAHHHHHHHHHHH!" His body froze in mid-stroke, then hurtled downward again in an insane fury as his climax struck and his white hot semen spewed out of his balls like lava from a volcano, inundating Cindy Jamison's vagina, filling her womb to the overflowing; Buddy Lathrop could see his employee's hot sticky cum flow out around his cock and form a puddle on the black matting beneath their sweating heaving bodies… Then Taylor collapsed forward over the quivering woman, cooing his delight in her ears.

Cindy saw the flash of light as the overhead lamp in the back of the Volkswagen went on and clenched her eyes shut tightly to block it out. Through the haze of alcohol and passion she was dully aware of someone standing at the now open tailgate, hunched slightly forward. But nothing mattered except the body of the man breathing hotly over her.

"Goddamn," she heard a voice harshly grate. "You were right, Ralph, you certainly were right! Her pussy really was climbing!"

"Didn't I tell you I'd nail her? Heh, heh, be patient, if you want a little of her."

"Man, is she tender! If you don't fuck her to death, I will!"

Ralph Taylor chuckled lewdly and Cindy felt his deflating penis slip from her ravaged vagina and his hands pull at her hips. She could sense the sucking withdrawal between her legs and the cool rush of air to her tortured loins, suddenly freed from the body of the sales manager. The pain that existed in her mind and in her loins was replaced by a different pain… that of unsatisfied desire. She squeezed her buttocks together, almost beside herself, for the end was so near and now so far away. She writhed on the mat, lost in the hedonistic world the liquor and her own betraying flesh had evolved, and one hand strayed to her damp, hair-lined slit. She dug into herself greedily, trying to reach the impossible depths the vanquished cock had a moment before.

In the distance she heard the rustle of clothing as the two men changed positions, and she trembled, half in fear and half from impatience. Then… male hands searching over her again, pulling her thighs apart, urgent fingers parting the lips of her throbbing cunt… and a deep voice, a voice she knew but couldn't at the moment identify, rumbling as a storm cloud rumbles thunder from above. "Come on, baby. Big Daddy's gonna show you what fucking is all about!"

She gasped at the force of the powerful fingers… and the sudden blunt stab of a fiery pole of flesh. The still unknown male dropped like a sack of concrete, smashing her tightly to the mat. His thick penis plunged into her hungry waiting cunt, pushing the moist unresisting folds of pussy flesh in rippling waves before its smooth, tunneling head.