William Davis - The Polaroid club book II

Oh, Jesus he thought, this is really going to be something! That big bastard really knows what he's doing, all right. I couldn't have mapped out the progression of events for tonight any better myself! Goddamn, my balls are aching with my cum and the big guy is waiting behind the screen and Ringo is waiting in the kitchen… this is going to be the finest night I've ever spent, I know it! You bitches, you're REALLY GOING TO GET YOURS TONIGHT!

"Both of you!" he commanded in a panting, wheezing voice. "Take off your clothes! Strip down to your bra and panties. Hurry up, you fucking little sluts!"

Like twin marionettes, the drugged and subjugated young women stood in unison and stripped off their outer garments, leaving their underclothes on as Samuels had instructed. They stood there, side by side, staring straight ahead as the small man viewed their vibrant flesh with hungry, almost inhuman eyes.

"Now then, Mrs. Reagan," he snapped. "Roll your panties down, slowly, nice and slowly. Let's see that fine, sweet young cunt of yours. You, Mrs. Jamison. Watch her, look at her cunt. Goddamn you, do what I tell you!"

Through hazed eyes, young Cindy Jamison watched the automatonical movements of Sally Reagan as the other woman obeyed Samuels' orders, slowly rolling her panties down, down, until the curling dark triangle of her pubic hair came into view. Still lower she rolled the thin garment, down almost to her knees, and then the postal clerk commanded her to stop.

"Open your thighs!" gasped Samuels. "Open 'em wide enough to get your hand between them! That's it! Now play with your cunt, Mrs. Reagan! Put your finger on your clit, put it inside you! Get it all nice and hot while we watch, Mrs. Reagan!"

In horrified fascination, Cindy watched the black-haired girl move her thighs open, exposing the softly hair-fringed lips of her pussy with its dainty clitoris nestled in the smooth pink folds. Cindy swallowed hard as Sally lowered her hand there, middle finger extended, her face sheened with sweat and torture-racked, and began to slowly masturbate. Her legs bent slightly to allow her massaging fingers more room to slide between her opened thighs, and then she rubbed faster and faster her cuntal valley.

"Mrs. Jamison!" grunted Samuels. "Pull Mrs. Reagan's panties all the way down. No, don't stop playing with yourself, Mrs. Reagan! Do what I told you, Goddamn you, you bitch Jamison!"

Mesmerically, her brain a spinning carrousel, Cindy squatted before the sweating body of the other girl and drew her panties all the way down over slender, perfectly formed legs, letting the garment puddle at Sally Reagan's feet. Then she straightened again, tension rising in her stomach, her eyes glued to the sawing fingers of the blackhaired girl.

"Put one leg up on the couch, Mrs. Reagan! Let's see all of that cunt of yours! Let's see you shove your finger all the way up your sweet little pussy!"

Sally propped one foot up as directed, and the full expanse of her softly glistening cuntal slit was exposed to Cindy's and Samuels' eyes. The black-haired wife's heaving fingers slithered wetly in and out of the wide-splayed vaginal opening, and she began to secrete heavily in spite of her hopeless subjugation.

From behind Cindy, in the direction of the screen, there came a sudden popping sound and a flash of light. But neither of the young housewives were aware of it, completely lost in the miasma of drug and enslavement.

Cindy, watching the masturbating girl, felt an odd tingling begin in her own loins, as if she was becoming excited at the lewd and lascivious sight. But no, no, that couldn't be! And yet, in back of the whirling in her brain, she knew it was true, knew that the words of Norma Taylor had been accurate. She was a passionate woman, and sexuality had its effect on her – even such salaciousness as this. She couldn't fight it, even if she wanted to. She had to submit to the feelings, submit to Samuels, submit to everything or there was no hope…

Deep wetness began to stain her panties as she watched Sally Reagan, heard low mewls of unwanted pleasure begin to purl through the black-haired girl's lips. Samuels saw that immediately, and his prick leaped exultantly in his trousers, jerking to its full erectness as he watched the carnal scene taking place right before him.

"All right!" he snapped. "Now it's your turn, Mrs. Jamison. Roll your panties down, all the way off, and put your leg up on the sofa like Mrs. Reagan. Face her, and play with your cunt like she's playing with hers! Oh, Jesus, hurry up, hurry up, you bitch!"

And Cindy obeyed, beyond all caring now, abandoning herself in her drugged and liquored state to the inevitability of her situation. She rolled her panties down, down and off, raised her leg up on the couch, lowered her hand to her moistened vaginal valley. And then her fingers began moving, began sliding through the wet, warm folds of her pussy, and the ripples of pleasure grew and she was powerless to stop them. Faster and faster her fingers flashed in the sweet softness of her cunt, watching with lidded eyes the black-haired girl doing the same thing directly in front of her. In unison the two young housewives ravaged their genitals, black and blond pubic triangles glistening with the nectar of their passion, faster and faster and faster…

Behind the screen on the other side of the room, Ralph Taylor stood naked, his thick, blood-engorged penis quivering with excitement as he watched the two masturbating young women. The Polaroid camera, with which he had just taken one good shot of the Reagan girl, trembled expectantly in his hands. Goddamn, this was working out even better than he had expected! Cindy Jamison, playing with herself like that, before his feasting eyes – Christ, what an enticing sight! He couldn't wait to get his bulging prick inside that fine, tender cunt of his star salesman's wife again! But first, there were the photos…

Taylor stepped out, holding the Polaroid up, focusing through the viewfinder on the lascivious sight before him. Both women had their eyes squeezed tightly shut… no problem about seeing him or the flash. Yet. He wanted to wait until just the right moment for his own appearance, and he thought he knew when that would be. He had planned it all out very carefully beforehand with Samuels…

He held the Polaroid steady, found the angle and shot he wanted, and clicked the shutter. The flash went off, and he had the picture. He nodded to the venereous postal clerk, who grinned back at him lewdly, and then he stepped behind the screen again. He looked at his watch, began counting off sixty seconds.

"All right, stop playing with yourselves now!" ordered Samuels, and the two young housewives ceased their wild masturbationings. They waited, dreading the command which was to come, whatever it may be, rigid as stone statues.

The depraved government employee laughed high and shrill, and then he demanded, "Play with one another now, you bitches! Step forward and unhook one another's bra straps. Let's have a look at both your sets of tits! Then rub each other's body, play with your tits and your cunts!"

Oooohhhhhh! wailed Cindy's mind at this impossible indignity, but she did as bid. There was no other choice, she knew that and Sally Reagan knew that; this was lesbianism, perversion, but it was not half as bad as touching and being touched by that evil Steve Samuels. At least she and Sally Reagan were drawn close together by mutual need, by mutual pain, and it would not be as terrible as what was surely to come later…

Cindy's arms went around the black-haired girl, even as she felt Sally's arms go around her. Palsied fingers fumbled at bra straps, pulling them loose, drawing them over each other's smooth, soft shoulders, baring their twin sets of high, proud breasts, nipples hardened in spite of their subjugation. Then they were touching one another, Cindy sliding her slick palms up and down the fevered flesh of the other girl, feeling in turn the hot tingling movements of Sally's fingers on her own skin.