William Davis - The Polaroid club book II

Young Cindy Jamison felt her breath quicken as Sally rubbed and caressed her swollen breasts, passing over the nipples with tantalizing slowness, and her mind cried out futilely with the unwanted pleasure of the contact. She could feel Sally's hot breath on her face, knew that her own was thudding against the black-haired girl's. Sally Reagan was as excited as she! Oh, God, oh, God…

Then their hands were sliding down the fevered flesh of one another's smooth, hot torso, over the flat planes of their stomachs, along their quivering flanks, down to the moist fleece between their slightly open legs. Cindy felt the other girl's finger seek out and find her clitoris, felt delicious excitement as it was tweaked again and again, and her extended middle finger located the other young wife's clit and returned the favor. They stood there like that, panting hard, playing with one another, their breasts touching now, the nipples pressed almost against one another as if trying to fuse the two young housewives together in their bondage…

Neither of the girls saw or were aware of first one sharp burst of light, and then, sixty seconds later, another. Ralph Taylor had two more pictures for his collection…

"That's enough, that's enough!" shouted Steve Samuels. His rubbery lips were drooling uncontrollably now as he watched the two mutually subjugated women playing with one another before him. He had stripped off his clothes in his excitement, and now stood before them completely naked, his small, thin body trembling with his desire, his long, thick, enraged prick standing like a rigid sentinel in his right hand. He stroked it lightly, eyes gleaming, causing the glans eye to emit beginning droplets of his semen.

"Mrs. Jamison, get down on the couch. Lean back, and spread your legs wide! Do it now!"

Mutely, Cindy obeyed, sitting and leaning back, her eyes squeezed tightly shut, her pussy secreting a tiny excited flow now at the manipulations of the other girl. Sally Reagan stood above her, her own cunt wet from the blond wife's strokings, the black triangle slickly moist with her juices.

"Get down between her legs, Mrs. Reagan!" husked the venereous postal clerk, still stroking his thick, hardened cock. "Get down there and grovel in Mrs. Jamison's cunt! Lick it! Lap up her cunt like you were a dog, Mrs. Reagan! Like you were Ringo!"

"Nooo!" The strangled sound tore from Sally's marijuana-drugged body, a piteous protest against what was being asked of her.

Samuels stepped forward and slapped her, hard, across the face. "You fucking bitch! Do what I tell you, or I'll fix your wagon! I'll fix it good, and you know I can do it! Now get down there and eat Mrs. Jamison's cunt!"

A tortured sob burst from Sally's young body, but she lowered herself onto her knees between Cindy's wide-splayed thighs. Her hands came up, fingers fanning out on the blond wife's trembling inner thighs. Her head moved forward, and her hot breath blew like searing flame into the opened wet expanse of Cindy Jamison's cuntal passage.

Cindy had been shocked into frozen immobility by the lewd instructions of Steve Samuels, unable to move or think in that moment as the knowledge of what he wanted the two girls to do raced like a sick cancer through her body. Then she felt the touch on her inner thighs of Sally Reagan, felt the hot breath blowing against her open vagina, and she wanted to leap up, wanted to run, run, get far away from this place of sin. But she was unable to move, unable to prevent what happened next, could only lie there with tears squeezing past her clamped eyelids to cascade down her pretty, ashen face.

With a low mewl of total submission, Sally Reagan began to kiss Cindy's thighs, began to plant hot moist kisses on the smooth warm flesh. Then her tongue was snaking out, and Cindy heard a muffled sob just before she felt the electric contact of the black-haired girl's fiery wet probe against her trembling clitoris, felt it lick molten swaths from the quivering button down through the soft wetness of her fleece-lined cuntal lips to the widespread opening of her vaginal orifice.

She cried out in disgust and… something else, passion, the same tremendous excitement she had known from the touch of her husband Howard's lips and tongue on her cunt. She raised her buttocks up off the couch involuntarily, closing her thighs around the tortured Sally Reagan's slavering head. The action only forced the black-haired housewife's tongue to slide deep and hotly into her gently throbbing cuntal passage, firing more intensely the flowing juices of her desire. Her hands came down, as if with a will of their own as with them she spread her own thighs wider apart once again, giving the other young woman more access to her cunt, and entangled her hands spasmodically in the rich, titian strands of hair.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh!" chanted Cindy mindlessly, completely lost in the delirious feelings which the other woman's lips and tongue were unleashing through her belly and loins…

His cock throbbing with maddening desire at the salacious sight he was witnessing through the chinks in the screen, Ralph Taylor stepped out once again with his Polaroid. He took a quick shot of the Reagan girl ravaging Cindy's widespread pussy, his breath coming faster and faster. He was aware that Samuels was edging closer to the two girls on the couch, his hand beating his turgid prick faster and faster as he stared with unabashed lust naked on his face at the black-haired girl performing cunnilingus on the other, blond-haired young wife. When the picture was ready, after sixty seconds, Taylor moved around so that he could get Samuels in the next shot and quickly snapped the shutter; that ought to be a really wild one, he thought ardently as he stepped back behind the screen once again…

The venereous postal clerk beat his swollen penis with practiced fervor as he watched the two naked young girls before him. Oh, shit, I'm going to blow my wad any second now… but I can't, not yet… too much is still to happen, I can't lose a drop of my cum yet… have to save it all for these two bitches, all of it for them… Christ, look at young Mrs. Reagan licking Mrs. Jamison's cunt, she's really going after it now… both of them are liking it, the sluts, the whores… but now it's Mrs. Cindy Jamison's turn to get a taste of some pussy herself!

"Stop!" he rapped out. "That's enough, Mrs. Reagan! That's enough! Now it's Mrs. Jamison's turn to lick your cunt!"

Even in her aroused, drugged state, Cindy's mind recoiled in horror at Samuels' salacious words. No, she couldn't, she wouldn't! And yet, she had to, there was no other alternative… and she had known from the moment Sally Reagan had been instructed to perform this act of orality on her flesh, that she would be forced to reciprocate… known it and rejected it momentarily in spite of its inevitability.

She felt Sally's lips and tongue and head leave her wide-splayed cunt, and her eyes fluttered open, looking directly into the tortured, secretion-sheened face of the other woman. Ripples of disgust, of terror coursed through her as she heard Samuels shouting for the black-haired girl to sit on the couch, to splay her legs wide and reveal all of her cuntal expanse to Cindy's attentions. Then Sally was obeying, sitting next to her, legs opening, and Cindy could see every inch of the dampened, softly fleece-lined pinkness of the other young wife's pussy.

She wanted to gag, but she found herself responding to Samuels lewd words and commands, found herself dropping to the floor, into a kneeling position, and then moving over so that she was poised between Sally Reagan's thighs, her face only inches from the throbbing wet flesh of her passion. I can't do this, I can't, oh, God… Cindy thought in mortification, and then, as if in some perverse defiance to her thoughts, her head plunged forward and buried itself in the soft moistness of the black-haired wife's vaginal furrow.