William Davis - The Polaroid club book II

The odor of Sally's passion assailed Cindy's nostrils, and she swallowed hard and began to kiss the soft, wet flesh of her inner thighs, as Sally had done to her. Her brain was reeling, reeling, and desire once more leapt like hot fire in her own loins, as if her body was no longer under her own will.

She heard Sally moaning deep in her throat, felt the black-haired girl's thighs clenching and unclenching about her head. Then her lips were pressed to the other young wife's vulva, her tongue was darting into the fiery flesh of Sally's cuntal orifice. She moved it swiftly, sucking and licking the engorged cavern, driven on to faster and madder lickings as Sally Reagan's hips began to gyrate with the lust-inciting activity of lips and tongue. Cindy's wet red probe found the other girl's clitoris, nuzzled it, ran tantalizing circles round and round the swollen button, moved downward again to slide deep into the passion-drenched passage as Sally grasped the blond young wife's hair in both hands, as Cindy had grasped hers…

Oh, Christ, will you look at Cindy go! thought Ralph Taylor. I never thought I'd live to set a sight like this… Jesus, what would Howie think if he could see his pretty little blonde wife now? Got to get a shot of this, a good closeup… Norma will blow her mind when she sees it…

Once more, he stepped out from behind the screen and moved quickly across the threadbare rug, shouldering the panting form of Steve Samuels out of the way. He focused his Polaroid, leaning in close, setting the lens and peering through the viewfinder. Son of a bitch, what a shot! He could see Cindy's tongue flicking all the way up the Reagan girl's cunt! He snapped the shutter, stepped back. But he didn't retreat behind the screen this time. He just stood there, his great cock jutting out like some huge cobra, its head engorged and waiting, its single eye oozing seminal fluid like anticipatory venom. Samuels, still beating his own immense and turgid cock, looked imploringly at the manager, his eyes saying, "For God's sake, I can't take much more of this! When are we going to stop all this playing around and give it to these two little bitches!"

Ralph ignored the impatient postal clerk, counting off sixty seconds. Then he peeled the photograph off the negative, looked at it. Perfect! Clear and sharp, every detail discernible! He couldn't have asked for a better snap!

He ran behind the screen, put the photo with the others, then brought the tripod out and set it up in the middle of the rug. The two young housewives were completely lost in the lewd act of cunnilingus on the couch, Sally Reagan having jackknifed her legs upward so that Cindy's wildly, crazily bobbing head would move over even more of her flowering, secreting pussy. And Cindy was licking and suckling the moist pink flesh like a madwoman, beyond all caring except for the musky taste of the other girl's genitals in her mouth and the rising floodtide of desire in her own loins and belly.

Taylor set the Polaroid on the tripod, adjusted it, rigged the timer so that it was ready to use. Now's the time, he thought. Samuels is going to cum all over himself and the two women any second now if we don't get started, and I don't want that to happen… he's got to join in on this, him and the Goddamn big dog of his, and I don't want to have to wait around for him to get another hardon… Jesus, my own balls are ready to burst… now's the time, all right…

He moved forward hurriedly to stand over the two naked young wives on the couch. Then, in his booming voice, he commanded, "That's enough, Cindy! Stop it, Cindy, that's enough for right now!"

Cindy Jamison froze with her face buried wetly in the throbbing flesh of the black-haired girl's pussy. That voice… it hadn't been Samuels' voice… and yet it was familiar, coming through her delirium of liquor and marijuana and passion, slicing into the very core of her brain… familiar voice, familiar; it was…

Oh, God, oh, God!

She jerked her head out from between Sally Reagan's wide-splayed thighs, twisted it upward, her eyes blinking open. A look of intense horror, mixed with dismay and disbelief, flashed across her passion-sheened features. She ran her tongue over her secretion-coated lips involuntarily as the shock of recognition all but cleared the swirling fog in her brain.

"Oh, God, R-R-Ralph!" she cried in a strangled whisper.

Ralph Taylor stood leering down at the hunched, naked, horror-stricken form of his star salesman's lovely young wife. His huge, thickly veined prick jutted towards her in its erection like an accusing finger. Behind him, still beating his own throbbing penis with one hand, his face a flushed, sweating red, stood the thinly built postal clerk, his leer almost as salacious as the Auto Circus manager's.

Cindy finally realized the exact dimensions of her position, and scrambled away from the black-haired girl's opened thighs, leaning back against the far end of the couch and putting her fisted hand up to her mouth. She bit her knuckles until they bled, her filmed eyes bulging wide.

Ralph laughed softly, easily, off-handedly, as if he were in his office at Auto Circus instead of in the midst of all this carnal abuse. "I guess you're surprised to see me here, aren't you, Cindy?" he asked her, his eyes gleaming. "Damn right you are. Well, I arranged this whole affair, as a matter of fact. I've been planning it ever since Norma told me about you and Samuels here, planning it so I could get you right where you are now and where you will be before long. What do you think of that, Cindy? How does the idea appeal to you?"

"W-Why?" Cindy managed to moan around the clenched fist. "Oh, G-God, why…?"

"Why do you think, baby? To get that hot little body of yours just the way I want it. You've been swinging it in front of me and every other man around ever since Howie married you, teasing us, telling us in effect that we can look but we can't touch. Well, I took it as long as I could and then I knew I had to have you, and on my terms. These are my terms, Cindy, right here and now. The other two times – up at my cabin, and the other night in the car – were just appetizers, previews of the real thing. Now you're going to fulfill all the promises of that body of yours, everything I've dreamed about and wanted; I'm going to fuck you and I'm going to do it good and proper. This is going to be a night neither one of us is ever going to forget, Cindy baby…"

The words droned on and on, but it was as if a switch had suddenly been pulled somewhere in the tortured young housewife's swirling brain, completely blotting out the rest of Ralph Taylor's words. The complete and utter shock of turning up from the moist, hot womanhood of Sally Reagan, her face sheened with the black-haired girl's excited cuntal secretions, and seeing the nude form of her husband's hated boss had pushed Cindy dangerously close to the fine line between sanity and insanity. Hearing his lewd words, his revelation that he had planned this entire evening, that he was mixed up with, was as bad, as evil as Steve Samuels, had almost sent her over the edge; if it had not been for the liquor and the marijuana and even the passion which still ebbed through her body, she would surely have gone insane in that moment as she crouched there by the couch, staring up at the two naked men with their huge erect penises. This was the final degradation for Cindy Jamison, the ultimate humiliation in a long string of recent inequities. Nothing which happened after this, nothing which she could learn – no other revelation could affect her in the slightest way…

And yet, words spun and tugged at her brain cells, trying to form rational sentences, but she was unable to grasp them through the haze which filled her conscious mind. Something Ralph had said…? What was it… what… And then she knew.