William Davis - The Polaroid club book II

And the tableau held like that for the next two minutes, the two men and the two women and the grunting, monstrous dog. The room was filled with panting and wheezing sounds, with the moans of the women as their bodily orifices were hammered asunder by the three rampaging cocks, with the harsh, wet slapping sounds of flesh thudding against flesh. Sweat glistened in the overhead lights off the naked, undulating bodies, and the smell of sex was strong and musky in the air.

Steve Samuels was the first of them to reach orgasm. He fucked deep and long and hard into the warmly resilient, tightly clenched anus of Sally Reagan, feeling the rubbery expanse wrapped around every inch of his hardened flesh – and then his fingers dug painfully into her hips, the nails drawing blood there, as he was no longer able to control himself, as he felt his balls erupt their great load. "I'm cumming, ohhhhhhh, aaaaahhhhhhhhhh!" he screamed in a high-pitched wail, and then his prick began to jerk out of control and the first hot boiling squirts of semen began to pour out of it to fill the black-haired girl's rectal channel as his ejaculating balls slammed resoundingly off the wet cuntal valley below. The sudden bursting of his fiery cum into her bowels caused Sally Reagan to flash her tongue sensuously in and out, in and out, of Ralph Taylor's ever working rectal mouth as if it, too, were about to cum, as if she were actually fucking him there with the long wet probe.

Taylor couldn't hold back after that. He emitted a loud, grunting sigh of release, jamming his hips forward with the full power of his thick body, burying his cock deep into the subjugated and lovely young wife's soft, warm mouth. Her throat tightened and untightened as gusher after gusher of his burning fluid swirled from his wildly jerking rod, swallowing desperately to keep from strangling on the frothing sperm, her cheeks bloating and hollowing as the cavern of her mouth filled and emptied, filled and emptied.

"Keep sucking, keep succcckkkiinngggg!" he screamed. "MILK my balls, oooohhhhhhhhhhh!"

Her Adam's apple continued to bob in rapid sequence as she fought to suck him empty, swirling her tongue round and round the throbbing glans to wipe him dry, only to be inundated by new flashes of the white hot liquid. Cindy twisted her head madly from side to side, her long blond hair churning, and her own orgasm was near to happening then as she milked the sperm from her husband's boss' cock, at the same time screwing her buttocks greedily back against the heaving German Shepherd like a she-demon gone insane. The giant animal's tongue hanging onto her sweat-slick back dripped saliva as Ringo fucked into the waving buttocks from behind. Then, without warning, the huge beast jerked forward and its cock began spitting its sperm in hard spurts deep into her clasping vagina. Cindy's rounded buttocks contracted uncontrollably, and a scream muffled out around Taylor's insanely jerking cock in her mouth. Still the German Shepherd flowed his fiery load deep into her soft, clasping cunt, and thick white liquid began to ooze from her tight channel squeezing the prick of the dog; thin trails of the sticky seed ran down the ivory columns of her thighs, and her backside glistened, displaying obscenely soaked pubic hair and pink flesh as she heaved forward against Ralph's loins, swallowing his bursting cum the same way her feminine organs were swallowing the giant dog's seed.

And then, as if the mutual cummings of the German Shepherd and the automobile executive were the final trigger of her own coming orgasm, Cindy felt the beginnings of wild, rapturous, kaleidoscopic release take hold of her own body. She gurgled mindlessly and squealed around Ralph's spasming prick, still swallowing his seemingly never ending flow of sticky hot sperm, trying not to lose a single drop of the bittersweet seed. She reached a pinnacle of pleasure almost as great as any she had ever experienced with Howard, with the man she loved, as her cum flowed and flowed and ebbed through her trembling, oscillating body…

Finally, the rapidly deflating cock of the dog, Ringo, slipped from her mauled cuntal passage with a wet sucking noise that echoed lewdly through the panting silence of the room. Then the great beast, tail wagging thankfully and satiatedly, dropped its head to her widespread crotch in one last act of obscene depravity and licked at the white sticky liquid oozing from her still quivering cunt. Cindy fell backward then, comatose on the floor, Ralph Taylor's already limp prick pulling wetly from her mouth. Taylor, too, collapsed in the aftermath of his tremendous ejaculation, muttering softly, "Oh, Jesus, that was the best ever, oh, Jesus!" And Sally Reagan and Steve Samuels, too, were now lying prone on the carpet as the heaving naked flesh of the four people gradually began to still and relax.

But that was not to be the end of the evening, not by any stretch of the imagination. Later, Cindy Jamison could not remember much of what had happened – she did not want to remember, for what she did recollect was too terrible and she immediately blanked it from her mind defensively. More pictures were taken, with groups of three and four and five, with the dog Ringo as the focal point. More cocks were thrust into the palpitating flesh of Cindy and Sally, jerking, ejaculating cocks… and there was pleasure for the young blonde wife too, more pleasure, exciting orgasms that almost but not quite approximated that one with Ringo, the German Shepherd, cumming inside her cunt while Ralph Taylor spewed his fiery seed deep into her hungrily clasping throat. On and on it went, far into the night, almost until dawn, until all the participants in this lewd play were too exhausted to continue, until Ralph Taylor finally told Steve Samuels that they would have to call it a night, though he was sure that they would be seeing one another again…

Cindy Jamison, sick at soul, with human and animal seed commingling in her body that had been pumped in through all three of her bodily orifices, satiated with hateful, unwanted sexual gratification, never knew how she got home. She did not feel Ralph Taylor dress her and carry her out to where his car was parked at the rear of the postal clerk's house, and then drive her to her cottage. Nor did she feel Ralph carry her into the house and put her to bed, and then kiss her matted pubic mound once, smilingly, before he left her.

She only knew that when she awoke, with the first gray light of dawn filtering through the bedroom curtains, she was alone and in her own bed.

Cindy was lying in the darkened bedroom, staring at the ceiling and trying to blank her mind against the recurring images of what had happened in the home of Steve Samuels, when the telephone rang at four o'clock the next afternoon.

She lay there, stiffly listening to the incessant ringing sound, not wanting to answer it, not wanting to talk to anyone. But then, with the ingrained instinct of all humans to answer the doorbell or the telephone when it rings finally overcoming her apathy, she swung out of bed and listlessly shrugged into her robe. She moved slowly into the living room, her body aching from bruises in a half-dozen places, her vagina and anal passage still sore and rubbed raw from the merciless drubbing of the lust-hardened penises of Steve Samuels and Ralph Taylor and that impossible German Shepherd.

The soul-sick young wife lifted the receiver, cutting the bell off in mid-ring, and said lifelessly, "Hello?"

"Cindy? Honey, is that you?"

Howard. I don't want to talk to him, she thought. I don't want to ever see or talk to him again, I hate him, I hate him for what he's done to me, what he's made me become. But instead of slamming the receiver down, she pressed it tightly to her ear, as if her physical being was acting in direct disobedience to the demands of her brain. She said, "Yes, Howie, it's me."