William Davis - The Polaroid club book II

Cindy had gone to the bathroom, but the tremendous, biting sensations which gripped her hungrily tingling body weren't relieved. If anything, in the privacy of the bathroom she was able to go over in her mind the set of photos, and their remembrance only inflamed her trembling loins all the more. She was being consumed by the alcohol and lust, slowly, slowly and she wanted her husband, wanted his throbbing penis buried to its hilt in her teasingly convulsing pussy. Her cunt spasmed as though it was already in the throes of orgasm, and as she walked unsteadily out of the bathroom and started back to the living room, she knew that she couldn't go in there, go in and just sit down and act normal. No, she had to have Howard NOW!

She quickly crossed to the bedroom where Howard had placed their overnight bag, and shedding her clothes, she was soon wearing a long, filmy nightie, her blond hair cascading down her back. She stripped the covers back and lay down on the bed without even a sheet to cover her and waited for her husband.

When he didn't appear within a few minutes, she called out for him, and she heard him walk toward the room. When he opened the door, she said drunkenly; "Quick! Close it, Howie."

"Cindy" he said, again captivated by the sight of his tender young wife spread out waiting for him. "Cindy, I want you" He all but slammed the door, and then he came to the bed, on which she had stopped lying and had now risen into a kneeling position.

"I want you to fuck me" she breathed, unbuckling his pants. "Fuck me, Howie, fuck me"

"What?" He could hardly believe his ears! "Did you say what I thought you said?"

"Yes, Howie!" she slurred as her hand lowered his pants until they pooled down around his shoes. She moved to the waistband of his shorts, sliding under it. She felt the soft tendrils of his curly pubic hair and the touch of his skin sent ripples of sheer lust surging through her. Her hand went still lower, contacting the head of his prick and she ran a fingernail over it. Blood pounded through Howard's loins, causing his cock to leap into erection and palpitate excitedly under her careres.

"Howie" she moaned, pulling his underpants down. She was abandoning herself to lust, to the newly awakened fires within her; and she finally realized that she could admit her enjoyment, her arousal from the pictures without shame. "Howie, don't you want to fuck me?"

"Yes! Christ, yes!" All thought of his boss and his plans for the night were lost now as Howard began to squirm his hips. She stroked his cock and testicles, her fingers burning. He could barely contain himself to take the time to remove his clothes, and then he leapt naked on the bed to embrace his wildly hot wife. He entwined his fingers in her hair and jerked her head up, grinding his mouth down on hers, and her tongue flashed into his mouth like a purveyor of molten fire. His hand went to her nightie, feeling her trembling body through the thin material.

"Make me naked," she whispered against his mouth. "Rip my gown off, Howie, and make me naked!"

His hands bunched the garment and savagely he ripped it downward from her neck, shredding it from her taut, hard-nippled breasts and from around her pink, blond-crested pussy. She helped him by twisting and undulating, her hand still vibrantly fused to his genitals. He moved his hands down over her bare stomach, through the soft golden fleece of her pubic hair, finally touching the pulsating shaft of her erect clitoris. Her loins ground in uncontrolled counterpoint to his massaging fingers and she whimpered in unrestrained pleasure, her long blond hair flailing from side to side.

Cindy continued to enfold her husband's granite-hard cock, feeling every ridge, every muscle of its hardened expanse. She suddenly wanted to know it better, to learn about every inch of it; she was completely lost in the torrent of passion the pictures, the alcohol, and perhaps most of all, her own mind had allowed her to experience.

"I'm going to kiss your penis tonight, Howie," she groaned. "I'm going to let you kiss me, too down there. I want that now, Howie, I want that very much! I'm going to do that, but I've got to have you inside me first to fuck me until I explode!"

"Yes!" he crooned. "Oh, God yes, baby, yes!" Tremors of lewd desire ran rampant through Howard's flesh. This was what he had been dreaming of! This was what he had been trying to have his wife do to him for three years, and what he had thought he'd never achieve! And now she actually wanted to suck him off! Had literally begged to be allowed to do it! And all because of those pictures! How could he ever thank Ralph for giving him the Polaroid?

In that maddening moment, his rhetorical question went unanswered, for Howard's mind had blanked off all thought of what he had agreed to do, the swapping of his wife for Norma, his boss' wife yes, that thought and any other thought except the burning, surging, electrifying compulsion to fuck his wife. Yes, fuck her, just as she'd said; first her tender cunt and then later, her sensitive lips

But Ralph Taylor had answered that question. The manager grinned with wild-eyed lust at his wife, and Norma returned the insidious look. Then they turned their attention back to the little square loudspeaker box mounted over the head of their bed; the master unit of a three-station intercom system, especially installed so that they could monitor either of the two guest bedrooms. It was on, and the moaning, panting sounds of Howard and Cindy Jamison filled the bedroom, whipping the Taylors into further sex fever.

"Man, listen to them, lover," Ralph gloated. "She's going to go down on him, going to suck his cock for the first time. Well maybe her plans are going to be changed a bit."

His wife, whom he was fucking dog-fashion so that they could both face the intercom, turned her head around again, her features contorted with passion and urgency. "Yes, yes, you bastard, make her eat you instead. Take her then oohhhh but not before I cum, Ralph not before I cum!" And with that, Norma angled her cunt up backwards, impaling her wide-stretched buttocks on the erect, thrusting spear of her husband's great, swollen penis. "More, Ralph," she whimpered. "More cock!"

And from the speaker the Taylors heard Cindy chanting mindlessly, "You're wonderful, you're wonderful, you're wonderful" and her rampaging husband's chorus of: "Baby baby I love to fuck you love to fuck you"

The two couples, one very aware of the other's mating and the other so lost in their actions as to be oblivious to any outside interference, raced with demoniacal force to their respective orgasms. Howard rocked above his lovely wife, speaking obscenely into her ear, and that in turn made her rotate her buttocks still more insanely. Cindy reacted with chills of excitement and rapture spiraling the full length of her spine as she felt the tempo of her husband's burgeoning cock burrow deeper and deeper into her throbbing cunt.

"Fuck me Howie, fuck me" she responded, not knowing that her words were being picked up by the microphone overhead. "I'm almost there, darling!" She began to toss her head in frenzied, abandoned ecstasy, rapturous little moans escaping from his lips. She was so wild she was going out of her mind! This is what Norma had meant, about being free! How right she'd been! Oh! Oh! She'd never known anything this good existed!

Howard increased his pace and the length of his stroke, knowing that he couldn't last much longer, feeling the volcano of his sperm-filled balls ready to erupt. Cindy raised her widespread loins up to him in simultaneous rhythm to his downward thrusts, gurgling her encouragement, her every moan and word being transmitted to the adjoining bedroom and the greedy ears of her husband's boss and his wife. Howard pounded his pile-driving cock harder and harder into her eagerly sucking cunt, pressing his hands behind her knees and thrusting them back hard against her breasts until her head was framed between them, bringing the tableau of her soft, innocent pussy open yet wider to his lashing plunges.