He activated the timer, then began to undress hurriedly, his eyes never leaving his mesmerically-staring wife sitting there so provocatively on the carpeting. At last he was nude, his swollen prick jutting out like a quivering spear from his loins, the head slickly-red and pulsating. The camera clicked off the picture, and as he waited his hand dropped almost reflexively to the trembling girth of his cock, began to stroke it lightly in anticipation.
On the floor, Cindy murmured, 'Howie… Howie, don't do that! Howie, that's… that's terrible! Come to me, baby…'
'Not yet!' he gurgled. 'Not yet!' It was time to remove the finished print from the Polaroid, and moments later he held it in his quaking hands. Beautiful! Oh Christ, what an erotic shot! I can see her cunt, spread open and glistening wet… and her clit too, throbbing there… oh, Jesus, Jesus!
'Howie,' moaned Cindy pleadingly, 'Howie, I don't want to do this anymore. Please, Howie I'm on fire and I want you…'
'Goddamnit, not yet!' he shouted. He was busy at the camera again, setting the timer, his cock shaking as if with some inner vibratory power and his balls aching with the buildup of a tremendous load of sperm. 'Get on your knees, Cindy, side-ways to the camera. That's it, that's it! Move your arm up so I can see your breasts jutting down! Good! Now raise your right knee up closer to your tits, honey! That's it, baby, I can see your pussy now!'
'Howie…'
'Just hold it like that, just hold it!' He set the timer and then ran over to her. He had to get in this picture, he had to! He knelt behind her, oblivious to her cries of pleading, and held his cock less than an inch from the full soft entrance to her warm, wet cuntal passage, turning his face to the Polaroid, holding himself still in spite of the oscillations which coursed through his entire being.
The camera clicked off the shot, and he jumped up and ran to it. The picture was every bit as erotic to him as the previous one, more so because he was in it now! He was kneeling there with his great prick almost touching his kneeling young wife's cunt! Oh Christ, never had anything been this exciting before!
Again the timer was set, and again he joined Cindy on the floor. She was just kneeling there now, with her head hanging down, and she was whimpering softly. He went to his own knees again behind her, his hands on her waist. 'This is going to be a good one, baby! I'm going to put it inside you on this one now!' He guided his swollen cock to the warm, butter-soft opening of her vagina, inserted the head inside. Cindy moaned, trying to drive her buttocks back against his rod, to impale herself and still the crescendoing passion inside her, but Howard restrained her with his hands hard at her waist.
'No, no,' he told her. 'We have to wait for the camera, Goddamnit! Now raise your leg a little so the full sight of my cock in your cunt will be exposed to the camera. Goddamn you, Cindy, do what I tell you… ah, that's it! Oh Jesus, this is going to be something… now hold it, hold it…!'
Click.
And then other pictures were taken, more provocative ones, and each time Howard withdrew his cock and ran to the camera again. As the pictures came out, showing Cindy's passion-contorted features and his own, showing his cock pushed into her widespread cuntal passage, he felt his penis leap as if with orgasm. God, oh God, what sights! He was going to blow his wad any minute! But first… yes, it was time to have her do what he had long wanted, and to do what he had long wanted to her; it was time for oral love, for his lips on her pussy and her lips on his prick. Yes, yes! Jesus, what a shot that will make, what a shot, what a shot!
He set the timer, ran back to his trembling young wife. 'Turn over,' he commanded. 'Turn over, Cindy! Lay down on your back!'
There were tears on her cheeks as she obeyed. 'Howie…'
He moved quickly up along her body, holding his quivering cock in his hand again, guiding it toward her head. 'Kiss me, Cindy! Kiss my cock, Cindy! Hurry, baby, hurry! I want to kiss you, too! Kiss your cunt, Cindy!'
She recoiled. Had she heard correctly? Yes, yes, she had… she realized that even through the fog of passion and liquor. He wanted her to perform the same perversions they had seen in those photos, do what the other people had been doing… but she couldn't! Yes, it turned her on to see the others but to take a man's penis between her lips… my God, even Howie's, her husband's… was unthinkable! She couldn't, she just couldn't!
'Howie, I can't! Please, please, don't ask me!'
'Hurry up, the camera's going to go off!' he shouted, trying to push his moist-headed prick against her lips. But she twisted away, moaning.
'No, Howie, I can't, I can't!'
'Damnit! Don't you want to please me? You said you wanted to please me!'
'Not this way, Howie, not this way!'
Click.
'Oh Jesus, you ruined the shot! You ruined it!'
'Howie… for my sake, please Howie…'
'Damn you, what's the matter with you?'
'I can't do that, Howie, I just can't do it! Please understand! Whatever else you want, but not that! Don't ask me again, please!'
He jumped to his feet, staring down at her. His cock was jerking as if with climax again, and he knew it was only a matter of minutes before his testicles would erupt his building load of sperm. He had been so close, so Goddamned close… But there would be other nights, he would see to that. He had to content himself with the fact that he had gotten her to pose for the Polaroid for him, in the nude and… yes, with his cock inside her, too! Tonight was a victory, in that sense, the first victory! The second would come soon enough, he knew that. He just had to be patient with her, patient…
'Howie,' Cindy moaned, writhing on the floor in both passion and discomfiture brought about by Howard's actions. 'Please, love me and make it all right… no more pictures, I beg of you! Love meee!'
'All right!' he shouted. But before he did, he ran to the camera one more time and set the timer. Then he went back to his vibrating young wife, knelt behind her, inserted his cock. She buffeted back against it immediately and he didn't restrain her this time; might as well get a good action shot…
He drove his swollen, soon-to-bursting cock deep inside her, feeling the head slam off her cervix, hearing her moan loudly in pleasure-pain. His balls slammed resoundingly off the moistened slit of her vagina below as he drubbed into her, and he leaned his upper body low over her back, teeth biting lightly into her shoulder, hands finding and squeezing her swaying breasts.
Click.
The sound of the camera shattering seemed to act as a trigger for Howard's boiling desires. He imagined in his mind what the finished print would look like, the eroticism of it, and he could hardly wait until he could pull the print from the camera back. But then the swirling heat in his loins became overpowering, became the only thing that mattered, and he heaved and bucked up into the soft, warm cunt of his kneeling wife with insane vigor, striving to empty his testicles of the great load of sperm seething there…
Cindy felt Howard's gigantic cock thundering into her cunt, filling it, the head ramming hard off her cervix and she knew she was going to cum any moment. She had never in her life been this excited, and the knowledge that the excitement had come as a direct result of looking at dirty pictures, of partaking in them herself with the man she loved, was like a hot knife of confusion in her brain. She wanted Howard, wanted to please him, and yet it was becoming increasingly apparent that she didn't know how; her vagina alone, so moist now and so filled with his masculinity, apparently wasn't enough any longer to satisfy her man. It would take more and more, she thought dazedly as her orgasm spiraled higher and higher, more and more to please him… more pictures… more eroticism… and, oh God, even sucking him with her mouth.
And then all thoughts save for the crescendoing passion vanished from her mind as she buffeted like a rutting animal back against her husband's invading cock, striving for the crest, almost there, almost there, feeling him hard and deep within her, feeling his hands curving down around her back kneading and manipulating her breasts, almost there, and then… and then…
'Oh God, Howie Howie darling, I'm cumming! Howie, I'm cumminnnnnnggggg!'
But Howard only barely heard her wild cry of release, for his cock in that moment had begun to jerk out of control and torrent after torrent of hot, boiling sperm burst along the full length to thunder into her cunt, commingling with the juices of her own release to form a flood-tide of passion that poured out around his spasming shaft and flowed in thin rivulets down her straining thighs as she murmured mindless, incoherent words of delight
