Daphne was jerking off her nipples like they were a pair of stiff little dicks. Her breasts had swelled to almost double their normal size and began flushing to a dull purple color. They stretched the tit sacks so tight there was no jiggle in them anymore and they had grown four or five inches in length too.
They looked like the ends of monstrous, erect purple salamis sticking out of her chest. Daphne had cupped as much as she could of those tight tubes with the remaining fingers of each hand and started jacking off her own tits! She worked the skin back and forth in a hard, fast rhythm in time with the thumb-stroking of her nipple shafts; the swollen, purple breast meat sliding inside the tight, transluscent outer skin.
Although she was pumping at lightening speed now, I could see that her hands were working in unison, both sliding in and out at the same time over her jugs and nipples. Her back was forced into an arch and with each stroke her whole upper body and neck jerked forward not three feet away from my awestruck face. I looked up into her mouth which was held stretched open in a silent scream as she jerked off her tits.
Her nostrils flared out and her face flushed a dull, blood red.
She had gotten some lubrication from a liquid that began seeping out of her nipple holes and her hands became a slippery, sliding blur as Daphne's tit climax overtook her. Even as her her body became paralyzed in orgasm her hands continued to work. As I stared in shock, her nipples came and began spurting their tit cream out in gushes, each stroke of her hands squeezing out a long, steady stream of milky cum-juice from each tit. At that moment I also exploded, filling my pants with more cum than I had every shot before, but it was no match for the waterfall flowing from Daphne's pumping boobs.
As if they had a life of their own, they continued to pump out streams of tit-jism, gradually emptying their swollen sacs, while
Daphne stood frozen like a statue in the grip of her orgasm.
The only other movement came from her throat which was spasming up and down trying to force air into her lungs, but even her breathing had ceased. Her bulging, staring eyes and grossly distorted, open mouth showed me the terror inside of her; knowing she was running out of oxygen, out of life itself and yet also knowing she was powerless to voluntarily move a muscle.
Her horror increased as she watched her hands continue on their own to squeeze out more and more; her tits beginning to wobble again after emptying out some of the pressure. They must have pumped it out for 30 or 40 seconds! Her fingers were so completely covered with the slime that each stroke filled the room with slippery, squelching, slurping noises. Most of the stuff landed on the tabletop, but much of it streamed down onto my face and clothes. I opened my mouth and tongue to it, drinking in the sweet white syrup even as my prick was pouring out its own juice into my lap.
As she began to come down I thought to myself, "No one has ever seen what you just have and nobody is ever likely to see it again.
And who would believe it, if I told them!". Choking, gurgling noises woke me out of my stupor as I looked up at Daphne. Gentle spasms racked her body from head to toe, like she was shivering in the cold, as the last of the cream oozed from her nipples. It covered her tits, which had come down to their normal size and color. Gooey, white masses of it hung and dripped from her fingers and nipples, which she still had hold of. She gave one last shudder and appeared to come out of her trance, staring at her chest as if not knowing what she had done.
Somewhat ashamedly, she began to clean herself off (the bathroom wasn't in this room). Using her fingers, she scooped up the still warm, thickening cream off of her breasts in several loads, licking and sucking it into her mouth each time and swallowing it down. Her smacking lips made delicious squishing noises as she tried to swallow and clean the voluminous white goo off her tongue. It had become thick enough that I could see her gagging a little as her throat muscles worked hard to move each lump of the stuff down. She finished the job off by lifting each breast up to her mouth, suckling her fat nipples and licking the jelly clean.
She looked around, red-faced with embarrassment and, seeing that no one was around, began to go back out to work in the main office.
Watching Daphne lick and clean herself off, I felt my dick begin rising again out of the cold puddle of cum that had accumulated in my pants. I couldn't believe I could get hard again that fast, but she was that hot of a show. I had begun lazily stroking my slimy pole again when, out of the corner of my eye, I spotted
Linda's large form moving into the room. Daphne must have spotted her too because she immediately let go of her boobs and tried to make a dash for the exit. She had a frightened look on her face that I couldn't quite figure out as she tried to fly past Linda.
Even Jeff turned his head to look at this. He crawled down next to me behind the table and whispered "Don't say anything and don't try to stop her. Just watch and you'll get the show of your life". After what I had just seen I couldn't figure out what he meant, but I watched and waited in anticipation.
Daphne's breasts were bouncing violently as she ran for the door, blouse flying up over her head. She had almost made it when Linda side-stepped neatly, grabbed one of Daphne's melons in mid-air with both hands and used it to yank her back into the room. In the same motion the door was quietly flicked shut by an outstretched foot.
I wondered how she could get away with this with nobody in the other rooms hearing, when in a flash Linda whipped a wad of cloth about the size of a rolled up pair of gym socks out her pants pocket and stuffed it forcefully into Daphne's wide open mouth, shutting off the scream that was forming there. Daphne's cheeks began to puff outward as Linda used her fingers to push in more and more of the wad. Daphne's lips, which had been kept painfully stretched open while Linda was pushing the socks in, collapsed around it after the whole thing had been forced in.
The bulge immediately began soaking up her saliva and swelled up, completely filling Daphne's mouth and throat; allowing only the tiniest opening in back to breathe. She could just get enough air in through her nose to keep herself alive if she concentrated on that; nevermind trying to spit out the ugly plug. Her mouth was stuffed good and solid. A couple of times, when her concentration slipped, I could hear her hacking up phelgm as the moist wool tickled her throat and the gag reflex took over. I'm sure she was trying to scream, but only soft animal grunts got past the wet ball. Her lips couldn't completely close over it, it was so swollen in her mouth by now.
"Jesus Christ!", I thought, "Linda must have come prepared for this. There's no other reason for carrying such a thing in her pocket. She must have done this before!".
Linda pulled her inside using the tit for a handle. Daphne stopped dead in her tracks as her boob stretched tight in the two-fisted grip. She had no other choice than to follow along or have it yanked right out of the socket! I wanted to help her, but
I sensed that this was a ritual that had been performed before and that I should mind my own business. Besides, I was still pretty worked up from before and this show was making me hard again despite the brutality. In spite of my conscience I found my hand pulling a little faster now at the sight of Daphne's mouth bulging with that gag.
She tried to fight back, but it was no use. Besides having to use most of her effort just to keep breathing, Daphne was no match for
Linda's bulk. Releasing one hand, Linda used the tit for leverage as she moved in from behind, twisting her victim around and forcing her to bend over the table by planting a foot in the back of Daphne's knees. Jeff and I could now look up into Daphne's tear-streaked face. She was sobbing openly; whimpering and trembling from the pain and humiliation that Linda was putting on her. I felt sorry for her, but I was excited at the same time. I unzipped my pants and released my stiffness into to my pumping fist as Jeff and I watched Linda take complete control.
Her big belly pressed against those luscious butt cheeks pinning
Daphne's waist against the table, chunky legs spread wide around
Daphne's, clamping them together tightly at the knee. There was no movement possible from the waist down. I could see that
Linda's tongue had flopped out between her lips and some saliva had started dribbling down her chin. Her dull eyes were fixed with that obscene stare as she went to work up top. Lifting the blouse up to the neck with one hand, she grabbed both of Daphne's wrists in the other meaty paw and forced her arms up in back, bending them at the elbows so that the hands met together up near the neck. A look of sheer panic crossed Daphne's face as she realized her position, but Linda kept on with the precision of a surgeon. Working the loose ends of the blouse, she bunched and twisted them until she had one fairly long braid with which she tied the wrists together tightly in back.
I began pumping rapidly at the sight. Hidden only a few feet below I could see that Daphne was now completely secured, her own blouse-collar forming a tight halter around her neck; the other end stretching into a tight rope to cuff her wrists painfully in back of her neck. Trying to move her arms brought instant choking from the collar and any movement of the head, except to stretch it backwards, pulled painfully on arms already bent to the breaking point. My breathing started coming in gasps as I kept up a steady, rapid jacking with my fist, the other hand massaging my contracting balls. Linda had her tamed and didn't appear to be in any hurry. I couldn't wait to see what would happen next.
In her right fist Linda grabbed both of daphne's slim wrists at the point they were tied and wrapped her fingers up around the blouse-rope going to the neck. It was ingenious and evil at the same time. Just using the one hand to pull on the rope and wrists, Linda could force Daphne's upper body into any position she wanted by various combinations of neck chokes and shoulder pain. For now she kept her bent over about halfway down to the table; tits, still shiny wet from her earlier licking, hanging down heavily; dull white cloth swelling out of the O formed by her partially closed lips.
With her free left hand Linda began unbuttoning Daphne's jeans.
The whimpering stopped and a new look came over Daphne's face as she struggled to no avail against Linda's invading fingers. It was no use. The blouse harness was working perfectly and the other girl's big tree trunk legs had hers locked tightly below.
The tears started flowing again as Daphne realized the helplessness of her position.
Linda had deftly worked Daphne's fly open and, with one swipe of her huge hand, ripped the jeans down to her knees. Daphne's huge, pantied, jiggly behinds spilled out all over the place. They sprung back up hard, as the jean cloth released them, as if attached to springs at the back of her waist. They ballooned back down again, the bottom ends of the humps actually bulging below her knees on their way down, before springing back up again. They were like those slinky toys I used play with as a kid.
Boinga…Boinga…Boinga… They had gotten out of sync on the release, one fleshy mound on the way down bulging past the other one on the way up; one agitating the other into more violent jiggling each time they slid past each other. We all stared mezmerized as they bounced up and down, slowing down a little on each pass, until they finally rumbled to halt after a full ten seconds.
Daphne's pants must have been holding her buttocks in a little because they were larger than anything I had imagined when staring at them through the jean cloth. They WERE the size of basketballs at the bottom. They were encased in sheer, stretchy pink panties that were normal in front; snuggly stretched over her brown, well-padded twat; but the pouch in back was the size of a grocery bag! The upper half of the thick cylinders were plumped out with flesh that jiggled at the slighest touch all the way up the thick slope to her waist. There was no space between her upper legs; only one long ass crack that looked a little raw from the sliding friction when Linda had released them.
Linda now had those buttocks out in the air exposed to herself. A little life even came into her dull, half-exposed eyes for a moment as she looked down at them sagging and straining that huge, pink panty-sack to the breaking point. As I continued to pump myself, Linda sunk her hand into one butt cheek and began to work on it through the panties. Kneading and massaging, her strong fat fingers repeatedly clenched closed, squishing Daphne's panties and flesh out between them, and then released; butt jello jiggling back into place. Daphne's look had changed again. It wasn't anything near pleasure, but I could tell that Linda's fondling hand was forcing her to heat up in spite of herself.
Tightening her strain on Daphne's tether, Linda forced her to bend farther over the table. With her butt hand she grabbed the elastic band of one leg of the large panties and pulled it back about six inches, bringing it out and over the cheek. When she let go, it snapped back into Daphne like a firecracker going off; sending her rubbery ass wobbling up and down the length of her.
Despite her gag-stuffed mouth Daphne let out a loud muffled cry as the panties snapped back in the middle of her rump exposing the bottom of one cheek to the air. Linda repeated the process on the other side, this time pulling the panty-leg back a foot. Another, louder groan poured from Daphne's gag.
Both of Daphne's behinds were now exposed at the bottom, showing the whole bottom half of each white, fleshy mound; the rest of her bottom still tightly filling the underpants. Linda's hand found the now slack bottoms of the panty-bag where they had been pulled up. Twisting them like she had done to the blouse, she formed about a six inch length of thick, rope-like panty material.
Forcing it under the taut upper half of Daphne's underpants, Linda pushed it deep into the crack. The full six inches sunk in without even reaching Daphne's butthole, but Linda didn't care about that. She must have known from before that Daphne's ass crack was as sensitive as the hole itself and began driving the thick rod of pink material in and out with her hand. Somehow she knew how to twist it so it was as hard a man's cock because it went in and out of Daphne's ass slot with ease.
Holding it in her fist by the end attached to the rest of Daphne's panties, Linda stretched the end around until it looked like it was a cock growing out of her groin, her hand on the base. She began a slow grinding with her wide, chunky hips; matching the rhythm of the panty-cock as it slid in and out of Daphne, butt-fucking her ass-crack like a man would. All the while,
Daphne was kept bent far over the table with the neck and arm brace. She was breathing faster now, nostrils flaring in and out with the effort; a muffled stream of moans and groans pouring from the gag. I couldn't believe my eyes. She was going to get off being force-fucked in the rear end by another girl with a dildo made from part of her own panties, half of which she was still wearing! She began jerking her hips backward to meet Linda's inward thrusts and her tits began to swell again without any help from her hands this time; erect nipples already a hard deep brown.
I had nearly forgotten about my own dick. My hand had been jerking like crazy for the past few minutes and my cock was straining to blast, painfully hard in my hand. But I couldn't let myself go yet. Linda was picking up the pace and I wanted to be around for the finish.
Planting one of her big shoes, Linda forced Daphne to bend in at the knees. Her rump jutted out farther, giving Linda an even better angle. Her powerful hips began snapping it in. The pink rod had actually become thicker and harder, soaking up the oily secretions from Daphne's asshole which were lubricating her butt.
Whipping her thrusting hips savagely, Linda let go of the dildo and leash, the twitching Daphne no longer needing to be controlled, and rammed her hands down the front of the panties.
Through the sheer material I saw Linda's hands go down on Daphne's mound. Cupping it from the top in one palm, she parted the engorged brick-red outer lips with two fingers and split the gushy inner cunt lips in two with three fingers of her other hand.
Daphne nearly jumped out of her skin as Linda's fingers went to work inside of her, but somehow she managed to maintain her position. She continued to hold her upper body over the table, bending at the waist, her face grossly stretched out toward the front by the tight blouse-choker fastened to her wrists in back.
Her tits had tightened themselves again into dull purple sausages; the nipples already beginning to leak fluid. I don't know how she did it. Maybe she was already beginning to feel the paralysis that was coming.