Whap! Whap! Whap! Whump! Blat! Blat! Blat! Whomp! Whack! Whack!
I was getting off on those sounds alone!
Linda's three fingers were a flickering, tickling windmill inside
Daphne's vagina causing her to sling her butt-bags with even greater fury onto Linda's pumping dildo. They were banging so hard and fast that Daphne's butt-grease began turning into a hot, tan foam that began bubbling out from under the remains of her panties. Linda suddenly jerked up on the swollen mons in her hand and Daphne's grey pre-cum juice flooded onto it. I now heard slicking noises from the foamy dildo in back and slurping sounds from the sliding hand in front intermixed with the butt-slapping and Daphne's groaning. It was too much for me!
I knew she was about to orgasm like never before! I couldn't miss it!
Without thinking I hopped up onto the table. I got onto my knees in front of Daphne's flushed, upturned, straining face; still pumping my stiff, red tool wildly in my hand. Linda didn't even seem to know I was there! She was too focused on her increasing fuck-rhythm into Daphne to notice. I thought I saw just a flicker of obscene approval for what I was doing and then it was back to the stare. Daphne's eyes bulged wide open, however, when she saw me. Her eyes seemed to cry out to me, "You were hiding in here all along?! Th..th..then you saw what I did to myself? How could you!!!!!". I felt like a real heel at that point, but the heat deep in my testicles made me realize that I couldn't help myself no matter what. Her outraged eyes melted into orgasmic horror as the thrusting instruments in her vagina and buttocks began slowly pushing her over the edge and I made my next move.
I found myself looking at her shiny tight breasts, almost black with color now, protuding eight inches straight out from under her armpits and her arms tied tight behind her upstraining, choked neck and I knew I had to grasp those eggplants in my hands and jerk them off like she had done to herself. Latching on to them from underneath, I could only get my fingers about halfway around the bottom half of her hard, swollen, deep-purple bazooms.
My palms began working back and forth on the underside of her jugs. They were hard, but springy on the outside and they gave in a little to my gripping pressure. I stroked harder and the outer skin began to move back and forth with my hands, like the sliding foreskin on a man's prick. But the inner, blood-tight tubes were distended hard. As I moved the skin back and forth I could feel them growing in there, even longer and more erect. The juice from her nipples mixed into my fingers causing my palms to slip and slide. White foam began coating my hands as her inner tits pulsated like dicks about to come. Splacking sounds from my foamy hands now reeled my senses as I slid them faster and faster over
Daphne's turgid balloons.
Linda was still pumping like a machine into her slippery behind, not letting up, maintaining a constant driving fuck. Daphne's body began stiffening. I knew it was beginning for her and my balls twitched in anticipation of her release, when I spied my still rock-hard penis straining into thin air. My hands weren't about to loose their jerking grip on Daphne's slithering boobs.
My eyes were darting around desperately for a way when they landed on her puffy, blushing cheeks and the sopping wad protuding from her round, semi-open lips.
Even with her body partially frozen in semi-orgasm she saw where my wild eyes were staring and what I was about to do to her.
Could I actually do it? Her panic-stricken eyes and bound neck were shaking "No..No..Please God No!". After what I had seen that day and in my current state it took me about 2 seconds to decide.
Her eyes lit up in agonizing, complete surrender as I moved up on her and pushed my thick member into her sopping, cloth-stuffed O just as Daphne's climax paralyzed her completely.
Her accumulated saliva drooled out all over her glistening, stretched lips as I jerked my cock into her mouth as hard as I could. With Daphne's head now frozen in her horror filled cum-stare, she was unable to move at all. I pushed three-quarters of my 6 inches in against the soft, sucking wad of cloth. It stretched her spit-covered lips wider apart on the way in. Her inner organs were still working, though. My cock pushed the gag ahead of it, as I forced myself in, mashing the whole sticky ball against the back of her throat, an inch-wide plug filling her windpipe completely. Her body remained still, but a deep rumble emitted from her blocked throat. Sickening, puking sounds came out as her involuntary throat muscles tried to dry-heave the blocking wad out of there.
Oblivious to any of this, I began to fuck her mouth, the oozing cloth gag sucking and grabbing at my prick like moist cuntlips.
Relief came for her only when I withdrew for the next stroke. She had only a split second to suck in a sip of air through her nose before the gag was again forced down into her throat by my next pumping thrust. Gut-wrenching dry-pukes heaved up from deep inside her belly as she fought to keep breathing. I didn't care at that point. I could feel the hot semen gushing up my shaft like a geyser as I rammed her gag-stuffed mouth.
Linda, still humping her ass relentlessly, whipped her fingers out of Daphne's swollen, sloshy pubes and rapidly grabbed at the end of her pumping cock-rope. She stepped back an inch and splunged her fist deep into Daphne's ass crack, her whole hand and half of her fat forearm disappearing between the billowing cheeks. I could see the lump of her fist moving around under there, rippling out one cheek and then the other. At last she found the dark, oily inner hole she had been seeking and jammed the whole greasy rope into Daphne's anus with one stroke. Just as I began to spurt, Daphne blew like a volcano.
Cream began spewing out of her tits again as the pistons inside pushed it from her nipple holes in streams. It covered my hands, which were still jerking, and ran down my arms, burning on the way down like a lava flow. Linda was massaging her mons when a bucket of sex juice flooded out of her inner sex, covering Linda's hand completely and pouring into the panty-bag until it began to look like a pink, bulging water balloon. At the same time I flooded the gag inside her mouth with my semen, my full sacs rippling with each forceful contraction. One long, gutteral, gurgling moan erupted from her paralyzed mouth as my cock cream oozed into the tight spaces around the gag, soaking into the saliva-filled cloth until it began to spill out onto her lips and chin. I pulled out, unable to get any more in, but still coming.
With one tit-cum coated hand I jerked the remainder of my jism all over the outside of her stuffed face. I thought, "This has to be the biggest cum of all time!", as I pumped and stroked and splashed it onto her forehead, her eyes, her cheeks; even swamping her nose with the gooey ooze. Her face could barely be seen under it, so complete was the covering. It began to slide slowly down to hang in big gobby drips from her chin and nose and eyebrows.
Daphne remained completely motionless in orgasm throughout the whole thing, mouth gagged and eyes gaped open wide.
After orgasming for two solid minutes, she began coming out it, shivering like before as if coming out of a trance. But this time it was different. Her gentle after-cum trembling gradually turned into great, racking sobs that shook her whole body. Tears poured into her cum-coated face at the humiliating sex Linda and I had forced her to enjoy. The shame was too great for her, but Linda wasn't though yet.
She moved her cunt-hand back up to the restraining leash and jerked backward, pulling Daphne almost upright with her head angled backwards. She was have real trouble breathing now, what with her nostrils filled shut with my hardening cum and her mouth stuffed with the even bigger cum-expanded gag. The force of the pull brought a great gushing heave from the pit of her stomach and she blew out the gag. It plopped onto the tabletop with a icky
'splat'.
With her mouth now free, I though Daphne would be screaming her head off, but all she did was continue to sob and gasp for air. I guess she was too embarrassed to let anyone else know anyway.
As I continued to look on, kneeling exhausted from my own climax,
Linda took a grab on the blouse-leash with her teeth, holding
Daphne's head strained backwards. With one free hand she grabbed a paper cup off the desk and held it in back under the panty remnants tightly gripping Daphne's legs. Slowly she pulled her still buried fist from Daphne's crack, sliding out the butt-plug-dildo at the same time. Jiggling ass cheeks unrolled the panty-cock and, as the tight upper panties loosened their grip, Daphne's vaginal cum began to thickly seep out. Linda twisted and worked the creamy panties in one hand, catching the ooze in the cup. When she was finished, she had almost a complete cupful of Daphne's cream.
Still holding the head back with the cord in her buck-teeth, Linda brought her free hand up to Daphne's nose and pinched it off between thumb and forefinger. With the strong pinkie of the same hand she poked down into the chin, forcing the mouth open. Head and neck yanked back, throat and mouth forced open, Daphne offered no resistance as Linda poured her own jism into her from the large cup. After each lump of cum-pudding had oozed in Linda would hook her pinkie under Daphne's chin, forcing her jaws closed. Daphne had to swallow the gob before Linda allowed her lips open for another breath. Pouring in too fast for Daphne's gagging swallows, some of it flowed out to smear her chin, swirling into a pearly mixture with my cum. I could see down into her mouth and thickly coated tongue as her throat spasmed and choked her own thick juice down into her awaiting stomach.
A sick green tinge appeared on Daphne's face and series of shuddering spasms racked her tummy. It looked like she was about to throw up the whole thing! Linda also felt the signals. As she poured in the last ounce of goo, she dropped the cup, picked up the sopping mess of a gag off the table and, still pinching the nose off, mushed the big, cold, wet wad back in through Daphne's struggling lips. Linda now let go with both hands and teeth and stood back watching in delight.
Daphne, standing in the middle of the room, free except for the neck truss, arms still tied tightly up in her back, bent forward at the waist and heaved. As Jeff and I looked on, stunned, her knees buckled and a torrent of thick cum shot back up from her spasming stomach, rocketing out her throat tube into the back of the cloth ball. She almost fell over backwards from the force, but managed to stay on her feet. Almost half of the wad ballooned out of her lips from the force of the jolting liquid. I though it was going to be blown out of her, but it was sucked back into
Daphne's mouth like it was being pulled in with a vacuum cleaner.
As Linda stood looking on with unrestrained joy, Daphne's throat convulsed again. She gulped the gooey mixture of her own and my cum back down the tunnel and stood, bent slightly, breathing with relief, when the next shock wave took her off her feet. She retched her cum up again, beginning to look faint but unable to stop the spasms, as the oozing gag slipped halfway out again, but not far enough to come out. Spasm after spasm rocked her; heaving gut blasting the cum up into her mouth and bringing it back down again to reload when it splashed against the blocking gag.
Daphne was beginning to weaken. Sweat covered her forehead and matted her hair down in wet pleats as she was worked over in that spastic seizure, alternately swallowing and then heaving up her own cum, throat bulging visibly as it was forced up and down.
After about a minute and a half she looked like she had had all she could take, when Linda announced, "OK. I think she's had enough.". Daphne fell to her knees, still racking, eyes turning back inward into her head. Straddling her from the back, Linda grasped the leash to immobilize her and, bunching all five fingers of her other hand, pushed the blunt point of her hand tool between
Daphne's wet lips. Not letting up, Linda continued to push her fingers in.
Spreading Daphne's lips so wide that they lost their color, she let her fingers widen out around the soaked gag-rag. I continued to stare dumbfounded as Linda worked her mammoth hand, until, suddenly, Daphne's mouth resistance gave way. Her jaws snapped open a further three inches, locked almost straight up and down, as Linda's knuckles slid on in through the gaping mouth. I began to heat up again, hardening at the sight of Linda's whole fist in
Daphne's mouth, the lips having sucked closed around her thick wrist. It looked like she was fellating Linda's arm like a huge horse dick. Linda's fingers squashed around the massive mouth gag, bulging out Daphne's cheeks like a monstrous cockhead.
Incredibly, I began stroking my stiff meat again as Linda began pistoning her forearm.
Daphne's face was almost lifeless now, but her lips reacted automatically like any woman's should when a thick, fleshy pole slides in and out of them. They latched on to the wrist and began slurping and sucking as Linda pumped her arm-cock. But it was no good. Daphne had fainted even while her lips continued to suck and Linda realized that Daphne had truly had enough for now. With one yank, she pulled out the fist and gag.
We all froze when Margaret knocked on the closed door and yelled in, "Hey you guys! Break time was over five minutes ago. Let's get back to work! Remember, Gene will be here any time now.". I realized that this must be why no one had bothered us. It was normal routine for people to take their breaks in this room, close the door and watch TV. But it still made me jump when she yelled in at us. I couldn't believe we had been in there for only twenty minutes. It seemed like a whole day, but there were several hours to go.
Linda was the only one who thought to answer her. She yelled back, "OK. we'll be right out.". I didn't know how we were going to do that. Daphne was still kneeling, fainted, in the middle of the floor, her blouse, twisted into a rope around her neck, the only thing holding her upright. Her jeans were pulled down to her knees; underpants hanging limply now, twisted out of shape, stained tan on the bottom and sopping white on top. Her hair was matted down and sweat dripped from her cum stained face and tits.
She didn't look ready to go anywhere. I was kneeling on top of a table panting with exhaustion, pants stained with cumjuice, mine and Daphne's; my slick, raw, red tool still stiff from my last abortive jack-off. But, being only part-time and having to work on the equipment anyway, I could afford to stay in there until I could figure something out. And Jeff, who had just watched the whole thing, was supposed to be in there. He just went back to his desk. Linda hadn't even broken a sweat and she still had all her clothes on.
Once again, Linda took charge of Daphne. She moved in front of her and, with gentle expertise, slapped her face. Daphne awoke, a little panicky at seeing Linda, but too exhausted to do anything about it, and closed her eyes in deep shame. Another slap, this time a backhander, brought her to full attention again. Sarcastic words were thrown at her, "Come on little Daphne. Margaret says we have to get you cleaned up so we can get you back to work. But it won't be as much fun as the work we just did, huh?!".
In the space of a minute or two I watched Linda put things back in their place. She threw the used cum container in the trash can along with the wad of rolled up socks. She poked me a painful shot in the arm and whispered visciously, "Get down off of there!
And get yourself cleaned up. I'm going to open that door in another minute!". I thought, "Jesus! That was a really hard punch for a woman!". Holding my bruised shoulder, I climbed down and started getting back into my pants as Linda turned her attention back to Daphne.
Reaching around in back to the leash, Linda yanked her to a standing position. Then, reaching around with both hands, she pulled and yanked at the panties, trying to reform them around
Daphne's butt, but they didn't have enough elastic left in them even for her huge mounds, so Linda just ripped them off at the seams, hitched up her jeans and buttoned them snug. For some reason I couldn't understand, Linda balled up the greasy, stained panties and stuck them in her pocket where the socks had been.
"Yuck! What could she want with those things?", I wondered, seeing that they made twice as big a ball as the socks had.