A hot, wet lump began to press against my palm as I continued to manipulate her vulva. It pulsated and grew like a big, hardening nipple throbbing urgently against my hand. For a second I didn't realize what it could be, it was so big, but then I knew it must be Diane's clitoris. It was huge! I caught the squirming, pulpy organ between my fingers and began to feel. It was about as big as the end of my thumb and it felt like it actually had a head on it like a little cock, although there was no hole in it.
The feel of such a big thing on a hot, teenaged girl was too much for me. I began to knead the massive lump between my fingers, causing Diane to grunt in sexual agony as she began grinding her steamy young buns into my lap.
Suddenly, I heard a dull craaaaacccck! and felt a painful jolt of electricity shoot into my arm. Diane wrenched herself inward, legs lifting, toes pointing straight out and began twitching violently in my lap as I shot my load. The static that had built up in her satin panties had discharged like a lightning bolt straight into her huge clit! As if being electrocuted, she twitched her toes and fingers as I gushed cum under her panties, smearing it into her butt as I jerked against her.
After about thirty seconds, Diane relaxed and began to sob quietly, knowing that I had given her pleasure that no woman had ever felt and that she would probably never know again. I pulled my soft member out from under her cum-soaked panties and lifted her onto the chair next to me. I put my arm around her, trying to soothe her, overcome with feeling at seeing her tear-stained face buried in her hands. She didn't know it, but she had also given me something I would treasure as long as I lived.
"Please. No. Why are you doing this to me?!", shifted my attention to the center desk. Lisa was fighting him, but she started to weaken, realizing that she had no hope against Gene's towering bulk. But he didn't even hear her. Lost in his own world of sexual frenzy, the thought of fucking a hot young girl like this burning in his old man's mind, he continued fondling her cantaloupes.
Reaching down with both hands, he hooked the bottom of the tight sweater and worked it up her sides. The material snagged for a moment on the long, thick nipples but then came loose, plopping out her mammoth, quivering mounds of boob flesh. Continuing to pull up on the sides, he worked the sweater up to her neck bending and folding up her flailing arms until he had them and her head trapped inside the clinging wool sack. The too-tight waist snapped shut and, as Lisa struggled to free her entangled limbs,
Gene renewed his assault on her heaving globes.
Lisa's bared breasts were huge. 48-inch fully packed blocks of jiggling, chalky-white flesh. And on her 5'4" frame they looked even bigger. Since she was so young, they didn't sag either; two enormous, heavy pouches filling her front from armpits to tummy.
Gene manipulated the big piles against each other obscenely, hefting and jiggling them like two bowling balls, as Lisa struggled inside the sweater.
"Goddam! This girl's got a big set of knockers, Linda. So big and soft. Look at em jiggle. And these cow-nipples gonna squirt a gallon of milk! Come on little Lisa. Stop fightin'. Don't you wanna get to know uncle Gene better?", he slobbered at her struggling head through the confining sweater. "Come on and get yourself over here Linda and get a piece of this. You hear that, girl? Me and Linda are gonna double your pleasure.".
He bumped himself from behind into her back end, rubbing up and down against her soft flesh, raising the miniskirt on every stroke until Lisa's jiggling white buttocks shown through the red pantyhose. "God. They are as big as bowling balls.", I thought as I stared at Gene dry humping her from the rear. I could see the elastic waistband biting deeply into the thick love pouches on her sides, baby fat quivering like little saddlebags of jello.
And she didn't have on any panties under there either. "Is this girl crazy?", I thought, "What does she expect, dressing like that? Whew!".
Her thick nipples were fully erect now. I had never seen anything like them on a woman before, even Daphne. As big around as a roll of nickels, they stuck out almost an inch from her puckered, pancake aureolas; the dark-brown posts drooping down slightly from their weight. Covered with light-brown goosebumps and crinkly crevices, they looked like they were made for an adult mouth to suck rather than a baby's; they were that big. Swirling cracks deepened on their front ends and little gasps burst from Lisa's lips as Gene squeezed and rolled the hard, yet yielding, posts between his fingers. His fleshy face flushed in heat as he worked on the young woman, swallowing her up in his lumbering embrace.
Linda, glazing over into that dull stare, grabbed a hank of
Margaret's short neck hair and pinched it back, squirting tears of tears of pain from her eyes. "Now you just stay here and watch.
I'm gonna show you how to treat your employees right. That sweet piece of meat is gonna beg me before I'm done with her."
Planting one her big boots, she spread Margaret's legs roughly until they were as wide as the desk. She grabbed the green skirt off the floor and violently ripped it into two long strips with which she bound each of Margaret's ankles to one of the steel desk legs. Arms tied in back by the blouse and head restrained by the panty leg around her neck, Margaret stared helplessly as Linda left her and advanced on Lisa.
Knowing what Linda had done to Daphne earlier, I pitied poor Lisa.
She was in real trouble now, but I was too far into this to help her now. At this point I actually wished I were Gene, as I watched him roughly try to milk her big tits. Her head and arms were just beginning to fight their way out of the tangling sweater as Linda reached her.
"Here, let me help you", she said. Grabbing and ripping, she shredded the cloth off completely. Regaining her sight, Lisa recoiled in horror at the sight of Linda in front of her.
"L..linda? Not you too! Please, leave me alone! Make him stop, please.". But this kind of pitiful begging only spurred her on.
Moving to Lisa's bare front as Gene continued to work on her from the rear, Linda hungrily ran her eyes over the girl-flesh in front of her. "Yeah, Lisa. You're gonna love this", she whispered as her hands felt their way down the back of Lisa's soft thighs.
Unsnapping the miniskirt and tossing it away, she ran her hand down, rubbing and massaging Lisa's plump, round tummy-pot in slow circles. "Mmmmmmh. Yeah. So soft. So round and hot. I want her now, Gene. But let me suck on those melons first."
Gene let loose and pinned back Lisa's arms, as Linda bent down and latched on. Cupping them from the sides, she squeezed the roots hard, pushing the fatty glands toward her mouth. Lisa's eyes began to water as Linda kept increasing the pressure, the force of her grip cutting off the blood supply. She squeezed and released, squeezed and released, pumping blood into Lisa's huge boob sacs.
The reddening bulbs were actually increasing in volume as Linda squeezed, blood filling and tightening the sensitive mammary sacks.
Holding her grip, Linda bent down and took one of the inch-long nipples into her fat lips. Lisa gasped as her thick, rubbery teat was sucked in. Looking on as Linda moved the hard, goosepimpled post in and out I thought, "Jesus, they must be sensitive!". She got her teeth around it, bit down lightly and then increased the pressure gradually, while flicking the tip with her tongue, until
Lisa yelped in sexual pain. White juice began seeping out the deep cuts on the front end of the other, exposed, nipple as
Linda's head bobbed up and down. A silly look formed on Lisa's face and she began raising up and down on her toes as she began to react to the wet sucking lips.
Linda increased her pace, puffy cheeks huffing in and out. It looked like she was giving head to a fat, miniature brown cock.
I eased Diane's rump off the chair and removed her panties, beginning to feel her up again, as Lisa began quivering in Gene's armlock. Squeezing Lisa's blood-engorged balloons, Linda fluttered the tip of her tongue on the nerved-filled nipple in her mouth. "Oh oh oh nnnnnnh nuh uh uh ooohhhh!", Lisa shouted as she spasmed in a tit-induced orgasm.
Milk shot out the ends of Lisa's pulsating nipple stalks. She heaved her swollen breasts forward, spraying into Linda's open mouth like a garden sprinkler, as she bucked in Gene's grasp.
Linda drank in the sweet nectar, licking and slurping it in as if quenching a burning thirst. Gradually coming out of it, Lisa turned eyes downward, ashamed of what she had been forced to do, and meekly renewed her struggle, knowing that Gene and Linda weren't through with her by any means.
They were working as a team now, as if by pre-arranged signals.
"Mmmmmm, that was good, you little milk-cow. Now let's see how you like the taste of it inside of you.", Linda drooled. Putting her full 180 pounds into it, she stood on Lisa's feet with her heavy boots and held her immobile by the tits; bending her over a little as Gene stepped back. Arms released, Lisa clawed wildly for Linda's eyes, but the big girl easily brought her up short.
Grinding her bootheels into Lisa's toes with all her weight, she laughed, "That's it. Fight me, Lisa. I like it when you struggle.".
Gene hooked his thumbs under her waistband and snuggled the butt-hugging tights down Lisa's midsection. Rolling them over her thighs, he got the nylons completely off, Linda releasing one of
Lisa's feet at a time for him. She felt his big hands fondling her exposed, brown-haired cuntlips and fatty, white asscheeks for a moment and began whimpering again.
Standing back, Gene began to get his clothes off. He unbuttoned and removed his shirt; fat potbelly plopping out, and then unbuckled his 50" leather belt. "Alright Gene, whip out that shaft", Linda cheered as he pulled his trousers and shorts down with one tug.
A hush fell over the room, save for Lisa's whining, as we all stared at the dong hanging between his legs. I had never seen anything like it and looked at my pitiful little thing in envy.
Linda gazed in admiration, Margaret gaped at it in terror and Lisa stopped crying, frozen in absolute horror, knowing where Gene was going to stick it.
It wasn't super long, maybe about 9 inches, but, even hanging in its flaccid state between his legs, it had to be the thickest cock ever worn by a human being. Even limp, it was as big around as a beer can; a veinless, flesh-colored log capped with a head equally as big around. A deep, long cleft split the apple-sized head into two blunt, rounded halves already shiny with his pre-cum.
He reached down and gripped himself, beginning to jack this massive thing to attention. As he stroked himself, it began to stiffen and deepen in color. It didn't take him long to get completely hard, the smooth purple pole jutting straight out, not bending up like most men. "Let's get her ready", he mumbled and grabbed the red nylons off the floor. Ripping the legs from the panty part, he tied off each of Lisa's massive breasts, wrapping them near the base as Linda removed her hands. This kept them so tightly packed together they looked like a set of huge dull-red butt cheeks standing out from her chest.
Cinching the nylon tight, he said to Linda, "OK. I'll take her.
Get yourself ready fast. I'm startin' to get soft.". He grabbed
Lisa's arms and held her back as Linda began feverishly stripping down. Boots came off, but she left her socks on. Then the fat girl tugged her t-shirt over her head, revealing a nice little pair of knockers with small hard nipples nestled between fat upper arms.
"OK, hold her down.", Linda stammered as she started pulling her wranglers down over her wide ass. Gene grabbed a chair and forced
Lisa into a sitting position. Holding her arms locked around the backrest, he tied her wrists behind her with the remainder of the pantyhose. She struggled hard, knowing something was about to happen to her, but Gene finished the job by knotting her hair back around the chair post, locking her firmly in place.
As Linda's pants fell down to her ankles, Lisa's eyes bugged out.
She shook and wiggled violently, almost knocking the chair over in her attempt to get away, even though Gene leaned all of his weight on the backrest to hold it in place. I wondered, "Why is she fighting so hard? She know's it's useless. Besides, she must have seen other naked girls before.". But she continued fighting as if her life depended on it. Then I saw it and all of a sudden