Lisa's legs had remained locked straight out through the whole thing and she hadn't made a sound. I stared at her, awestruck, still wrapped over Diane's back, and thought, "She must be going into multiple orgasms just from the tit fuck!". Gene must have sensed the same thing. Motioning everyone else back, he reached under her sweating armpits. He gripped her slippery nipples and squeezed the turgid stalks in slow circular motions. With the binding removed, blood began pumping back into her tit sacks, filling them with a million pins and needles, waking them up. She cried out painfully as he grabbed on.
Suddenly, Gene's eyes opened wide in amazement. He felt around under her arms with his big pinkies and then muttered at Linda,
"Goddam. I don't believe it. Lookie what we got here!". Pulling her shoulders back roughly, he displayed her underarms. I thought
I had seen it all that day, but I gazed in shock again at a second set of stiff, deep-red nipples growing out of Lisa's armpits. I had read about this somewhere too, and knew that it was possible, but who could have thought that I'd actually see it! No wonder she came like that. They must have been rubbing against the back of the chair the whole time.
Everyone stood back in a circle around her and watched as Gene kept working on her. "Well! Come on little girl. Keep it going.
You're gonna help yourself get off now.". He untied her wrists and jumped back as her orgasming arms whipped into the air.
Moving in again, he grabbed the flailing wrists and forced her arms around to her front. Straining them inward, he filled her clutching fingers with painfully sensitive boob flesh. Having something to lock onto, her hands squeezed herself spastically, further stimulating the big set of nipples. At the same time Gene cupped her armpits and rhythmically rubbed her secondary paps, which began milking out their warm nectar in spurts onto her ribs.
Straining the knotted hair holding her to the chair pole, Lisa's head began bobbing mechanically forward and back, building steadily in force. Her toes still curled and twitched on the ends of her locked legs and she began emitting little squealing noises as a series of orgasms rocked her. Gene released his hold and stood back with the rest of us. Silently, we watched the little girl, locked into the chair, slicked down with cum, fitfully grab and clutch her huge breasts and nipples. We stared at her for thirty seconds; forty seconds; a full minute! She began squealing like a pig and the heavy steel chair rocked on its legs as her head thrashed with increasing violence; building… building… building….
"Crrrrriiiiccccch…", her final spasm ripped her out of the chair, leaving the knot and two good-sized handfuls of her hair hanging on the post. Sprawling onto the floor, Lisa rested on hands and knees; hanging, bulging breasts dripping gooey white masses from their receding nipples. Gasping and panting to recover her senses, she gagged out globs of her own foam mixed with
Linda's stale male scum in digust, while wiping the cold sticky stuff off of her glasses so she could see again.
Pretending to be dazed and confused, Lisa's eyes furtively darted around the room, glaring hatred at Linda and Gene, but really checking for an escape route. Gene may have got his hand in her, but no one had actually tried to put their thing into her womanhood yet, and she was going to make sure no one did. Making her move, she bounced to her feet and madly dashed for the door, naked jugs flouncing in all directions at once, fleshy waves rippling up and down jiggling rumps. She tried to catch them by surprise and sneak her 5'4" frame through the circle of towering people around her.
I was kinda hoping she'd make it and she almost did, but it just wasn't in the cards. Still groggy and recovering from her orgasms, Linda was stunned as Lisa ran by, but managed to grab a handful of hair. Powered by desperation, Lisa kept pumping her thighs and Linda stared in surprise as a large, wavy clump ripped off in her hand with a horrendous stitching noise. Lisa kept running, but the painful hair-pull slowed her enough for Gene to get her.
Spinning with suprising agility for a big man, he got in front of
Lisa before she could react, barring her escape route, and scolding, "uh uh. we ain't through with you yet, little girl.".
Thrusting one arm up between her legs from the front, he hooked the other under the surprised girl's armpit. Squatting at the knees and then jerking up like a weightlifter, he lifted her with a mighty heave up into the air. In one fluid motion he pushed his forearm against her vagina for leverage and somersaulted her over onto her back in mid-air, legs scissoring wildly as she went over the top, and dumped her hard onto the desk. Man, what a move!
Lisa hit so hard, she bounced on impact and banged her head a couple of times, knocking her senseless. Arms hanging limply over the sides of the desk, she lay helpless before Gene, mammoth breasts billowing out like large, white pillows. "Yea! Do it
Gene. Put it to her! Take her, hard!", yelled Linda.
Lisa began to come around and started sobbing, still unable to move, as he lifted her calves up onto his shoulders. Fat tears were rolling out from behind her rose-colored glasses, which had managed to stay on, as she tried to move her arms to cover her shame. But they hung like lead over edge of the desk. Still groggy from the fall, all she could do was weakly whimper, "Oh, no. Nooooo… Please don't do this to me. Oh God, why are you doing this?".
Locked in his sexual fever, Gene leaned over her. His shoulders bent her legs straight back over and together toward her head, forcing her plump brown mound to bulge out between them. Gene got her feet into his cavernous armpits and held her locked in place as she started moaning and struggling again.
I could see that he was still soft and would need some oral action to get it up again so soon. He called out to Linda, "Get yourself over here and gimme some head. I wanna bust this little girl.", but she had already moved to the other side of the desk and was maneuvering into position by Lisa's head. A faraway look wafted over Diane and she made a move to get up, but I stopped her,
"What's the matter with you? Are you nuts?". But she struggled free and whispered in my ear, "I know. I know he's a bastard, but
I've got to do this. I can't explain it, but I have to have his huge thing in my mouth. Please don't stop me.".
I knew I had to let her go and sadly watched her small, sexual form timidly move toward him. Kneeling in front of him, between him and the desk, she put her little fingers around him, only able to encircle about half of it even when he was limp. A little unsure of what to do with the ugly, enormous horse dong, she just kind of handled it, flopping it around near her face.
Gene began swelling and stiffening in the hot little hand, forcing her to use both hands to grip him now and softly encouraged her,
"That's it, little darlin'. Don't be afraid of it. You just open wide, like at the dentist and uncle Gene will give you a lollipop to suck.". Diane's cute, freckled face stared in awe at the thick tube of flesh in her hands. Mesmerized, she obediently opened her jaws as far as she could, stuck her tongue out and closed her eyes. Gene inched forward and pressed the head into her opening, still bigger around than her mouth at it's widest.
She flinched as the blunt ram butted up against her mouth hole, realizing just how huge it was, and tried to back out, but she found herself pinned, her calves stuck back under the desk. She started to panic, but Gene had her now and applied steadily increasing pressure against her lips, bending and bowing her jawbone into a wider circle. He had her lower body jammed against the desk with his legs and his fat, hard beer-belly smothered her bent arms back onto her face, keeping her palms gripped around his shaft.
She cried out in anguish as the painful, unrelenting pressure pushed the back of her head against Lisa's taut, shiny buns; flattening the soft vaginal ridges out on her skull. She couldn't open up any wider and was in agonizing pain, but he just kept pushing and pushing, mumbling soothing words that she couldn't hear. "Goddam it Linda, I'm gonna split this little girl in two, if I don't get some help over here.". Leaving Lisa, Linda opened the small refrigerator they kept in the office, bent in and pulled out a quart jar of mayonaisse.
Running over to him, she twisted the lid off, scooped out a mound of the cold, white, oily glop and thrust her hand in between him and Diane. Working and massaging the merangue, she slicked him down, also rubbing a heavy load into Diane's taut lips. "Ok Gene, come on. Push! Split those lips. Feed it to her!". Feeling the lubrication kick in, Gene bore down with all his weight. Diane's hands slipped back and forth on the cushion of foam as he jerked his hips slightly, making him even bigger, and he watched himself disappear slowly, deliciously into the young redhead's grossly distended mouth.
Linda picked up the remnants of Lisa's red pantyhose and carried them, along with the jar, back to the other end of the desk.
Gripping Lisa's weakened right forearm, she brought the wrist up and across; knotting it tightly to her left knee. Repeating the process on the left arm and right knee with the remaining panty leg, she got her into a nice cradle. Gene's shoulders pressured her ankles to hold her knees bent just enough to keep her limbs stretched to the limit, exposing the shiny red lumps of nipple in her armpits.
Feeling herself become increasingly immobile, being folded up little by little, Lisa began to blubber as they increased their control. There was little she could do now except thrash her head and Linda soon put a stop to that too. Her head was hanging down over the edge of the desk and she watched upside-down, through a sheet of tears as Linda began stroking her flaccid tool again until it became semi-hard. "Mmmmm, lemme get some of that grease.
I wanna slide into that little mouth of yours reeeal easy."
Linda plunged her semi-stiff cock straight into the jar of now warm mayo and jacked the jar back and forth on it; the whipped oil and egg yolks sending thick, mucking sounds into Lisa's ear.
Linda swelled and hardened to her full eight inches in the warm creme and then pulled out. I could see thick blue veins worming their way around her two inch diameter rod, which was piled high with mounds of the white, greasy gunk.
Pinching Lisa's nose shut with the thumb and forefinger of her right hand, Linda pressed down on her forehead with the palm, pushing her head almost straight down, her smooth white neck jutting straight out over the edge of the desk. Forced to breathe through her mouth, Lisa opened just a hair and instantly felt
Linda's other palm apply forward pressure to her chin and leverage her jaws wide open. I thought only guys knew about this position
(with the girl's head pushed down out of the way you can get way in there and give her true deepthroat satisfaction), but Linda sure knew her stuff. Of course, she wasn't any ordinary girl, either.
Holding her open easily, Linda straddled Lisa's chin and mounted her small, gaping mouth. For the second time today, Lisa's tantalizing lips were split and her mouth speared by Linda's hard cock. The heaps of warm mayo greased her entrance and she gagged as her mouth became stuffed with the pasty goo. Not needing the nose hold any longer, Linda let go, her fat butt holding the head down, as she entered. She gripped Lisa's breasts and began to work on the big rubbery mounds of flesh, pinching and twisting the humongous nipples; beginning to move her hips slowly.
With blood rushing into her hanging head, her tits and nipples being rubbed to excitement, Linda's hard rod pushing and sliding in her grease packed mouth and Diane's head being bounced against her mound by Gene, Lisa began to daze out. Linda pushed in farther and, with a heave, split herself onto Lisa's nose. In a fog, Lisa began to respond as the rod stroked in and out of her mouth with increasing force. Linda's face clouded over and she began to stimulate both her sexes on Lisa's head. Her cunt gripped Lisa's cute little button-nose, the tip flicking her clit on each stroke as her man-meat fucked the girl's oily, rosebud lips.
Gene, now fully lubricated, humped Diane's freckled face and hands, "That's it, little girl. Suck it.". But Diane was in no position to suck anything. She was in real pain as Gene pumped slowly in and out. It looked like her entire face had opened into one, big hole, stretched so wide by his unbelievably fat pole.
Her lips had peeled back, uncovering her teeth and gums and, as
Gene rode her, they dug wide ridges into his flesh, exciting him even more.
Feeling her little teeth gliding over him, Gene picked up the pace, beginning a hard, steady ram. Lisa's hips reacted to the back of the head pushing against her and automatically started working with it, ramming it forward on each of Gene's inward thrusts. With her head sandwiched like that and being banged around from both sides I knew Diane couldn't take much more. Gene had hold of her by the wrists, using her encircling hands as a tunnel in which he pumped the body of his shaft while the head of his cock filled her mouth.
Each time he pushed, Gene forced a large glob of mayo into her open throat and she was having trouble swallowing, but he had her stretched so wide that she couldn't even cough. He pumped faster, rhythm breaking down as his orgasm approached and, in silence,
Diane began to turn blue; windpipe becoming clogged with the stuff. I was just about to make my move to save her when Linda reached over and smacked him in the face. "Hey man! Don't forget what you came here for. Save some for these pussy lips", she said, pointing to the mouth between Lisa's legs.
He glared at her for a moment and then admitted, "Yea. You're right, but this hot little sucker almost made me come. Thanks for getting me up, darlin'.". As he slid out and let her go, Diane sagged to floor, coughing and puking as she expeled out clogs of mayonaisse.
Clearly exhausted, she was on knees and elbows with her head resting on the floor in front of the desk. Her freckled, rounded buttocks jutted up in the air, splitting wide to reveal the fuzzy swollen fruit hanging between her legs as she panted and gasped to regain her senses. The color had just begun returning to her cheeks when Jeff ran over and knelt down behind her, his prick stiff from watching the main show.
Before she realized what was happening, he raised up into a crouch, moved his legs outside of hers and mounted her butt. He pressed down on her back with one hand, pushed from underneath on her tummy with the other to hold her up and inserted his tool into the plump orange ball, splitting her into two juicy slices. The poor girl was too weak to fight him, still gagging from the mouth-fuck, but he immediately rammed all the way in and started pounding her with hard, driving strokes.
Burns singed her cheek as Jeff's pumping power scraped her face back and forth along the scruffy office carpet and she cried out in pain. I made a move to help her, but was stopped short when I heard her cries melt into….