The following fictional story is being reposted by Mr Double. If you are the author of this story and would like to receive proper recognition (an Author's Page at my website at: http://pw1.netcom.com/~mrdouble/main/stories.html), please contact me at mrdouble@ix.netcom.com. Ä Area: ALT.SEX.STORIES ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ Msg#: 9914 Date: 15 Dec 94 13:13 From: an53629 Read: Yes Replied: No To: All Mark: Subj: REPOST Computer Consultant 1/6 (mf, ff, nc) ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ From: an53629@anon.penet.fi I did not write this story. Over the years I have collected a large number of stories from BBS or internet. Because lately there has been a lack of postings on alt.sex.stories, I have decided to repost some of those I like best. Where possible, the original author is identified. Most of the multi-part stories were consolidated at the time, and some minor adjustments made, mostly of a cosmetic nature. I apologize beforehand to any author who recognizes his/her work being reposted without approval. Computer Consultant It began one day at a little place I used to work at, just after I had gotten into the computer consulting business. It was a small shop with about ten people that did typical office work, mostly typing. A woman named Margaret managed it for a guy who let her run things pretty much however she wanted as long as she kept costs to a minimum. That meant hiring mostly young girls, whom she could pay peanuts, to crank out the paperwork along with a couple of men to do the real work - like operating and maintaining the computers. I had increased the efficiency of the place tenfold by installing a microcomputer network to handle their wordprocessing chores. I set 'em up with a 386 clone and a 100 meg hard disk as the server running the ever-popular N network with about half a dozen XTs as stations. Margaret was both thrilled and thankful for my effort. After the installation of the hard and soft wares I was called back only for repairs, program updating and new employee training. The girls were very computer illiterate, as most women are, and I really had my hands full training them. I could almost hear their disk heads grinding against the platters every time one of them began randomly pushing keys in panic. Still, due to my expertise, Margaret had a nice, tight little operation going. Two girls, Lisa and Linda, labored full-time and her two daughters, Diane and Daphne, worked part-time. There was also one full-time male computer operator, Jeff. And that was it. I went on consulting status and Margaret was able to save money by using me only when she needed support, which was on a fairly spotty basis, but pretty often. I still don't know whether to thank God or Satan that she needed me that day. Maybe I should thank them both. Here is a brief description of the employees. LISA - Nineteen years old, just out of high school and with no intention of going any further, she was the stuff of men's dreams. She stood 5'4" and weighed in at around 120 pounds; a little on the fleshy side, but in all the right places. Her hair was brown and wavy and fell to the middle of her back which arched down to one of those butts a man would give anything to squeeze; a long, deep crack between round, bulging white globes that stuck way out and jiggled slightly when she walked. A pouty little mouth was planted in the middle of her rosy, apple-cheeked face. Her plump lips were painted a deep, wet shade of red and she wore rose-tinted glasses over deep-brown doe eyes. Topping this off was a pair of 48EEE tits with nipples that were, unbelievably, half an inch across and poked out about the same length from her tight sweaters when they were hard. A generous layer of baby fat still cushioned her low-slung hips. Jutting out from a nicely padded middle, they flanked a soft, round, slightly-raised little belly. In other words a sweet, young, juicy, wet-dream put on this earth for only one reason - Man's pleasure. DAPHNE - The manager's older daughter. Also nineteen, she was more like the girl next door, but with some important differences. She stood maybe an inch or two taller than Lisa and was skinnier, almost thin. Her short, curly brown hair framed one of those cute little cheerleader-type faces in the middle of which was planted a set of full, wide lips. All of her weight seemed to have gone straight to her tits and ass because they sure jutted out nicely in both directions from that thin frame; bottom heavy and top heavy at the same time, if you know what I mean. Her tits were the kind that are full and heavy on the bottom and sort of slope down from the top; real hangers. She always wore these hanging blouses with no bra and her sloping tits made them hang way out in front of her. I could see right through to her big, spongy nipples. Her ass was the real treasure, though. I had seen this kind on only one or two other girls in many years of watching and I doubt that many of you will know what I'm talking about when I describe it because it is so rare. It starts lower down on the back than on most women and builds downward and out toward the rear into huge, meaty cheeks that seem to blend right into the legs and end just above the knee. It was as if her upper legs were one huge pair of ass sponges. (You see, I said you wouldn't know what I was talking about, but I hope you can picture it now). If Lisa was a wet dream, Daphne was a deliciously gross fantasy. She seemed kind of innocent, but I sensed something else lying underneath all of that. LINDA - Linda was the one girl who didn't seem to fit in with the others at this place. First, she looked quite a bit older than the other girls although she was actually only twenty. And second, she was built differently. She was the tallest one in the place at 5'9" or 5'10"; an inch or two taller than me and she was big; maybe 180 or 190 pounds. She was definitely approaching fat, but I would describe her more as chunky and fully packed. Big, bulging legs anchored a rotund upper body from which hung two beefy arms. Her rump cheeks were wide and fat and rode high up on her hips. For a big girl her tits weren't anything to speak of, actually just a pretty nice medium set. She had some acne on a round face from which hung straight, short, very blond hair. Her clothes were different too. While all the other girls in the office usually wore some sort of blouse and skirt, Linda was always in tight jeans and t-shirts. But the thing that really got me was the look on her face. Not when she was with the other girls, who she seemed to get along with, but when she was alone. I'll never forget that blank, almost obscene stare. MARGARET - The manager. She was about 38 years old with fiery orange-red hair like her daughter Diane. Although I could see she was starting to go downhill, she was still in pretty good shape for her age. She must have worked out some because there wasn't an ounce of fat on her angular torso and her pretty face was still tight and smooth. But all that excersize had pulled everything in hard and tight. There were no soft woman parts hanging out. Small ass, small chest, hard mouth. It just wasn't for me. I prefer the young, fleshy bulging stuff I saw on the other girls. But I liked Margaret and had many good talks with her. She seemed like your typical middle-aged housewife; a little on the naive side, but nice. JEFF - The only full-time male employee, Jeff was about the same age as the others. He was on the skinny side, about medium height and already going slightly bald at his young age. He seemed not to take the slightest interest in any of the girls, except maybe Margaret's eighteen year old daughter Diane, being more into his work than anything else. He seemed to me like any ordinary american teenager approaching manhood and I got along well with him. DIANE - Diane was the manager's younger daughter who I had seen Jeff gazing at and I didn't blame him. She was something to stare at. Bright red hair like her mother's swirled down around her freckled face. It wasn't dyed red either and it was exciting to think that all her other hair was the same color. Hotpants-pink lipstick coated her protruding young lips. She had just turned eighteen and was barely into womanhood, but one could see that she was developing fast. She had the same height as Daphne, but wasn't quite as big up front. Her budding little tits were like creamy cupcakes with ripe cherries stuck on top. The saliva pumped into my mouth at thought of licking them and also feeling her little butt, which was still forming. It hadn't quite plumped out yet, but the parts by the crack were sticking way out. It made me want to cup one mound in each hand, my fingers meeting in that deep slot, and squeeze. She was a little tease, too young and innocent to know what she was doing to me (and Jeff). THE BOSS - I had never met the guy who owned the place, Gene was his name, but I heard he was in his early forties and sometimes paid a visit to his offices. I looked forward to meeting him someday. ME - I'll be your narrator for what happened on that incredible day; your eyes, ears, hands and any other thing you can imagine. Call me... Roy. Although I'm no great writer, I hope I can describe it well enough to allow you to become part of the action. For that to work you are going to have to believe and imagine that you were there. It won't work if you just read the words. I want you to take my place that day and imagine some women you know (or would like to know) being there too, taking the place of Lisa, Daphne and Diane. Although it happened years ago, it still burns in my memory and, if your imagination can put you and your women into the action, I believe it will burn in yours too. That day started out like any other. Margaret had called me in to fix some equipment that the girls had wrecked for the umpteenth time. I was getting kind of bored with the routine, but I was more than glad to go in and get another drooling look at those girls. I couldn't believe that hot young stuff like this really existed, let alone that I was close enough to touch them. But they did exist. And although I hadn't done anything, I didn't know how long I could hold out before I tried something for real. As soon as I walked in the door I knew this wasn't going to end up like any ordinary day. First, Margaret tells me that the boss is coming in for his first visit to our office and then I see Lisa standing in the main room with her back to me talking with Daphne. It was winter but all she wore was a micro mini-skirt that barely covered the bottom of her butt. Her tight thighs strained at the sheer material of the red pantyhose that covered her legs as she turned to say hello to me. I almost dropped my toolbox when I saw her from the front. She had on a tight red sweater that was bulging full of her heavy tits like I had never seen them before. They jiggled slightly just from her turning and her nipples were so hard and big that I could see the little bumps standing out on them, even through the heavy material of the sweater. As she turned around again to resume her talk I started walking toward them to go into the computer room, my penis stiffening as I walked. I had to kind of squeeze behind Lisa to get by. I looked down and her butt mounds were bulging out so far that I couldn't even see the floor. The sight was too much for me and as I went by, without caring if I got caught, I pushed my free hand up under the mini-skirt and squeezed one buttock, even forcing my thumb a little way into the crack. The tights gave way as her ripe butt flesh squished between my fingers and the place where my thumb pushed the nylon into her crack felt hot and slippery. I gave her cheek one more squeeze and moved on quickly, sweating a little at what I had just gotten away with. How could anything so wrong feel so right! Lisa must have sensed that I was right behind her because, luckily for me, she didn't even move when I felt her. She could have screamed or jumped or turned me in to the others, but she just went on talking to Daphne like nothing had happened. Needless to say, I was very relieved. "The little bitch probably thought she was doing an old man a big favor by giving me that feel", I thought. But it was sure worth the risk and I was hard as a rock as I went into the other room. I sure didn't feel like working on some machine, but what else could I do. Besides, I wanted to stick around as long as possible and maybe get another grab later on. I was still carrying Lisa's ass grease on my thumb as I entered the other room, my body heat keeping it just as warm and oily as when it was inside her. I began to picture her walking by me, those full, jiggling cheeks slipping and sliding against each other, lubricated by the stuff in the crack and I could barely stand it. I bent my nose down to my thumb and sniffed. To my -!- uugate 0.36 (OS/2 2.99) ! Origin: Anonymous contact service (2:200/427.1) Ä Area: ALT.SEX.STORIES ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ Msg#: 9920 Date: 15 Dec 94 13:17 From: an53629 Read: Yes Replied: No To: All Mark: Subj: REPOST Computer Consultant 2/6 (mf,ff,nc) ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ From: an53629@anon.penet.fi I did not write this story. Over the years I have collected a large number of stories from BBS or internet. Because lately there has been a lack of postings on alt.sex.stories, I have decided to repost some of those I like best. Where possible, the original author is identified. Most of the multi-part stories were consolidated at the time, and some minor adjustments made, mostly of a cosmetic nature. I apologize beforehand to any author who recognizes his/her work being reposted without approval. "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. Linda was still fucking her butt hard from the rear without holding on at all. The straps of panty material attached to the part still on Daphne's upper ass were holding the thick, greasy panty-rope inside. Every backward thrust of her ass cheeks forced it out of the slot and every forward crack of Linda's hips drove it back in, in the process forcing Daphne's cunt forward to self-fuck on her fat fingers. A heavy slapping rhythm filled the room from Linda's big, lardy stomach slamming into Daphne's jiggling jelly buns. 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 -!- uugate 0.36 (OS/2 2.99) ! Origin: Anonymous contact service (2:200/427.1) Ä Area: ALT.SEX.STORIES ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ Msg#: 9916 Date: 15 Dec 94 13:16 From: an53629 Read: Yes Replied: No To: All Mark: Subj: REPOST Computer Consultant 3/6(mf,ff,nc) ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ From: an53629@anon.penet.fi I did not write this story. Over the years I have collected a large number of stories from BBS or internet. Because lately there has been a lack of postings on alt.sex.stories, I have decided to repost some of those I like best. Where possible, the original author is identified. Most of the multi-part stories were consolidated at the time, and some minor adjustments made, mostly of a cosmetic nature. I apologize beforehand to any author who recognizes his/her work being reposted without approval. 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. Still reaching around in back, she undid the wrist cuffs. Numb, yet painful from fifteen minutes of being bent into that unnatural position, Daphne's arms flopped down at her sides, limp and useless. Linda unrolled the blouse and tried to smooth it down over Daphne's cum-dripping boobs, but it was so wrinkled that it wouldn't quite make it. It looked a royal wrinkled mess and she could only stretch it down to the middle of her stomach, her cute belly button showing out above her pants. Linda let it go at that. No time. Next, she whipped a spike-comb from her back pocket and hastily drew it through Daphne's matted hair. She screamed out in pain as the four-inch spikes scraped her skull and ripped through the sweaty knots in her hair, but her mouth was so painful from being stretched by Linda's fist and the gag, her throat still filled with sticky cum and phlegm, that it came out only as a soft coughing gurgle. After raking Daphne's hair in to a vaguely presentable do, she grabbed some paper towels from Jeff's desk. Dunking them in some cold stale coffee in Jeff's cup, she toweled the cum off Daphne's face, rubbing hard and fast, and threw the towels in the can. Linda pulled the door open and, with one chunky arm around her shoulder, led the weak, trembling girl quickly out of the room. Shielding Daphne from the others with her bulky body, Linda half-dragged her rapidly toward the restroom, which was in the back. I could see through the doorway as she shoved her in and I thought I faintly heard, "Now get cleaned up good. And hurry. And no word of this to anyone. Besides, you KNOW you loved it, you pretty little bitch, and you know you'll want more later.". With that, the bathroom door shut, Linda went back to her reports, I went back to my repair and things went on as if nothing had happened. None of the others even suspected what had gone on in that room right under their noses! I worked steadily on, still kind of hot and sweaty, keeping one eye on the bathroom door (it was unisex and I had to go real bad). Finally, after about five agonizing minutes, Daphne came out. As I rushed for the john I could see that she had, by some miracle, made her self over into something pretty close to normal. Her hair was still a little damp, but drying fast back into those cute little brunette ringlets. And her face was washed clean, though still somewhat red and raw from the paper towels. The look on her face, however, was another story. Although not crying, her head kind of moped down and from the vacant depths of staring eyes she looked at me accusingly with a mixture of hatred and shame. I felt low, lower than a snake in the grass at that point. Even the sight of that big, bobbling back end failed to arouse me as she shuffled slowly into the other room. Truly ashamed of what I had done, I flopped into the john. Feeling greatly relieved after my piss, I went back to work. This was going to be a long one. Machines had broken down all over the place. I knew it was going to take me at least a couple of hours to fix them. And, what with the big boss coming in, Margaret kept popping in on me, asking me if I was finished yet. Her dark green wraparound skirt flounced wildly on her sleek swiveling hips and small, taut ass-muscles every time she ran in there. And I could tell from her erect button nipples poking out from her light green blouse that she was getting excited about the upcoming visit. A little peeved at her constant interruptions, I told her somewhat curtly that I'd have a lot better chance of getting done in time if she'd leave me alone. A blush formed on her high-riding cheeks that matched her red hair and she immediately began apologizing, saying that she was nervous about Gene coming. I told her that I understood and that I would work extra hard to get it all done for her. I stared at her muscular, tan calves as she walked out and thought, "Hmmmm. She ain't that badly shaped after all; kinda skinny still, but muscular like those iron pumping ladies I saw on TV, only not as grossly bulked up. And where did that tan come from. It looks pretty hot on a redhead. I wonder if it goes all the way up?". It was like seeing her for the first time. Shaking the cobwebs from my head, I went back to work again, but soon found myself talking to Jeff. I said, "Hey man. What the hell. Does this thing happen all the time around here or what? And why weren't you doing anything through all that stuff?". He shrugged a little laugh off his shoulders and answered, "No, it don't happen all the time. I only seen it twice before. Only I never seen it this hot before. Linda was like some kinda animal. I ain't messin' around with her though. No way. I'm afraid of her. And I wouldn't know what to do anyway. Poor Daphne, though. I never seen or heard of some of that shit. Linda forced her to get off but I don't think she really liked it. I gotta confess, the most I've ever done is bring off this girl at school once with my hand. I'd rather just concentrate on my work.". "OK", I thought, "but someday your gonna find out what it's all about and then work won't mean a thing.". I resumed my efforts to get the machines running right again. I looked up and saw that it was about one o'clock. I had spent the last two hours concentrating hard and had just about finished up, everything back in working order. Apparently Daphne had had no trouble concealing her morning episode from her co-workers and Margaret hadn't been back to bother me either. I packed up my tools, pretty satisfied with myself, and prepared to get the hell out of there. I strolled out in to the main office preparing to leave. Past Linda, who didn't even acknowledge my presence; and past Diane, standing there innocently. Just at the moment I walked by she bent over to pick something up. As most women do when they think no one is looking, she bent straight at the waist, not bending her knees at all; legs locked straight up and down. The tight, white cotton shift rode up, higher and higher. She wore no nylons and, for that second or two, I had an unobstructed view up and down almost the whole length of her soft, young, cream-colored thighs. Her bending pushed her smooth, round, little behind high in the air toward me, the widening split between her butts stretching the cotton to the breaking point. I was beginning to sweat a little when I saw Linda sneak a leering grin at the young flesh displayed in front of her. My eyes locked hers in a stare that told her in no uncertain terms, "I know what's on your mind. You lay a hand on her and you'll answer to me. Over my dead body Linda, over my dead body.". She gave me a shrug that said, "We'll see" and went back to work. Shuddering at the thought, I walked into the main office. Daphne sat at a desk facing away from me. She sat in a typical office chair; you know, the kind with a small backrest high up on a two inch diameter stalk set in the seat. The thick shiny stainless steel pole had worked its way into Daphne's jeans as she sat. Part of her butt meats, now unrestrained by panties, had oozed around the chair rod, gripping it tightly; the rest of the denim covered flesh sagged out around it and over the sides of the seat. My sweat increased at the sight, but my cock remained limp. All I could see was the brutal invasion she had taken from Linda earlier in the day and I marveled at how she could sit there working as usual all this time. She might have been able to regain her composure somehow, but I hadn't. I moved past her, gently patting the back of her head in sympathy as I walked by. Rudely shaking her head away, she lifted her downturned eyes to mine, remembering my part in her ordeal, and glared daggers right through my face. I wanted to apologize to her, to explain that I couldn't help myself, but there was no way. Lisa was sitting at the typewriter by the front door. If anything could have brought me back to life it was her. The heat start to spread through my dick again as I approached her, gazing hungrily and openly, but she was too busy typing to notice. I ogled my way down the length of her, starting with her pleasingly filled out face and moving down to the tight red sweater filled with her heavy, bulging tits. They seemed to fill the entire front of her sweater; so large that they were plopped solidly down on the typing table, Lisa's arms squeezing them together in front of her as she typed. With one hand in my pocket secretly feeling myself, I stood and stared at her sweater-bulging pair, which had to be the size of honeydew melons. The cold metal table had excited her nipples, forcing those nickel-sized paps to erupt forward nearly three fourths of an inch! I ended up in her lap, my eyes buried deep in the dark triangle formed by her little belly and bulging, red-nylon thighs. The micro-mini barely covered her bottom, now that she was sitting down, and I could see the round ends of her butt barely peaking out, also encased in the tight elastic. I focused in and thought, "I'll be damned if she isn't wearin' any!". The white flesh of her unpantied ass blended into the expanding red material, tinting it a dull, sexual pink. "What in the hell is she doing dressed like that just to come to a dull office job?", I wondered. "She is ready!", I decided. "And I'm just the man to give it to her!". Not thinking too clearly anymore, I formed the crazy idea that I would go outside and wait for her to come out. There were only a couple more hours til closing time. I'd wait for her and talk to her, ask her out or over to my house or anything. I had to have her now, today, and I was determined to get her; one way or the other. "Somehow she knew I was going to be there today and she dressed that way for me!", my hormones screamed at me. "If she plays it cool, don't let her get away. Follow her and make her yours!", my mixed up mind ordered. In a hot trance I waved good-bye absently to Margaret and began walking out, my plan now set. But you know what they say about plans. I vaguely heard her say "No. Stick around. I want you to meet Gene", but I too full of the vision of Lisa to pay any attention. Just as I made it to the exit, the door burst open noisily. I was nearly bowled over as the boss burst into the office. I guess I -!- uugate 0.36 (OS/2 2.99) ! Origin: Anonymous contact service (2:200/427.1) Ä Area: ALT.SEX.STORIES ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ Msg#: 9918 Date: 15 Dec 94 13:16 From: an53629 Read: Yes Replied: No To: All Mark: Subj: REPOST Computer Consultant 4/6(mf,ff,nc) ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ From: an53629@anon.penet.fi I did not write this story. Over the years I have collected a large number of stories from BBS or internet. Because lately there has been a lack of postings on alt.sex.stories, I have decided to repost some of those I like best. Where possible, the original author is identified. Most of the multi-part stories were consolidated at the time, and some minor adjustments made, mostly of a cosmetic nature. I apologize beforehand to any author who recognizes his/her work being reposted without approval. It was hard trying to see all the action in this three ring circus all at once and keep my control on Diane. She still fought me, but I had her arms pinned good and continued to work my bulge into her squirming bottom. She shook her head around and tried to bite me, red mane flying into my face, but she stopped cold when I popped my finger into her snatch, the white satin pushing in with it. Even through her panties I could feel that she was getting warm and wet in there whether she wanted it or not. I got another finger in and slid the panties in and out, the increasing friction heating the material and also building up a static charge on the satin. My eyes followed Margaret's over to the desk on my right. Ripping the blouse up over Daphne's head, Jeff exposed her bare breasts. Having surrendered completely by now, she didn't fight him as he grabbed a jug in each hand and began squeezing. He had made the grab close in by her ribs and with each squeeze her mounds ballooned out in front, flushing red in his tight grip. Her brown nipples began pushing themselves out a little at a time, growing stiffer and longer each time, as if being inflated by her pumping breast bags. Daphne went along meekly as Jeff dragged her to the desk. He let go, twisted her around and leaned her back. Jeff's eyes were big as saucers and fully dilated as he began twisting open the buttons of her fly. With both hands he made short work of it and soon worked her jeans down over her hips. Head bowed in shame, her dull eyes watched him slide her pants down to her ankles. Nevertheless a gasp came from her lips as he reached under her legs. One hand cupped her mound from the front while the other groped in from behind. Jeff jammed a finger of his cunt hand straight in, "UNNNH!". In back he bunched his hand into a full fist and began pushing steadily against her still slick ass crack, "OOOOOOOW!". In spite of herself, Daphne began to respond to the intruding fingers and fist. She tried mightily to keep her butt shut, but then she shuddered and raised up on her toes as her gluteous muscles gave out. Jeff's balled fist forced her cheeks apart and his arm lunged into the slimy, tan tunnel. Maintaining her in this upraised position by pushing up on her pubic bone, he forced his fist in deeper still. Daphne moaned again and then suddenly snapped her head up in shock. I watched transfixed as Jeff's arm went in farther and farther, Daphne's cheeks now butting up against his elbow. He was in deeper than Linda had been earlier and I knew from the girl's look that his fist, like a massive cockhead had reached her puckered sphincter. Gritting his teeth with effort, he kept up a hard steady pressure, twisting as he pushed to work her ass grease onto his fist for lubrication. Daphne's eyes bulged half way out of their sockets and her mouth began to contort in a painful grimace as her puckered hole began surrendering to Jeff's slippery twisting pressure. He had it halfway in now, her asshole stretching and dilating around it like a vagina in childbirth; only this baby's head was going in the wrong direction and into the wrong hole! Staring in utter disbelief, I began to responding to this filthy show and scooped my arm up under Diane's dress, feeling for her young titties. Still bouncing her up and down on the hard lump in my lap, I latched on to one of them, rapidly squeezing and rubbing the soft mound in a heated frenzy, feeling the nipple begin to harden in my hand. Struggling less intensely now, Diane began to squirm in my lap, rather than fight, as my fondling and rubbing hands awoke passions her eighteen year old flesh had never known. Her freckled face blushed hotly, but she let me pull the shift over her outstretched arms. I put one hand on each of her bare cupcakes and began to work them over in earnest, fondling and pinching their orangy little buds which had never known a man's hand. Her pink, painted lips had just parted in an ecstatic groan, when my attention was forced back to the desk. Doubling over limply, Daphne's knees sagged and her stomach spasmed violently. Her slippery anal muscle gave way completely as Jeff's hand popped through her back door with a mighty heave. So complete and sudden was her surrender that Jeff nearly lost his balance as his forward thrust carried him into her another five inches, his arm disappearing into her crack beyond the elbow! "Give it to her Jeff! Ram it home!", Linda was urging him, "Fist fuck her buns!". Margaret couldn't bear to look, but Linda moved a hand to the sides of her eyes and squeezed until they opened in pain. "Is that any way to bring up a daughter? You skinny slut! I oughta do the same to you.", she growled. She released her hold on Margaret's eyes and with the same hand ripped her cotton panties down to the knees. "But not just yet. Let's see the rest of you first.", she whispered. Riding on Margaret's waist saddle like a horse, she reached under her armpit and ripped her blouse open, the buttons popping off in all directions. Grabbing at the back of the collar, she yanked it down in back to the elbows. It acted like a straightjacket, pinning the arms in back and pushing out her brassiered breasts in front. Margaret started to buck in panic now and my prick grew another inch in my pants at the thought that Linda might mean what she said. Grossed out, but hotly fascinated, I watched Jeff recover and, spurred on by Linda's urging, begin to fuck Daphne's ass with his arm. A wet suctioning noise filled the room as he pulled out to the elbow, keeping his balled fist just inside her anus. Still bent over limply, she began to gasp quick breaths of relief, but doubled over again as Jeff shoved it back in. He slid out again, held it a second, and pushed it back in. Then he started pumping slowly as her bowels began to loosen and coat him with their brown, oily secretion. Doubled over, limp, blood rushing to her head, Daphne flopped around like a rag doll on the driving fist sliding up and down inside her large intestine. But the giant arm-phallus was beginning to have its effect on her sensitive back hole and she began grunting in rhythm with the slowly pumping arm. I couldn't believe after all she'd been through that she was responding to something like this! It was absolutely filthy, but watching it only made me more excited. My dick was aching, it was so hard and I began to think of getting it out of my pants and into Diane. Somehow I yanked open my zipper and it leaped out, running straight up under a leg opening in her satin panties. Thrusting clumsily, I tried to push it into her ass, but it only slid up her crack and settled in between her buns like a red hot sausage. Feeling the heat in there, I began jerking up and down between her rubbery moon pies, keeping up a soft massage on her swollen pear-shaped pud. Her moaning grew louder; hot, musky, young breath gushing into my ear; moist tongue licking as she blew in. I began pumping faster and her rhythmic butt thrusts began matching mine. Daphne began grunting loudly, eeeeuunnnnh! nnyyyyyuh! unh!, her face alternately straining and relaxing as she forced herself back onto Jeff's arm with each inward stroke. It looked as if she was taking a hard shit, grunting to expel the log buried inside her, but every time she tried he slid it farther in. Her powerful butt muscles clamped themselves down on his sliding wrist, her anus acting like a cunt approaching orgasm. The bitch was actually in heat getting arm-fucked up the ass! Hands locked on bent knees, she buck out of control on Jeff's jerking limb, turgid tits bouncing hard against her chest. The grunting stopped and her mouth began to contort into the familiar orgasmic stare. Sensing her begin to tremor and stiffen, Jeff socked his fist in and out of her like lightning, huge rumps wobbling wildly. The thought that this kind of action could bring Daphne, or any girl, to climax brought a spasm deep down in my root. I knew I couldn't hold out much longer and began pinching Diane's clit as my tightening balls began pumping juice up the shaft. Daphne was just beginning to freeze when Jeff balled his other hand into a fist and, with one shove, pushed the whole thing through her slippery, deep-red cunt lips. His fists slid for a few quick strokes inside her, feeling each other on either side of the thick membrane between her canals, and brought her off instantly. She froze solid, hands on bent knees, butt jutted backwards, open-mouthed face locked forward in a silent scream. His arms continued to work inside her as she watched her nipples spew cream like fountains onto the floor in puddles. Farts bubbled out involuntarily around Jeff's arm and she drenched Jeff's other fist with vaginal cum. I could tell from her eyes that she knew the shame of what he had done to her, making her come like this, but she couldn't move as he pulled out with both arms. As she continued to erupt, he moved quickly around to her front and stared into her eyes, as if admiring his handiwork. Stuck to the floor, still paralyzed in ongoing orgasm, she watched in silent terror as he straddled her upturned head and begin jacking off, the head of his stiff red penis squeezing in between her open lips. It only took him a few seconds of jerking before he came, shooting thick streams into Daphne's wide open recepticle. Her throat tried to swallow the stuff down, but it was too thick and she gagged, bringing her out her come-trance. Shivering down from the tension, she began working to swallow the sperm-packed liquid down, hands still gripping bent knees. The heavy cream overflowed her smacking lips, oozing out down her chin as she spat out whatever excess she could. But most of it she had to swallow, gulping large lumps of it down her pipe. Grabbing Diane behind the neck, I twisted her head around and slurped my lips onto hers, covering her whole, slightly-open mouth with mine. She tried to turn away but I held her tight, sucking her plump, pink oral mound. She didn't know what to do, but her natural female juices took over her young body, hormones beginning to spurt into her bloodstream from maturing glands deep inside. Her mouth began sucking inside of mine and I let my tongue slide into her, lapping and licking her warm saliva-covered oral cavity. "mmmmm ahhhhh uh uh uh nnnnnnnh", poured into my ear, freckled face flushing the color of her soft red hair. She hotly sucked my tongue in and out of her clenching lips, moaning quietly as I inserted two fingers back into her vagina. I cupped her hot little mound in the rest of my hand and began squeezing it in my palm; my tongue slipping and sliding in and out of her wet lips the whole time. Returning the favor, I sucked in and pulled her fat tongue into my mouth, gently blowing as I held it clamped between my lips. God, she was a sweet young piece and she was gettin' ready for me, even in the midst of the gross sexual brutality going on around us. Releasing her lips with a smack I held on to her tongue and sucked it wetly, pushing it almost all the way back into her and then pulling it back into me with gentle suction. 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 -!- uugate 0.36 (OS/2 2.99) ! Origin: Anonymous contact service (2:200/427.1) Ä Area: ALT.SEX.STORIES ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ Msg#: 9923 Date: 15 Dec 94 13:17 From: an53629 Read: Yes Replied: No To: All Mark: Subj: REPOST Computer Consultant 5/6(mf,ff,nc) ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ From: an53629@anon.penet.fi I did not write this story. Over the years I have collected a large number of stories from BBS or internet. Because lately there has been a lack of postings on alt.sex.stories, I have decided to repost some of those I like best. Where possible, the original author is identified. Most of the multi-part stories were consolidated at the time, and some minor adjustments made, mostly of a cosmetic nature. I apologize beforehand to any author who recognizes his/her work being reposted without approval. 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 I couldn't blame her for trying to get away. Somewhere, in the back of my stunned mind, I remembered reading about this. Maybe it was in some medical book, but I didn't really believe it and I sure never thought I'd see it. But here it was, standing before me; a prime example of Kleinfelter's syndrome. Margaret gasped in fright, Diane turned away red-faced and I began rubbing myself again as we viewed the magnificent, yet revolting, specimen. Through some freak accident of nature Linda had been born both male and female at the same time. Not a transvestite, not a phony she-male, but a true hermaphrodite with both sets of sexual organs fully developed. A thick, eight inch penis covered with bluish veins and a large pair of testicles hung between her chunky legs from a triangular blond bush. Her wide ass was flat and muscular like a man's, but she had that nice little pair of titties sitting up there. And, as she bent over to step out of her jeans, I could see a pair of smooth, pink vaginal lips in the space between her asshole and balls. No wonder this girl was so screwed up. No wonder she had a weight problem. With all of the conflicting sexual urges boiling inside of her, it was a miracle she could lead anything close to a normal life. From the way she went after girls, the male drive must have become dominant, but I could see that the feminine urges were still working to some extent from the way she idolized Gene. All of this was swirling around in my skull, trying to sort itself out, but I was too excited to think. Diane, forcing herself to look, began fingering herself with one hand. She was confused, but the sight of that thing growing out of Linda, out of a girl, made her flush with heat. Staring fixedly at it, she encircled my dick with her other fist and began making me hard again. Her mother, tied and helpless on the other desk, closed her eyes in digust at the degenerate display her young daughters and employees were putting on. Jeff had taken Daphne face-down on the floor. Holding her down with a knee in her back, he wrenched her arms behind her and began tying the elbows and wrists together with strips of her shredded blouse. It looked like he was getting her ready for another hot session, but I was too busy watching the scene in front of me to care. Lisa, like a cornered little deer, had gone beyond panic and sat meekly, now that they had her tamed, and awaited her fate. Linda, tongue hanging out, was visibly panting in anticipation. Her cock thickened on its own, slanting and jerking upward to about half staff. Moving up on the frightened girl, she slung a leg over each side of Lisa's chair, slurring something like, "Okay, okay, my little honey. I've wanted this for so long.". Tied tightly to the chair post by her hair, Lisa's head was held immobile as the fat girl straddled her lap, the big female cock perfectly positioned level with her mouth. Gripping herself by the base, Linda commanded, "Open", and began pushing the head into Lisa's plump, red lips. Recoiling in horror as the knob of flesh sunk into her small oral hole, Lisa clenched her teeth shut to keep out the invading organ. Linda tried to force it past the enamel wall, but gave up in frustration and slapped her savagely, "Come on! Open it, bitch!". She tried to put it in again, but Lisa was clenched shut in deathly fear. Linda slapped her again and again, until Gene grabbed her wrists, "Whoa! Take it easy, girl. We don't want to damage this pretty face. Let me do it.". Placing the fingers of his large hands along the undersides of Lisa's jaw, he dug his thumbs into the joints under her ears and began a hard massage. I could see despair creep into her eyes as he worked her clenched mandibles against each other, all the while pushing in with his thumbs. The jaws are the most powerful muscles in the human body, but Lisa's began to open against her will as Gene expertly applied pressure to the selected points along her neck. He continued to manipulate her until her teeth hung open inside her clenched lips. He maintained his lock on her jaws while Linda positioned herself again and inserted the head into Lisa's rosebud lips. Gripping the top of the chair, she pushed in with her lard hips. Lisa tried to keep her mouth shut, but it was no contest this time. With no teeth in the way, Linda's large flaccid rod slid in easily, parting Lisa's little lips wide open, completely filling the moist, red opening. She pulled out almost all the way, then jerked her wide-body hips forward, stuffing it back in to the hilt and slamming her fat stomach into Lisa's face, "Next time I tell you to do something you do it, you little whore. Now suck my meat hard". Bending slightly at the knees for leverage, Linda began to rock her hips; smothering the helpless girl's face with each forward stroke. Her cock began to grow hard and thick with bluish veins standing out like quarter-inch cords on the ugly looking ramrod. Relieving Gene, Linda took hold of Lisa's jaws to keep them sprung open and with increasingly hard strokes humped her hot little O, stretching the lips even wider. Lisa, arms and head tied back, offered no resistance as Linda's engorged male member moved against the soft sucking tissue of her inner cheeks. Plocking, squishy, wet sounds melted into my ears as saliva poured into her oral cavity, lubricating Linda's penis which was now stiff as a board. Diane's fist jacked my cock even faster now and her own fingers rubbed in tight little circles over her spongy pud. Watching my Lisa getting face-fucked by Linda was really turning me on. I stood Diane up and bent her over the back of her chair, facing the action and positioned myself behind the deep slit in her young ass. Grabbing a mound in each hand, I began massaging her tight, round butts. They were deliciously smooth and as I worked the baby-soft buns between my fingers they actually began to generate heat! A warm glow flooded into my fingers from inside them as Diane began moaning again. With his hands now free, Gene reached his long arms around the chair. With one hand he cupped Linda's blond, hairy testicles and squeezed them softly. Coming in from behind with the other hand, he stuck one of his big fingers into her smooth, pink vagina. Somewhat shocked, Linda withdrew herself from Lisa's aching mouth and stood stock still. As Gene worked her over from both sides, conflicting male and female sex drives raged and boiled inside. She was grunting like a woman in heat from the hand in her tender pussy and her hard prick was twitching up and down as he began to jerk it off with the other hand. She began bucking her fat hips in his arms; desperate to come, together in one body, as man and as woman. Gene grabbed the big girl's hard tool and eased the writhing thing toward Lisa's chest. Her breasts were red as beets from being tied so tightly with her pantyhose and had swelled obscenely, nipple rolls black and tight with blood. Linda was out of control, jackhammering her cunt and cock blindly as Gene tried to guide her in. Finally finding the opening, she thrust into the crack. Mounting Lisa's bound tits as if they were a pair of bloated ass cheeks, she began to jerk rhythmically in and out. Continuing to finger Linda's clit and cunt, Gene gripped himself with his other hand. Moving up to straddle the back of the chair, balls skimming the top of Lisa's head, he pointed his penis at Linda's lips. Sweat was pouring off her straining face as she humped Lisa's tits, but her female instincts surfaced at the sight of his maleness. Opening up wide and lapping out her tongue, she obediently seated his fat, blunt sausage into her mouth and began to give him head. The sight was too much for me and I sank deep into Diane's hot, young vaginal slot, fucking her from behind with smooth long strokes; both of us leering at the obscene show. Linda grunted like a bitch in heat as Gene's sliding meat began to grow in her mouth, filling the opening completely. He was sweating heavily too, grinding his hips into her fat face, finger fucking her cunt, and staring down at her rigid pole pumping Lisa's bound breasts. Just then, I spied Jeff rise up from behind the desk on our right dragging Daphne along by her hair. Already, during the day, she had been fist fucked up her anus, had her butt crack poked with a twisted rope made from her own panties and had her delicious boobies jerked off twice. And she had come each time, but now she was truly sick of it. All the sex had gone out of her and she was fighting him, just wanting to be done with it and get out of there. Jeff, however, was only getting started. After arm fucking Daphne's asshole, the juices were finally flowing in this all-american boy and he wanted to put his cock in the real thing now. Letting loose of her head, he grasped a fistful of Daphne's bushy cunthair and propelled her along toward the other desk. Seeing her destination, she struggled fiercely, but, with her arms pinioned behind her, Jeff's painful grip on her curls forced her -!- uugate 0.36 (OS/2 2.99) ! Origin: Anonymous contact service (2:200/427.1) Ä Area: ALT.SEX.STORIES ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ Msg#: 9924 Date: 15 Dec 94 13:17 From: an53629 Read: Yes Replied: No To: All Mark: Subj: #2 REPOST Computer Consultant 5/6(mf,ff,nc) ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ movements to obey his. Dragging Daphne by her mound with one hand, Jeff scooped up Gene's long leather belt in the other as he slammed her into the other end of Margaret's desk. Her head was held arched in the air by the taut binding that Linda had made from Daphne's panties and she could do nothing but watch in horror as Jeff gripped the back of her daughter's neck. Slowly, he mashed her writhing face into Margaret's until their lips crushed together. Looping Gene's belt around the back of their heads and then again around their necks, he notched the end in the buckle and cinched it tight, locking mother and daughter in an obscene, incestuous kiss. "Now isn't that cute. To see a mother and daughter so close. Go on Daphne, give your mommy a kiss.". The women tried to turn their heads away, but the leather strap held their faces tight and their struggles only worked their plump, wet lips deeper into each other. Moving around in back of Margaret, Jeff ran his hands over the bronze, muscular globes of her rear end, "Ooh mama! Now I know where Daphne got that ass from. I'm gonna love slappin' your cheeks". Sliding down to the tuft of red hair between her open legs, he squeezed and hefted her vaginal pouch, forcing her lips to part and blow a warm gasp into her daughter's mouth. Daphne's lips reacted to her mother's warm, moaning breath and instinctively opened. Margaret's tongue slipped in and the belt tightened down harder, sloshing and mixing their slippery oral juices, as Jeff began fluttering her clit through the red hair. Sliding his hand out from under her, he gave her tan rear a slap and she went on automatic pilot. Unable to control herself now, she continued tonguing Daphne, who actually began to respond to her mother's wet kisses. I was staring mezmerized as she began heating up again, groaning in involuntary response, when my attention was jerked back to center stage. The nerve pinch began to wear off of Lisa and her jaws began to move again, but she kept her mouth open. Little gasps and squeals erupted from those luscious lips as her sensitive tits began to respond to the girl fuck. Linda whipped it in; slapping her stomach against the raw nerve endings in Lisa's nipples until white milk squeezed out of the hard, black posts, smearing onto the fat girl's prong. Feeling the fluid pour into Lisa's tit trough, greasing her pole, Linda raised up on her toes and began humping wildly; contracting balls driving her into the male part of her orgasm. Just then, Jeff, who had sneaked over, mounted her large butt and drove his rod into her hairless, pink female opening from behind; commencing to fuck her doggy style. Feeling the stiff, male member poke and penetrate her, Linda matched her rhythm to it; banging her cunt backward onto Jeff's cock each time he drove into her and pushing her cock into Lisa's tits on her forward thrusts. Feminine sexual grunts erupted from her throat onto the hard sausage imbedded in her mouth as her female climax started to build. Stiffened to the diameter of a teacup, Gene fucked her puffing cheeks furiously, while his hand worked on her clit, bringing her to her female climax at the same time. His peach-sized balls stretched to the bursting point, sagging heavily with semen, as he stiffened on his feet. It looked like he was going to shoot, but he stopped pumping when he felt Linda start to go; wanting to time his own come with hers. Banging Diane's jiggling rear, I watched him try to bring Lisa off together with them. The chair began rocking on its feet as Lisa bucked and wiggled. She looked up and could see Gene's piston mouth-fucking Linda who was tit-fucking her while being screwed by Jeff from behind. She hated them both, but knew that these two gross-outs were going to make her come. And when Gene cupped her in his other hand, she felt the rumble deep inside. Sliding the middle finger in, he expertly found the G-spot on the roof of her canal and pushed the button hard. As if she were strapped in the electric chair, and Gene the leering executioner, she felt him finger her tender spot, making her twitch and vibrate harder and harder until the sexual shock took her. Sizzling up from her center, coursing through muscle and nerve tissue, it jerked the gorgeous young woman into a shattering come. Her legs reflexed and shot straight out, locking at the knees. Like a helpless epileptic, foam bubbled from her mouth and she involuntarily spat hot saliva onto Linda's fat belly as the seizure began to take control of her extremities. Her toes twitched at the end of locked legs, her wrists strained at their nylon bindings and spasm after spasm jerked her belly inward. Surging into her tits, it began to pulsate them, each rippling contraction pushing a visible bulge down the outside of her enormous bulbs into the vibrating nipples until they spat out streams of hot, pressurized milk onto Linda's lurching dick. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- To find out more about the anon service, send mail to help@anon.penet.fi. Due to the double-blind, any mail replies to this message will be anonymized, and an anonymous id will be allocated automatically. You have been warned. Please report any problems, inappropriate use etc. to admin@anon.penet.fi. -!- uugate 0.36 (OS/2 2.99) ! 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