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.
As the hot flood of Lisa's breast cum poured onto her, Linda's male climax let go. Her thick back arched over with a snap, driving her spewing cock into the air. Flailing like a firehose out of control, it squirted all over Lisa, thick cum mixing with hot, runny breast milk. The force of her contractions burst
Lisa's breasts from their bindings and thrust Linda up into her face. A random spasm of Linda's butt speared the open mouth in front of it and she began dumping the remainder of her man-load into Lisa's foaming saliva.
In the midst of her male orgasm Linda felt a sweet, new sensation overtake her as the two men forced out her female climax. Gene pumped her head hole rapidly and then froze as his sagging balls squeezed gelatinous globs of male cum down her throat. At the same moment Jeff rammed it into her from behind, slapping against the fat cheeks, until his young, stiff dick began spitting juice into her female hole.
"Please, oh please, Roy! Make me come too!", cried Diane, but I continued stroking her smoothly, keeping her poised on the plateau, wanting her to watch the whole show first. With the men pumping jism into her at both ends, hot milk spraying onto her swollen tits, and her cock filling Lisa's mouth with cum, Linda was being torn apart from the dual orgasms raging inside her.
Her womb was jerking inward like a woman and her groin spasmed forward like a man at the same time causing her to vibrate in place as her spastic organs drained their love juices out in both directions.
As the three of them began coming down, Gene pulled out of Linda's full mouth and finished off on Lisa's head, dripping the last of his cream onto her hair and forehead. Linda blasted her last few shots on Lisa's nose and cheeks, coating her glasses with opaque white ooze, but saved the best for last.
I finally gave Diane a racking orgasm and emptied myself into her swollen twat as I watched Linda finish. She hadn't swallowed all of Gene's load, but had stored most of it in her puffed cheeks like a beaver. As Jeff pulled his limp tool out of her cunt, she leaned over and belched out the whole warm, slimy load onto Lisa's face and breasts. Completing the humiliation, Linda filled her hands with Lisa's slick, shiny mammaries and massaged the cream into them, the cum making delicious squishing sounds as her hands worked over the immense globes.
Groggy from her ordeal, coughing and choking, Linda stepped back and huffed at Gene, "Man, you really shot a load. I thought I was going to drown!", and then in Jeff's direction, "And you. You really got me off good, Jewboy. But who told you you could do anything to me? I'd call that rape and I'm gonna get you back for it, you little prick.". Jeff only laughed, "You're not gonna do anything, you fat pig. You were begging for it and I gave it to you". She turned to Lisa, "And look at you, you little cow; all plump and juicy. You liked that cum bath, didn't you. Let me taste.". She scooped a big slug of the thick white jelly off one of Lisa's boobs and slurped it off into her mouth. Gulping it down, she barked "Hey! Didn't you hear me! What's the matter with you! Hey, Gene, I think the bitch is still coming!".
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