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.