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Linda's head bobbed up and down. A silly look formed on Lisa's face and she began raising up and down on her toes as she began to react to the wet sucking lips.

Linda increased her pace, puffy cheeks huffing in and out. It looked like she was giving head to a fat, miniature brown cock.

I eased Diane's rump off the chair and removed her panties, beginning to feel her up again, as Lisa began quivering in Gene's armlock. Squeezing Lisa's blood-engorged balloons, Linda fluttered the tip of her tongue on the nerved-filled nipple in her mouth. "Oh oh oh nnnnnnh nuh uh uh ooohhhh!", Lisa shouted as she spasmed in a tit-induced orgasm.

Milk shot out the ends of Lisa's pulsating nipple stalks. She heaved her swollen breasts forward, spraying into Linda's open mouth like a garden sprinkler, as she bucked in Gene's grasp.

Linda drank in the sweet nectar, licking and slurping it in as if quenching a burning thirst. Gradually coming out of it, Lisa turned eyes downward, ashamed of what she had been forced to do, and meekly renewed her struggle, knowing that Gene and Linda weren't through with her by any means.

They were working as a team now, as if by pre-arranged signals.

"Mmmmmm, that was good, you little milk-cow. Now let's see how you like the taste of it inside of you.", Linda drooled. Putting her full 180 pounds into it, she stood on Lisa's feet with her heavy boots and held her immobile by the tits; bending her over a little as Gene stepped back. Arms released, Lisa clawed wildly for Linda's eyes, but the big girl easily brought her up short.

Grinding her bootheels into Lisa's toes with all her weight, she laughed, "That's it. Fight me, Lisa. I like it when you struggle.".

Gene hooked his thumbs under her waistband and snuggled the butt-hugging tights down Lisa's midsection. Rolling them over her thighs, he got the nylons completely off, Linda releasing one of

Lisa's feet at a time for him. She felt his big hands fondling her exposed, brown-haired cuntlips and fatty, white asscheeks for a moment and began whimpering again.

Standing back, Gene began to get his clothes off. He unbuttoned and removed his shirt; fat potbelly plopping out, and then unbuckled his 50" leather belt. "Alright Gene, whip out that shaft", Linda cheered as he pulled his trousers and shorts down with one tug.

A hush fell over the room, save for Lisa's whining, as we all stared at the dong hanging between his legs. I had never seen anything like it and looked at my pitiful little thing in envy.

Linda gazed in admiration, Margaret gaped at it in terror and Lisa stopped crying, frozen in absolute horror, knowing where Gene was going to stick it.

It wasn't super long, maybe about 9 inches, but, even hanging in its flaccid state between his legs, it had to be the thickest cock ever worn by a human being. Even limp, it was as big around as a beer can; a veinless, flesh-colored log capped with a head equally as big around. A deep, long cleft split the apple-sized head into two blunt, rounded halves already shiny with his pre-cum.

He reached down and gripped himself, beginning to jack this massive thing to attention. As he stroked himself, it began to stiffen and deepen in color. It didn't take him long to get completely hard, the smooth purple pole jutting straight out, not bending up like most men. "Let's get her ready", he mumbled and grabbed the red nylons off the floor. Ripping the legs from the panty part, he tied off each of Lisa's massive breasts, wrapping them near the base as Linda removed her hands. This kept them so tightly packed together they looked like a set of huge dull-red butt cheeks standing out from her chest.

Cinching the nylon tight, he said to Linda, "OK. I'll take her.

Get yourself ready fast. I'm startin' to get soft.". He grabbed

Lisa's arms and held her back as Linda began feverishly stripping down. Boots came off, but she left her socks on. Then the fat girl tugged her t-shirt over her head, revealing a nice little pair of knockers with small hard nipples nestled between fat upper arms.

"OK, hold her down.", Linda stammered as she started pulling her wranglers down over her wide ass. Gene grabbed a chair and forced

Lisa into a sitting position. Holding her arms locked around the backrest, he tied her wrists behind her with the remainder of the pantyhose. She struggled hard, knowing something was about to happen to her, but Gene finished the job by knotting her hair back around the chair post, locking her firmly in place.

As Linda's pants fell down to her ankles, Lisa's eyes bugged out.

She shook and wiggled violently, almost knocking the chair over in her attempt to get away, even though Gene leaned all of his weight on the backrest to hold it in place. I wondered, "Why is she fighting so hard? She know's it's useless. Besides, she must have seen other naked girls before.". But she continued fighting as if her life depended on it. Then I saw it and all of a sudden

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