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Straining the knotted hair holding her to the chair pole, Lisa's head began bobbing mechanically forward and back, building steadily in force. Her toes still curled and twitched on the ends of her locked legs and she began emitting little squealing noises as a series of orgasms rocked her. Gene released his hold and stood back with the rest of us. Silently, we watched the little girl, locked into the chair, slicked down with cum, fitfully grab and clutch her huge breasts and nipples. We stared at her for thirty seconds; forty seconds; a full minute! She began squealing like a pig and the heavy steel chair rocked on its legs as her head thrashed with increasing violence; building… building… building….

"Crrrrriiiiccccch…", her final spasm ripped her out of the chair, leaving the knot and two good-sized handfuls of her hair hanging on the post. Sprawling onto the floor, Lisa rested on hands and knees; hanging, bulging breasts dripping gooey white masses from their receding nipples. Gasping and panting to recover her senses, she gagged out globs of her own foam mixed with

Linda's stale male scum in digust, while wiping the cold sticky stuff off of her glasses so she could see again.

Pretending to be dazed and confused, Lisa's eyes furtively darted around the room, glaring hatred at Linda and Gene, but really checking for an escape route. Gene may have got his hand in her, but no one had actually tried to put their thing into her womanhood yet, and she was going to make sure no one did. Making her move, she bounced to her feet and madly dashed for the door, naked jugs flouncing in all directions at once, fleshy waves rippling up and down jiggling rumps. She tried to catch them by surprise and sneak her 5'4" frame through the circle of towering people around her.

I was kinda hoping she'd make it and she almost did, but it just wasn't in the cards. Still groggy and recovering from her orgasms, Linda was stunned as Lisa ran by, but managed to grab a handful of hair. Powered by desperation, Lisa kept pumping her thighs and Linda stared in surprise as a large, wavy clump ripped off in her hand with a horrendous stitching noise. Lisa kept running, but the painful hair-pull slowed her enough for Gene to get her.

Spinning with suprising agility for a big man, he got in front of

Lisa before she could react, barring her escape route, and scolding, "uh uh. we ain't through with you yet, little girl.".

Thrusting one arm up between her legs from the front, he hooked the other under the surprised girl's armpit. Squatting at the knees and then jerking up like a weightlifter, he lifted her with a mighty heave up into the air. In one fluid motion he pushed his forearm against her vagina for leverage and somersaulted her over onto her back in mid-air, legs scissoring wildly as she went over the top, and dumped her hard onto the desk. Man, what a move!

Lisa hit so hard, she bounced on impact and banged her head a couple of times, knocking her senseless. Arms hanging limply over the sides of the desk, she lay helpless before Gene, mammoth breasts billowing out like large, white pillows. "Yea! Do it

Gene. Put it to her! Take her, hard!", yelled Linda.

Lisa began to come around and started sobbing, still unable to move, as he lifted her calves up onto his shoulders. Fat tears were rolling out from behind her rose-colored glasses, which had managed to stay on, as she tried to move her arms to cover her shame. But they hung like lead over edge of the desk. Still groggy from the fall, all she could do was weakly whimper, "Oh, no. Nooooo… Please don't do this to me. Oh God, why are you doing this?".

Locked in his sexual fever, Gene leaned over her. His shoulders bent her legs straight back over and together toward her head, forcing her plump brown mound to bulge out between them. Gene got her feet into his cavernous armpits and held her locked in place as she started moaning and struggling again.

I could see that he was still soft and would need some oral action to get it up again so soon. He called out to Linda, "Get yourself over here and gimme some head. I wanna bust this little girl.", but she had already moved to the other side of the desk and was maneuvering into position by Lisa's head. A faraway look wafted over Diane and she made a move to get up, but I stopped her,

"What's the matter with you? Are you nuts?". But she struggled free and whispered in my ear, "I know. I know he's a bastard, but

I've got to do this. I can't explain it, but I have to have his huge thing in my mouth. Please don't stop me.".

I knew I had to let her go and sadly watched her small, sexual form timidly move toward him. Kneeling in front of him, between him and the desk, she put her little fingers around him, only able to encircle about half of it even when he was limp. A little unsure of what to do with the ugly, enormous horse dong, she just kind of handled it, flopping it around near her face.

Gene began swelling and stiffening in the hot little hand, forcing her to use both hands to grip him now and softly encouraged her,

"That's it, little darlin'. Don't be afraid of it. You just open wide, like at the dentist and uncle Gene will give you a lollipop to suck.". Diane's cute, freckled face stared in awe at the thick tube of flesh in her hands. Mesmerized, she obediently opened her jaws as far as she could, stuck her tongue out and closed her eyes. Gene inched forward and pressed the head into her opening, still bigger around than her mouth at it's widest.

She flinched as the blunt ram butted up against her mouth hole, realizing just how huge it was, and tried to back out, but she found herself pinned, her calves stuck back under the desk. She started to panic, but Gene had her now and applied steadily increasing pressure against her lips, bending and bowing her jawbone into a wider circle. He had her lower body jammed against the desk with his legs and his fat, hard beer-belly smothered her bent arms back onto her face, keeping her palms gripped around his shaft.

She cried out in anguish as the painful, unrelenting pressure pushed the back of her head against Lisa's taut, shiny buns; flattening the soft vaginal ridges out on her skull. She couldn't open up any wider and was in agonizing pain, but he just kept pushing and pushing, mumbling soothing words that she couldn't hear. "Goddam it Linda, I'm gonna split this little girl in two, if I don't get some help over here.". Leaving Lisa, Linda opened the small refrigerator they kept in the office, bent in and pulled out a quart jar of mayonaisse.

Running over to him, she twisted the lid off, scooped out a mound of the cold, white, oily glop and thrust her hand in between him and Diane. Working and massaging the merangue, she slicked him down, also rubbing a heavy load into Diane's taut lips. "Ok Gene, come on. Push! Split those lips. Feed it to her!". Feeling the lubrication kick in, Gene bore down with all his weight. Diane's hands slipped back and forth on the cushion of foam as he jerked his hips slightly, making him even bigger, and he watched himself disappear slowly, deliciously into the young redhead's grossly distended mouth.

Linda picked up the remnants of Lisa's red pantyhose and carried them, along with the jar, back to the other end of the desk.

Gripping Lisa's weakened right forearm, she brought the wrist up and across; knotting it tightly to her left knee. Repeating the process on the left arm and right knee with the remaining panty leg, she got her into a nice cradle. Gene's shoulders pressured her ankles to hold her knees bent just enough to keep her limbs stretched to the limit, exposing the shiny red lumps of nipple in her armpits.

Feeling herself become increasingly immobile, being folded up little by little, Lisa began to blubber as they increased their control. There was little she could do now except thrash her head and Linda soon put a stop to that too. Her head was hanging down over the edge of the desk and she watched upside-down, through a sheet of tears as Linda began stroking her flaccid tool again until it became semi-hard. "Mmmmm, lemme get some of that grease.