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  Msg#: 9914                                         Date: 15 Dec 94  13:13
  From: an53629                                      Read: Yes    Replied: No
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  Subj: REPOST Computer Consultant 1/6 (mf, ff, nc)

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

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 Area: ALT.SEX.STORIES 
  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)

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

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 Area: ALT.SEX.STORIES 
  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)

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

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  Msg#: 9918                                         Date: 15 Dec 94  13:16
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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

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  Msg#: 9923                                         Date: 15 Dec 94  13:17
  From: an53629                                      Read: Yes    Replied: No
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  Subj: REPOST Computer Consultant 5/6(mf,ff,nc)

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

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     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.
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