Chapter 14

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.