Chapter 16

“Goddam! This girl’s got a big set of knockers, Linda. So big and soft. Look at em jiggle. And these cow-nipples gonna squirt a gallon of milk! Come on little Lisa. Stop fightin’. Don’t you wanna get to know uncle Gene better?”, he slobbered at her struggling head through the confining sweater. “Come on and get yourself over here Linda and get a piece of this. You hear that, girl? Me and Linda are gonna double your pleasure.”

He bumped himself from behind into her back end, rubbing up and down against her soft flesh, raising the miniskirt on every stroke until Lisa’s jiggling white buttocks shown through the red pantyhose. “God. They are as big as bowling balls,” I thought as I stared at Gene dry humping her from the rear.

I could see the elastic waistband biting deeply into the thick love pouches on her sides, baby fat quivering like little saddlebags of jello. And she didn’t have on any panties under there either. “Is this girl crazy?”, I thought, “What does she expect, dressing like that? Whew!”

Her thick nipples were fully erect now. I had never seen anything like them on a woman before, even Daphne. As big around as a roll of nickels, they stuck out almost an inch from her puckered, pancake aureolas; the dark-brown posts drooping down slightly from their weight.

Covered with light-brown goosebumps and crinkly crevices, they looked like they were made for an adult mouth to suck rather than a baby’s; they were that big. Swirling cracks deepened on their front ends and little gasps burst from Lisa’s lips as Gene squeezed and rolled the hard, yet yielding, posts between his fingers. His fleshy face flushed in heat as he worked on the young woman, swallowing her up in his lumbering embrace.

Linda, glazing over into that dull stare, grabbed a hank of Margaret’s short neck hair and pinched it back, squirting tears of tears of pain from her eyes. “Now you just stay here and watch. I’m gonna show you how to treat your employees right. That sweet piece of meat is gonna beg me before I’m done with her.”

Planting one her big boots, she spread Margaret’s legs roughly until they were as wide as the desk. She grabbed the green skirt off the floor and violently ripped it into two long strips with which she bound each of Margaret’s ankles to one of the steel desk legs. Arms tied in back by the blouse and head restrained by the panty leg around her neck, Margaret stared helplessly as Linda left her and advanced on Lisa.

Knowing what Linda had done to Daphne earlier, I pitied poor Lisa. She was in real trouble now, but I was too far into this to help her now. At this point I actually wished I were Gene, as I watched him roughly try to milk her big tits. Her head and arms were just beginning to fight their way out of the tangling sweater as Linda reached her.

“Here, let me help you”, she said. Grabbing and ripping, she shredded the cloth off completely. Regaining her sight, Lisa recoiled in horror at the sight of Linda in front of her. “L ... linda? Not you too! Please, leave me alone! Make him stop, please.” But this kind of pitiful begging only spurred her on.