Chapter 17

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.