Chapter 19

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 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.