Chapter 21

Everyone stood back in a circle around her and watched as Gene kept working on her. “Well! Come on little girl. Keep it going. You’re gonna help yourself get off now.” He untied her wrists and jumped back as her orgasming arms whipped into the air. Moving in again, he grabbed the flailing wrists and forced her arms around to her front.

Straining them inward, he filled her clutching fingers with painfully sensitive boob flesh. Having something to lock onto, her hands squeezed herself spastically, further stimulating the big set of nipples. At the same time Gene cupped her armpits and rhythmically rubbed her secondary paps, which began milking out their warm nectar in spurts onto her ribs.

Straining the knotted hair holding her to the chair pole, Lisa’s head began bobbing mechanically forward and back, building steadily in force. Her toes still curled and twitched on the ends of her locked legs and she began emitting little squealing noises as a series of orgasms rocked her. Gene released his hold and stood back with the rest of us.

Silently, we watched the little girl, locked into the chair, slicked down with cum, fitfully grab and clutch her huge breasts and nipples. We stared at her for thirty seconds; forty seconds; a full minute! She began squealing like a pig and the heavy steel chair rocked on its legs as her head thrashed with increasing violence; building ... building ... building...

“CRRRRRIIIICCCCCH...,” her final spasm ripped her out of the chair, leaving the knot and two good-sized handfuls of her hair hanging on the post. Sprawling onto the floor, Lisa rested on hands and knees; hanging, bulging breasts dripping gooey white masses from their receding nipples. Gasping and panting to recover her senses, she gagged out globs of her own foam mixed with Linda’s stale male scum in digust, while wiping the cold sticky stuff off of her glasses so she could see again.