Chapter 22

Gene began swelling and stiffening in the hot little hand, forcing her to use both hands to grip him now and softly encouraged her, “That’s it, little darlin’. Don’t be afraid of it. You just open wide, like at the dentist and uncle Gene will give you a lollipop to suck.”

Diane’s cute, freckled face stared in awe at the thick tube of flesh in her hands. Mesmerized, she obediently opened her jaws as far as she could, stuck her tongue out and closed her eyes. Gene inched forward and pressed the head into her opening, still bigger around than her mouth at it’s widest.

She flinched as the blunt ram butted up against her mouth hole, realizing just how huge it was, and tried to back out, but she found herself pinned, her calves stuck back under the desk. She started to panic, but Gene had her now and applied steadily increasing pressure against her lips, bending and bowing her jawbone into a wider circle. He had her lower body jammed against the desk with his legs and his fat, hard beer-belly smothered her bent arms back onto her face, keeping her palms gripped around his shaft.

She cried out in anguish as the painful, unrelenting pressure pushed the back of her head against Lisa’s taut, shiny buns; flattening the soft vaginal ridges out on her skull. She couldn’t open up any wider and was in agonizing pain, but he just kept pushing and pushing, mumbling soothing words that she couldn’t hear. “Goddam it Linda, I’m gonna split this little girl in two, if I don’t get some help over here.” Leaving Lisa, Linda opened the small refrigerator they kept in the office, bent in and pulled out a quart jar of mayonaisse.

Running over to him, she twisted the lid off, scooped out a mound of the cold, white, oily glop and thrust her hand in between him and Diane. Working and massaging the merangue, she slicked him down, also rubbing a heavy load into Diane’s taut lips. “Ok Gene, come on. Push! Split those lips. Feed it to her!”