Chapter 4

It covered her tits, which had come down to their normal size and color. Gooey, white masses of it hung and dripped from her fingers and nipples, which she still had hold of. She gave one last shudder and appeared to come out of her trance, staring at her chest as if not knowing what she had done.

Somewhat ashamedly, she began to clean herself off (the bathroom wasn’t in this room). Using her fingers, she scooped up the still warm, thickening cream off of her breasts in several loads, licking and sucking it into her mouth each time and swallowing it down. Her smacking lips made delicious squishing noises as she tried to swallow and clean the voluminous white goo off her tongue.

It had become thick enough that I could see her gagging a little as her throat muscles worked hard to move each lump of the stuff down. She finished the job off by lifting each breast up to her mouth, suckling her fat nipples and licking the jelly clean. She looked around, red-faced with embarrassment and, seeing that no one was around, began to go back out to work in the main office.

Watching Daphne lick and clean herself off, I felt my dick begin rising again out of the cold puddle of cum that had accumulated in my pants. I couldn’t believe I could get hard again that fast, but she was that hot of a show. I had begun lazily stroking my slimy pole again when, out of the corner of my eye, I spotted Linda’s large form moving into the room. Daphne must have spotted her too because she immediately let go of her boobs and tried to make a dash for the exit.

She had a frightened look on her face that I couldn’t quite figure out as she tried to fly past Linda. Even Jeff turned his head to look at this. He crawled down next to me behind the table and whispered “Don’t say anything and don’t try to stop her. Just watch and you’ll get the show of your life” After what I had just seen I couldn’t figure out what he meant, but I watched and waited in anticipation.

Daphne’s breasts were bouncing violently as she ran for the door, blouse flying up over her head. She had almost made it when Linda side-stepped neatly, grabbed one of Daphne’s melons in mid-air with both hands and used it to yank her back into the room. In the same motion the door was quietly flicked shut by an outstretched foot.

I wondered how she could get away with this with nobody in the other rooms hearing, when, in a flash, Linda whipped a wad of cloth about the size of a rolled up pair of gym socks out her pants pocket and stuffed it forcefully into Daphne’s wide open mouth, shutting off the scream that was forming there.

Daphne’s cheeks began to puff outward as Linda used her fingers to push in more and more of the wad. After the whole thing had been forced in, her lips, which had been kept painfully stretched open while Linda was pushing, collapsed around it.