Chapter 7

My palms began working back and forth on the underside of her jugs. They were hard, but springy on the outside and they gave in a little to my gripping pressure. I stroked harder and the outer skin began to move back and forth with my hands, like the sliding foreskin on a man’s prick. But the inner, blood-tight tubes were distended hard.

As I moved the skin back and forth I could feel them growing in there, even longer and more erect. The juice from her nipples mixed into my fingers causing my palms to slip and slide. White foam began coating my hands as her inner tits pulsated like dicks about to come. Splacking sounds from my foamy hands now reeled my senses as I slid them faster and faster over Daphne’s turgid titties.

Linda was still pumping like a machine into her slippery behind, not letting up, maintaining a constant, driving fuck. Daphne’s body began stiffening. I knew it was beginning for her and my balls twitched in anticipation of her release, when I spied my still rock-hard penis straining into thin air.

My hands weren’t about to loose their grip on Daphne’s jerking boobs, but I had to put my cock in something. My eyes were darting around desperately for a way when they landed on her puffy, blushing cheeks and the sopping wad protuding from her round, semi-open lips.

Even with her body partially frozen in semi-orgasm she saw where my wild eyes were staring and what I was about to do to her. Could I actually do it? Her panic-stricken eyes and bound neck were shaking “No ... No ... Please God No!” After what I had seen that day and in my current state it took me about 2 seconds to decide. Her eyes lit up in agonizing, complete surrender as I moved up on her and pushed my thick member into her sopping, cloth-stuffed O just as Daphne’s climax paralyzed her completely.

Her accumulated saliva drooled out all over her glistening, stretched lips as I jerked my cock into her mouth as hard as I could. With Daphne’s head now frozen in her horror filled cum-stare, she was unable to move at all. I pushed three-quarters of my 6 inches in against the soft, sucking wad of cloth. It stretched her spit-covered lips wider apart on the way in.

Her inner organs were still working, though. My cock pushed the gag ahead of it, as I forced myself in, mashing the whole sticky ball against the back of her throat, an inch-wide plug filling her windpipe completely. Her body remained still, but a deep rumble emitted from her blocked throat. Sickening, puking sounds came out as her involuntary throat muscles tried to dry-heave the blocking wad out of there.

Oblivious to any of this, I began to fuck her mouth, the oozing cloth gag sucking and grabbing at my prick like moist cuntlips. Relief came for her only when I withdrew for the next stroke. She had only a split second to suck in a sip of air through her nose before the gag was again forced down into her throat by my next pumping thrust. Gut-wrenching dry-pukes heaved up from deep inside her belly as she fought to keep breathing. I didn’t care at that point. I could feel the hot semen gushing up my shaft like a geyser as I rammed her gag-stuffed mouth.