Chapter 8

She moved her cunt-hand back up to the restraining leash and jerked backward, pulling Daphne almost upright with her head angled backwards. She was have real trouble breathing now, what with her nostrils filled shut with my hardening cum and her mouth stuffed with the even bigger cum-expanded gag. The force of the pull brought a great gushing heave from the pit of her stomach and she blew out the gag. It plopped onto the tabletop with a icky ‘splat’.

With her mouth now free, I though Daphne would be screaming her head off, but all she did was continue to sob and gasp for air. I guess she was too embarrassed to let anyone else know anyway.

As I continued to look on, kneeling exhausted from my own climax, Linda took a grab on the blouse-leash with her teeth, holding Daphne’s head strained backwards. With one free hand she grabbed a paper cup off the desk and held it in back under the panty remnants tightly gripping Daphne’s legs. Slowly she pulled her still buried fist from Daphne’s crack, sliding out the butt-plug-dildo at the same time.

Jiggling ass cheeks unrolled the panty-cock and, as the tight upper panties loosened their grip, Daphne’s vaginal cum began to thickly seep out. Linda twisted and worked the creamy panties in one hand, catching the ooze in the cup. When she was finished, she had almost a complete cupful of Daphne’s cream.

Still holding the head back with the cord in her buck-teeth, Linda brought her free hand up to Daphne’s nose and pinched it off between thumb and forefinger. With the strong pinkie of the same hand she poked down into the chin, forcing the mouth open. Head and neck yanked back, throat and mouth forced open, Daphne offered no resistance as Linda poured her own jism into her from the large cup.

After each lump of cum-pudding had oozed in Linda would hook her pinkie under Daphne’s chin, forcing her jaws closed. Daphne had to swallow the gob before Linda allowed her lips open for another breath. Pouring in too fast for Daphne’s gagging swallows, some of it flowed out to smear her chin, swirling into a pearly mixture with my cum. I could see down into her mouth and thickly coated tongue as her throat spasmed and choked her own thick juice down into her awaiting stomach.

A sick green tinge appeared on Daphne’s face and series of shuddering spasms racked her tummy. It looked like she was about to throw up the whole thing! Linda also felt the signals. As she poured in the last ounce of goo, she dropped the cup, picked up the sopping mess of a gag off the table and, still pinching the nose off, mushed the big, cold, wet wad back in through Daphne’s struggling lips. Linda now let go with both hands and teeth and stood back watching in delight.