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Computer Consultant

It began one day at a little place I used to work at, just after I had gotten into the computer consulting business. It was a small shop with about ten people that did typical office work, mostly typing. A woman named Margaret managed it for a guy who let her run things pretty much however she wanted as long as she kept costs to a minimum. That meant hiring mostly young girls, whom she could pay peanuts, to crank out the paperwork along with a couple of men to do the real work – like operating and maintaining the computers.

I had increased the efficiency of the place tenfold by installing a microcomputer network to handle their wordprocessing chores. I set 'em up with a 386 clone and a 100 meg hard disk as the server running the ever-popular N network with about half a dozen XTs as stations. Margaret was both thrilled and thankful for my effort.

After the installation of the hard and soft wares I was called back only for repairs, program updating and new employee training.

The girls were very computer illiterate, as most women are, and I really had my hands full training them. I could almost hear their disk heads grinding against the platters every time one of them began randomly pushing keys in panic.

Still, due to my expertise, Margaret had a nice, tight little operation going. Two girls, Lisa and Linda, labored full-time and her two daughters, Diane and Daphne, worked part-time. There was also one full-time male computer operator, Jeff. And that was it.

I went on consulting status and Margaret was able to save money by using me only when she needed support, which was on a fairly spotty basis, but pretty often. I still don't know whether to thank God or Satan that she needed me that day. Maybe I should thank them both.

Here is a brief description of the employees.

LISA – Nineteen years old, just out of high school and with no intention of going any further, she was the stuff of men's dreams.

She stood 5'4" and weighed in at around 120 pounds; a little on the fleshy side, but in all the right places. Her hair was brown and wavy and fell to the middle of her back which arched down to one of those butts a man would give anything to squeeze; a long, deep crack between round, bulging white globes that stuck way out and jiggled slightly when she walked. A pouty little mouth was planted in the middle of her rosy, apple-cheeked face. Her plump lips were painted a deep, wet shade of red and she wore rose-tinted glasses over deep-brown doe eyes. Topping this off was a pair of 48EEE tits with nipples that were, unbelievably, half an inch across and poked out about the same length from her tight sweaters when they were hard. A generous layer of baby fat still cushioned her low-slung hips. Jutting out from a nicely padded middle, they flanked a soft, round, slightly-raised little belly. In other words a sweet, young, juicy, wet-dream put on this earth for only one reason – Man's pleasure.

DAPHNE – The manager's older daughter. Also nineteen, she was more like the girl next door, but with some important differences.

She stood maybe an inch or two taller than Lisa and was skinnier, almost thin. Her short, curly brown hair framed one of those cute little cheerleader-type faces in the middle of which was planted a set of full, wide lips. All of her weight seemed to have gone straight to her tits and ass because they sure jutted out nicely in both directions from that thin frame; bottom heavy and top heavy at the same time, if you know what I mean. Her tits were the kind that are full and heavy on the bottom and sort of slope down from the top; real hangers. She always wore these hanging blouses with no bra and her sloping tits made them hang way out in front of her. I could see right through to her big, spongy nipples. Her ass was the real treasure, though. I had seen this kind on only one or two other girls in many years of watching and

I doubt that many of you will know what I'm talking about when I describe it because it is so rare. It starts lower down on the back than on most women and builds downward and out toward the rear into huge, meaty cheeks that seem to blend right into the legs and end just above the knee. It was as if her upper legs were one huge pair of ass sponges. (You see, I said you wouldn't know what I was talking about, but I hope you can picture it now).

If Lisa was a wet dream, Daphne was a deliciously gross fantasy.

She seemed kind of innocent, but I sensed something else lying underneath all of that.

LINDA – Linda was the one girl who didn't seem to fit in with the others at this place. First, she looked quite a bit older than the other girls although she was actually only twenty. And second, she was built differently. She was the tallest one in the place at 5'9" or 5'10"; an inch or two taller than me and she was big; maybe 180 or 190 pounds. She was definitely approaching fat, but I would describe her more as chunky and fully packed. Big, bulging legs anchored a rotund upper body from which hung two beefy arms. Her rump cheeks were wide and fat and rode high up on her hips. For a big girl her tits weren't anything to speak of, actually just a pretty nice medium set. She had some acne on a round face from which hung straight, short, very blond hair. Her clothes were different too. While all the other girls in the office usually wore some sort of blouse and skirt, Linda was always in tight jeans and t-shirts. But the thing that really got me was the look on her face. Not when she was with the other girls, who she seemed to get along with, but when she was alone.

I'll never forget that blank, almost obscene stare.

MARGARET – The manager. She was about 38 years old with fiery orange-red hair like her daughter Diane. Although I could see she was starting to go downhill, she was still in pretty good shape for her age. She must have worked out some because there wasn't an ounce of fat on her angular torso and her pretty face was still tight and smooth. But all that excersize had pulled everything in hard and tight. There were no soft woman parts hanging out.

Small ass, small chest, hard mouth. It just wasn't for me. I prefer the young, fleshy bulging stuff I saw on the other girls.

But I liked Margaret and had many good talks with her. She seemed like your typical middle-aged housewife; a little on the naive side, but nice.

JEFF – The only full-time male employee, Jeff was about the same age as the others. He was on the skinny side, about medium height and already going slightly bald at his young age. He seemed not to take the slightest interest in any of the girls, except maybe

Margaret's eighteen year old daughter Diane, being more into his work than anything else. He seemed to me like any ordinary american teenager approaching manhood and I got along well with him.

DIANE – Diane was the manager's younger daughter who I had seen

Jeff gazing at and I didn't blame him. She was something to stare at. Bright red hair like her mother's swirled down around her freckled face. It wasn't dyed red either and it was exciting to think that all her other hair was the same color. Hotpants-pink lipstick coated her protruding young lips. She had just turned eighteen and was barely into womanhood, but one could see that she was developing fast. She had the same height as Daphne, but wasn't quite as big up front. Her budding little tits were like creamy cupcakes with ripe cherries stuck on top. The saliva pumped into my mouth at thought of licking them and also feeling her little butt, which was still forming. It hadn't quite plumped out yet, but the parts by the crack were sticking way out. It made me want to cup one mound in each hand, my fingers meeting in that deep slot, and squeeze. She was a little tease, too young and innocent to know what she was doing to me (and Jeff).

THE BOSS – I had never met the guy who owned the place, Gene was his name, but I heard he was in his early forties and sometimes paid a visit to his offices. I looked forward to meeting him someday.

ME – I'll be your narrator for what happened on that incredible day; your eyes, ears, hands and any other thing you can imagine.

Call me… Roy. Although I'm no great writer, I hope I can describe it well enough to allow you to become part of the action.

For that to work you are going to have to believe and imagine that you were there. It won't work if you just read the words. I want you to take my place that day and imagine some women you know (or would like to know) being there too, taking the place of Lisa,

Daphne and Diane. Although it happened years ago, it still burns in my memory and, if your imagination can put you and your women into the action, I believe it will burn in yours too.

That day started out like any other. Margaret had called me in to fix some equipment that the girls had wrecked for the umpteenth time. I was getting kind of bored with the routine, but I was more than glad to go in and get another drooling look at those girls. I couldn't believe that hot young stuff like this really existed, let alone that I was close enough to touch them. But they did exist. And although I hadn't done anything, I didn't know how long I could hold out before I tried something for real.

As soon as I walked in the door I knew this wasn't going to end up like any ordinary day. First, Margaret tells me that the boss is coming in for his first visit to our office and then I see Lisa standing in the main room with her back to me talking with Daphne.

It was winter but all she wore was a micro mini-skirt that barely covered the bottom of her butt. Her tight thighs strained at the sheer material of the red pantyhose that covered her legs as she turned to say hello to me. I almost dropped my toolbox when I saw her from the front. She had on a tight red sweater that was bulging full of her heavy tits like I had never seen them before.

They jiggled slightly just from her turning and her nipples were so hard and big that I could see the little bumps standing out on them, even through the heavy material of the sweater.

As she turned around again to resume her talk I started walking toward them to go into the computer room, my penis stiffening as I walked. I had to kind of squeeze behind Lisa to get by. I looked down and her butt mounds were bulging out so far that I couldn't even see the floor. The sight was too much for me and as I went by, without caring if I got caught, I pushed my free hand up under the mini-skirt and squeezed one buttock, even forcing my thumb a little way into the crack. The tights gave way as her ripe butt flesh squished between my fingers and the place where my thumb pushed the nylon into her crack felt hot and slippery. I gave her cheek one more squeeze and moved on quickly, sweating a little at what I had just gotten away with. How could anything so wrong feel so right!

Lisa must have sensed that I was right behind her because, luckily for me, she didn't even move when I felt her. She could have screamed or jumped or turned me in to the others, but she just went on talking to Daphne like nothing had happened.

Needless to say, I was very relieved. "The little bitch probably thought she was doing an old man a big favor by giving me that feel", I thought. But it was sure worth the risk and I was hard as a rock as I went into the other room. I sure didn't feel like working on some machine, but what else could I do. Besides, I wanted to stick around as long as possible and maybe get another grab later on.

I was still carrying Lisa's ass grease on my thumb as I entered the other room, my body heat keeping it just as warm and oily as when it was inside her. I began to picture her walking by me, those full, jiggling cheeks slipping and sliding against each other, lubricated by the stuff in the crack and I could barely stand it. I bent my nose down to my thumb and sniffed. To my surprise it didn't smell bad at all; kind of musky and perfumed.

If we were alone, I would have gone back out and butt fucked her on the spot, but I couldn't with all those people around, so I did the only thing I could think of to cool down until I could make my move. Licking the oil from my thumb, I went to work.

Besides the usual full-timers, Diane, Daphne and myself also happened to be working that day. Linda was wearing her usual heavy denim jeans with t-shirt and was doing some reports in the back. Jeff sat at his usual station at the desk in the equipment room. Daphne had come dressed in jeans also; the soft, faded blue-denim material grossly stretched out in the rear by her bulging behind. And she had on that loose blouse again, hanging way out over her melons. Her nipple stalks were long and stiff due to the cold; so hard that she seemed to be in a little pain as

I watched her talk to Lisa. The sight made my mouth drool a little as I walked by.

Diane stood in the report room next to Linda. She had on one of those clinging, tight one-piece sweater-dress affairs that young stuff like her shouldn't wear. The way it molded itself around her showed off all of her young sex parts as if she were naked.

Her apple tits grew straight out from her ribcage, the little nipples riding high up on them and her tight buns with the jutting half-moons were snugly molded by the soft, fuzzy cotton cloth. It had even tightened its way in between her legs in front so that I could clearly see the raised ridges of her rounded little pube sausages. I imagined that peach-sized twat softly filling my hand; my middle finger sliding into her slot like a hotdog in a bun. "Margaret shouldn't let her dress like this in public", I thought, but I wasn't about to complain.

As I began going through the motions with the repair, I spotted

Daphne entering the equipment room. I was sitting on the floor, pretty well hidden behind an equipment rack by the small table and

I gazed hungrily at her as she walked by; her ass cheeks jiggling violently under the thin denim of her jeans. Jeff didn't even look at her, but I sure did as she grabbed her big rumps to adjust the panties which had ridden up deep into her crack. Her hands nearly disappeared as they sunk into her soft, buttery butt flesh.

She rubbed and pulled the panties through the jeans until she had them properly stretched back over her basketballs and then wriggled over to the table.

I had long since given up working and I gaped up with my mouth wide open as she stood right over me at the table. Bending at the waist, appearing to read some paper, she gave me a wide open view of her bare tits through the bottom of the open, hanging blouse.

She must not have even know I was there because, after looking around to be sure no one else was in there, she slid her hands up under her blouse and hefted one of her big melons in each hand.

Squeezing and rubbing, the white breast flesh bulging out between her fingers, Daphne's mouth opened and she let out a low gutteral grunt. "I knew there was something different about this girl", I thought as my left hand began to stroke my thickening dick through my pants. As I gazed up, stroking a little faster now, Daphne moved her index fingers up and began rubbing her plump nipple sacks until they began to pucker and wrinkle. Another series of soft moans were forced from her lips as her nipples began stiffening outward by themselves like little cock shafts.

I picked up the pace of my jacking, not caring if she heard me or not at that point, when I saw her begin to rub and pinch those light-brown puckered nipples. Grunting and groaning freely now, but only loud enough for me to hear, Daphne began to quiver and shake slightly. I didn't think it was possible, but it looked like she was going to come just from fondling her tits and nipples! I felt my balls start to tighten and a trickle of pre-cum stain my shorts in anticipation as I watched Daphne continue to self-pleasure her tits.

We were both working furiously now. With thumb and forefinger

Daphne was jerking off her nipples like they were a pair of stiff little dicks. Her breasts had swelled to almost double their normal size and began flushing to a dull purple color. They stretched the tit sacks so tight there was no jiggle in them anymore and they had grown four or five inches in length too.

They looked like the ends of monstrous, erect purple salamis sticking out of her chest. Daphne had cupped as much as she could of those tight tubes with the remaining fingers of each hand and started jacking off her own tits! She worked the skin back and forth in a hard, fast rhythm in time with the thumb-stroking of her nipple shafts; the swollen, purple breast meat sliding inside the tight, transluscent outer skin.

Although she was pumping at lightening speed now, I could see that her hands were working in unison, both sliding in and out at the same time over her jugs and nipples. Her back was forced into an arch and with each stroke her whole upper body and neck jerked forward not three feet away from my awestruck face. I looked up into her mouth which was held stretched open in a silent scream as she jerked off her tits.

Her nostrils flared out and her face flushed a dull, blood red.

She had gotten some lubrication from a liquid that began seeping out of her nipple holes and her hands became a slippery, sliding blur as Daphne's tit climax overtook her. Even as her her body became paralyzed in orgasm her hands continued to work. As I stared in shock, her nipples came and began spurting their tit cream out in gushes, each stroke of her hands squeezing out a long, steady stream of milky cum-juice from each tit. At that moment I also exploded, filling my pants with more cum than I had every shot before, but it was no match for the waterfall flowing from Daphne's pumping boobs.

As if they had a life of their own, they continued to pump out streams of tit-jism, gradually emptying their swollen sacs, while

Daphne stood frozen like a statue in the grip of her orgasm.

The only other movement came from her throat which was spasming up and down trying to force air into her lungs, but even her breathing had ceased. Her bulging, staring eyes and grossly distorted, open mouth showed me the terror inside of her; knowing she was running out of oxygen, out of life itself and yet also knowing she was powerless to voluntarily move a muscle.

Her horror increased as she watched her hands continue on their own to squeeze out more and more; her tits beginning to wobble again after emptying out some of the pressure. They must have pumped it out for 30 or 40 seconds! Her fingers were so completely covered with the slime that each stroke filled the room with slippery, squelching, slurping noises. Most of the stuff landed on the tabletop, but much of it streamed down onto my face and clothes. I opened my mouth and tongue to it, drinking in the sweet white syrup even as my prick was pouring out its own juice into my lap.

As she began to come down I thought to myself, "No one has ever seen what you just have and nobody is ever likely to see it again.

And who would believe it, if I told them!". Choking, gurgling noises woke me out of my stupor as I looked up at Daphne. Gentle spasms racked her body from head to toe, like she was shivering in the cold, as the last of the cream oozed from her nipples. 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. Daphne's lips, which had been kept painfully stretched open while Linda was pushing the socks in, collapsed around it after the whole thing had been forced in.

The bulge immediately began soaking up her saliva and swelled up, completely filling Daphne's mouth and throat; allowing only the tiniest opening in back to breathe. She could just get enough air in through her nose to keep herself alive if she concentrated on that; nevermind trying to spit out the ugly plug. Her mouth was stuffed good and solid. A couple of times, when her concentration slipped, I could hear her hacking up phelgm as the moist wool tickled her throat and the gag reflex took over. I'm sure she was trying to scream, but only soft animal grunts got past the wet ball. Her lips couldn't completely close over it, it was so swollen in her mouth by now.

"Jesus Christ!", I thought, "Linda must have come prepared for this. There's no other reason for carrying such a thing in her pocket. She must have done this before!".

Linda pulled her inside using the tit for a handle. Daphne stopped dead in her tracks as her boob stretched tight in the two-fisted grip. She had no other choice than to follow along or have it yanked right out of the socket! I wanted to help her, but

I sensed that this was a ritual that had been performed before and that I should mind my own business. Besides, I was still pretty worked up from before and this show was making me hard again despite the brutality. In spite of my conscience I found my hand pulling a little faster now at the sight of Daphne's mouth bulging with that gag.

She tried to fight back, but it was no use. Besides having to use most of her effort just to keep breathing, Daphne was no match for

Linda's bulk. Releasing one hand, Linda used the tit for leverage as she moved in from behind, twisting her victim around and forcing her to bend over the table by planting a foot in the back of Daphne's knees. Jeff and I could now look up into Daphne's tear-streaked face. She was sobbing openly; whimpering and trembling from the pain and humiliation that Linda was putting on her. I felt sorry for her, but I was excited at the same time. I unzipped my pants and released my stiffness into to my pumping fist as Jeff and I watched Linda take complete control.

Her big belly pressed against those luscious butt cheeks pinning

Daphne's waist against the table, chunky legs spread wide around

Daphne's, clamping them together tightly at the knee. There was no movement possible from the waist down. I could see that

Linda's tongue had flopped out between her lips and some saliva had started dribbling down her chin. Her dull eyes were fixed with that obscene stare as she went to work up top. Lifting the blouse up to the neck with one hand, she grabbed both of Daphne's wrists in the other meaty paw and forced her arms up in back, bending them at the elbows so that the hands met together up near the neck. A look of sheer panic crossed Daphne's face as she realized her position, but Linda kept on with the precision of a surgeon. Working the loose ends of the blouse, she bunched and twisted them until she had one fairly long braid with which she tied the wrists together tightly in back.

I began pumping rapidly at the sight. Hidden only a few feet below I could see that Daphne was now completely secured, her own blouse-collar forming a tight halter around her neck; the other end stretching into a tight rope to cuff her wrists painfully in back of her neck. Trying to move her arms brought instant choking from the collar and any movement of the head, except to stretch it backwards, pulled painfully on arms already bent to the breaking point. My breathing started coming in gasps as I kept up a steady, rapid jacking with my fist, the other hand massaging my contracting balls. Linda had her tamed and didn't appear to be in any hurry. I couldn't wait to see what would happen next.

In her right fist Linda grabbed both of daphne's slim wrists at the point they were tied and wrapped her fingers up around the blouse-rope going to the neck. It was ingenious and evil at the same time. Just using the one hand to pull on the rope and wrists, Linda could force Daphne's upper body into any position she wanted by various combinations of neck chokes and shoulder pain. For now she kept her bent over about halfway down to the table; tits, still shiny wet from her earlier licking, hanging down heavily; dull white cloth swelling out of the O formed by her partially closed lips.

With her free left hand Linda began unbuttoning Daphne's jeans.

The whimpering stopped and a new look came over Daphne's face as she struggled to no avail against Linda's invading fingers. It was no use. The blouse harness was working perfectly and the other girl's big tree trunk legs had hers locked tightly below.

The tears started flowing again as Daphne realized the helplessness of her position.

Linda had deftly worked Daphne's fly open and, with one swipe of her huge hand, ripped the jeans down to her knees. Daphne's huge, pantied, jiggly behinds spilled out all over the place. They sprung back up hard, as the jean cloth released them, as if attached to springs at the back of her waist. They ballooned back down again, the bottom ends of the humps actually bulging below her knees on their way down, before springing back up again. They were like those slinky toys I used play with as a kid.

Boinga…Boinga…Boinga… They had gotten out of sync on the release, one fleshy mound on the way down bulging past the other one on the way up; one agitating the other into more violent jiggling each time they slid past each other. We all stared mezmerized as they bounced up and down, slowing down a little on each pass, until they finally rumbled to halt after a full ten seconds.

Daphne's pants must have been holding her buttocks in a little because they were larger than anything I had imagined when staring at them through the jean cloth. They WERE the size of basketballs at the bottom. They were encased in sheer, stretchy pink panties that were normal in front; snuggly stretched over her brown, well-padded twat; but the pouch in back was the size of a grocery bag! The upper half of the thick cylinders were plumped out with flesh that jiggled at the slighest touch all the way up the thick slope to her waist. There was no space between her upper legs; only one long ass crack that looked a little raw from the sliding friction when Linda had released them.

Linda now had those buttocks out in the air exposed to herself. A little life even came into her dull, half-exposed eyes for a moment as she looked down at them sagging and straining that huge, pink panty-sack to the breaking point. As I continued to pump myself, Linda sunk her hand into one butt cheek and began to work on it through the panties. Kneading and massaging, her strong fat fingers repeatedly clenched closed, squishing Daphne's panties and flesh out between them, and then released; butt jello jiggling back into place. Daphne's look had changed again. It wasn't anything near pleasure, but I could tell that Linda's fondling hand was forcing her to heat up in spite of herself.

Tightening her strain on Daphne's tether, Linda forced her to bend farther over the table. With her butt hand she grabbed the elastic band of one leg of the large panties and pulled it back about six inches, bringing it out and over the cheek. When she let go, it snapped back into Daphne like a firecracker going off; sending her rubbery ass wobbling up and down the length of her.

Despite her gag-stuffed mouth Daphne let out a loud muffled cry as the panties snapped back in the middle of her rump exposing the bottom of one cheek to the air. Linda repeated the process on the other side, this time pulling the panty-leg back a foot. Another, louder groan poured from Daphne's gag.

Both of Daphne's behinds were now exposed at the bottom, showing the whole bottom half of each white, fleshy mound; the rest of her bottom still tightly filling the underpants. Linda's hand found the now slack bottoms of the panty-bag where they had been pulled up. Twisting them like she had done to the blouse, she formed about a six inch length of thick, rope-like panty material.

Forcing it under the taut upper half of Daphne's underpants, Linda pushed it deep into the crack. The full six inches sunk in without even reaching Daphne's butthole, but Linda didn't care about that. She must have known from before that Daphne's ass crack was as sensitive as the hole itself and began driving the thick rod of pink material in and out with her hand. Somehow she knew how to twist it so it was as hard a man's cock because it went in and out of Daphne's ass slot with ease.

Holding it in her fist by the end attached to the rest of Daphne's panties, Linda stretched the end around until it looked like it was a cock growing out of her groin, her hand on the base. She began a slow grinding with her wide, chunky hips; matching the rhythm of the panty-cock as it slid in and out of Daphne, butt-fucking her ass-crack like a man would. All the while,