Heather Brown - Mom_s boy hunger

Each female orgasm serves to open the door for the following one, every climax superior to its predecessor. There's none of this aggravating stop-and-start business you get while making it with a guy. Unlike the finite male organ, the cunt is constructed to operate at full capacity indefinitely.

When one woman is making love to another, there's no worry about your partner losing her potency, as there is with a man. There is no dick to keep hard; a cunt is always wet and ready to go.

"Do you want to try something else, darling?" Diane lifted her mouth from between my legs and asked.

"What did you have in mind?" I coyly responded.

"How would you like to be fucked? Fucked by another woman?"

"I'd love it. But is it possible?"

"Anything is possible," she leered, and sprang to her feet.

She went, of all places, to the refrigerator. From there she extracted a long, thick piece of some kind of sausage.

"Chorizo," she said, dangling its foot-long expanse from between her thumb and index finger. "It's a Mexican delicacy. Exceptionally hot."

"Show me how it works," I giggled, as I flopped over on my back and spread my legs until my knee-caps were brushing against my ear lobes.

"Very, very simple," she smiled. "I just take one end like this-"

She shoved it between her labia and several inches up her twat.

"Then I flex my pussy muscles-"

Her slit became a vise. Reacting to the pressure, the free end of the Chorizo shot up into the air just like an erection.

"Then I crawl between your legs and fuck the shit out of you, my darling."

"Oh, God, I love it!" I cried; bracing myself for her descent.

Abruptly she was on top of me, covering me with her beautiful naked body like an umbrella. I did the honors of guiding the make-shift phallus, winding my fingers around its meaty girth and pulling it to the entrance of my spasming love-hole.

It was a toss-up whether Diane pushed it in or I pulled it in. But who cares? Just so long as she was fucking me.

I wrapped my legs around her, but in a special way. Rather than merely encircling Diane's waist, I raised my limbs until the calves were resting on her shoulders, and then locked my ankles around her neck. This position provided penetration that was unbelievable.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" I screamed.

And then, when Diane screamed it back, I realized that with our curious arrangement I was screwing her as much as she was screwing me. Only two women could bring something off as ingenious as this.

Deeper and deeper we plunged into one another's spasming pit. The Chorizo was like an electrical cable, transmitting the voltage of our orgasms back and forth between us.

Eventually our passion became too much for the Chorizo, The heat in our cunts made it start to dissolve. The skin ruptured and suddenly we were inundated with Mexican meat. It: was greasy and spicy-thoroughly wonderful,

The runaway sausage stuffing was like cum, flooding our interiors with its gruel. It was cooking within us, sending off the most fantastic vapors. This was fucking at its best.

We stopped only when there was, no more meat to be dissolved. There was nothing to connect us any longer because our cunts had chopped up every morsel. Sated with lesbian love at last, we kissed, arose and wiped each other off.

I had learned something about myself this morning that I would never forget. Betty Lawrence was capable of going both ways.

Such a revelation about myself would, have made me break out in a cold sweat before Diane had forced me to see the light. Now it made my heart sing.

The secret life I had chosen for myself had incorporated an entirely new and unexpected facet. Discovering bisexuality was like winning the Irish Sweepstakes.

Once we had cleaned ourselves off and recovered our wits, it was time for Diane and me to get back to the problem of locating our daughters. "The diary," my friend and lover reminded me. "Let's check out Trudy's diary."

We located it under a pile of bikini panties in the top dresser drawer. However, the diary wasn't all we found.

"Look at this," I said. "I've never seen magazines like these. Look at the pictures."

There were color photographs of people fucking and sucking on every page. The men's cocks were the biggest, and the women's pussies the juiciest. You could almost hear the models breathing hard as they socked it to one another.

"Where did Trudy get this stuff?" Diane shook her head in concern. "It's bad enough that this filth is available to adults."

"Come on," I said, pulling her away from the distraction of the magazines, "let's look at the diary."

There were no pictures in it, but it was almost as explicit as the magazines. Page after page was filled with Trudy's sexual exploits. And when she wrote about them, she spared nothing in the way of description.

For example: "Tom's cock was as hard as a rock as he stuffed it into my tight pussy. I started to come right away. This boy really knew how to fuck."

Diane grabbed the diary and slammed it closed. "I can't go on with this," she said. "It's too much for a mother to bear."

"But we have to," I pointed out. "It's the only way we can find any clue about who these boys are Trudy and Sally are with."

"That's easy for you to say," Diane retorted. "I wonder what your reaction would be if this were Sally's diary."

She had a point there. However, when I flipped the pages forward, this consideration became more than hypothetical.

Maybe it wasn't my daughter's diary-but in one of last month's entries, Trudy had written at length about some action in which Sally had participated on one of theft frequent double dates.

It pained me deeply, but I felt if I read the passage aloud the rift that had developed between Diane and me would be healed. Believe me, it wasn't easy.

"I've always known Sally had a beautiful pussy," Trudy had written. "But I wasn't prepared for the sight of it filled with ten inches of steel cock. As I watched them fuck, it just seemed like my brother's prick was made for my best friend's cunt. I had fucked Tom many times before, of course, but I'm sure I never did it with Sally's perfection. I just had to get down on my hands and knees and stick my nose down there so I could watch the action up close. It was fantastic! And when he came, I licked up the jizz as it dribbled from between her legs."

"Well," Diane sighed when I'd finished reading, "it looks like neither of us have anything to be smug about. We might as well press on. I suppose we're incapable of being surprised any further."

Page after page recounted the most vivid sexual experiences. Sally's activities were detailed in almost half of them. It seemed our two daughters really got around.

Then I reached the beginning of this week. "Here it is," I said excitedly. "Sally and I have a chance for a dynamite double date. Basketball players. The school grapevine says these two guys have the biggest cocks in the school. I checked with Tom, who knows them both, and he said it's true.

"What are their names?" Diane excitedly bellowed in my ear.

"Shhhh, you'll make me deaf. I'm trying to find out… Ahhhh, here it is." She read the names.

I felt my heart abruptly skip a beat. It felt as though I'd just been shot.

"Betty, what's wrong?" Diane wanted to know. "Who are they?"

I tried to speak, but my mouth was paralyzed. Growing impatient with my sudden immobilization, Diane snatched the diary away from me. "Larry Green," she read the name of Trudy's date.

He wasn't the one who had rendered me mute.. "Buzz Harper." He was. "Do you know these boys?" Diane asked.

"J-j-just one of them," I was able to manage a stammer.

"Which one?"

Instead of answering directly, I posed this question: "Diane, do you suppose there-there could be more than one boy on the high school basketball team nicknamed B-B-Buzz?"