Heather Brown - Mom_s boy hunger

"Is that a threat or a promise, Horace?" I trillingly put him down by referring to him by his hated real name.

"Don't call me that!" he bellowed.

"Just shut up and fuck me," I threw verbal cold water in his face. "Your cock in my ass is what I'm interested in, not your silly name."

In my final glimpse of him before I returned to my daughter's succulent honey pot, Buzz's jaw had clamped down in such fierce determination that his mouth was nothing more than a thin line. He was livid with rage. I guessed he really would attempt to split me in two with his ripping cock.

So now only little Trudy was left out of the fray. God, what must have been going through the girl's mind as she watched her mother, her best friend, her best friend's mother, and Sally's and her dates wildly fucking and sucking on the overtaxed bed? Which way should she jump?

I could hear her footsteps drawing away, as she went toward the door. She must have turned the knob, because the lock clicked.

But the door did not open.

"No, no, she muttered, "I can't let them do this to me. If Sally's going to be on that bed, her best friend's gonna be there, too."

The lock clicked back into the jamb, and Trudy's footsteps retraced their path. Then she was at the bed, hoisting her naked body to join the rest of us.

She laid herself between the two points of action, bridging the gap with a human link, Her mouth dropped to the union of Buzz's cock and my asshole, while her cunt spread across her mother's face.

Now we were a chain. All five of us were getting and giving something. It was an orgy.

An orgy that didn't have long to go before it was punctuated by male eruptions. I could feel Buzz s tool expanding that tell-tale extra inch within my shit-pit that signaled ejaculation, and I guessed the same harbinger was occurring at the depths of Diane's pussy.

The two boys gasped as though they'd been punched in the stomach. Then the juice tore loose from theft loins and they were flooding Diane and me. I could feel the onslaught of male goo in my rectum, and glancing to my right I could see my friend's vulva abruptly swelling from its liquid burden.

However, the cream greasing the links of our chain was not entirely masculine. Not by a long-shot.

Sally's twat had started to explode in my face. All the residue of her previous lovemaking was washed away by a searing outpouring of fresh pussy juice. The taste of her girlish goo cut through my senses like a blade of a knife.

Then there was Diane. On a hunch, I strained my eyeballs over to the corners of their sockets just in time to see her twat emitting an amber discharge that preceded the excess sperm which ultimately poured out. She had made her pussy as wet with her own secretion as the boy fucking her had been able to do with his semen.

And then there was Trudy. I couldn't see what was happening, but I could hear it. She had her mother gurgling with the heavy gush of her snatch. Diane must have had to swallow at least a pint of her daughter's pussy juice to keep from drowning.

By the time it was finished, we were all friends as well as lovers. The incredible power of raw sex had erased all our differences. The generation gap had been bridged by the ageless university of cocks and cunts.

Today, a daisy-chain of mothers, daughters, and boyfriends. Tomorrow, who knew what?

It turned out that Sally and Trudy had more friends than Diane and I had ever dreamed of. Apparently they were majoring in sex at high school.

All of them weren't boys, either. It seemed our girls were just as fascinated by bisexuality as Diane and I. Not only did our two daughters simulate the love theft mothers felt for each other with frequent bouts of lesbian lovemaking, they had other girls in their crowd who were similarly aware of the pleasure that can be derived of all-female sex.

I'm telling you about this aspect of this situation because of a particular incident that developed which stands out in my memory above all the others.

How does an all-girl orgy sound to you? Well, it happened.

But that's still not the extent of it. Oh, no

There were teachers involved.

You know the cliche about girls' physical education teachers? That they're all dykes?

Well, Miss Parker and Miss Franklin more than filled that bill. They came on stronger than a couple of horny truck drivers.

Sally and Trudy were keeping this little secret from us, but when Diane and I kept demanding action that was further and further out they finally gave in. "But you'll have to go along with some pretty strange stuff," we were warned. "Miss Parker and Miss Franklin like to do things their way."

"How so?" I asked excitedly.

"Oh, a little humiliation here, a little degradation there," Sally chuckled. "They won't touch you until they've tied you up."

"You're kidding," Diane said.

"Oh, yeah?" Trudy cocked an eyebrow. "Just ask Marcia Smith."

"What about her?" Diane and I wanted to know simultaneously.

"She was absent for a week recovering from the beating those two dykes gave her," Trudy gleefully informed us. "She had to tell her parents she fell down some stairs. I'm telling you, you have to know how to handle those two monsters or they'll ruin you."

"And just how does one handle them?" I inquired.

"Do everything they say," Diane and I were told.

Needless to say, we could hardly wait. An introduction was arranged for a Thursday after school. We were supposed to meet with the two P.E. teachers in the gym, supposedly to discuss our daughters trying out for the volleyball team.

"Will anybody else be there?" I asked.

"Just all the girls who hang around the gym every afternoon craving some action," Trudy said. "Parker and Franklin have half the chicks in school dangling on their string. They may be mean, but they always come across. Besides; it's a good way to get a good grade in gym. There are a lot of A's given out in that class."

By the time Thursday afternoon arrived, Diane and I were tingling with excitement. We were expecting the something different that makes a middle-class housewife's life worth enduring. On the way over there we were as atwitter as a couple of schoolgirls.

Sally and Trudy hadn't been kidding about the students hanging around the gym. When they saw Diane and me walk right into the office, several of them started giggling. I wondered if we would be seeing any of them a little later on.

A massive woman with short blonde hair and shirt sleeves tautly rolled around her biceps was sitting at a desk. "Cooper and Lawrence?" she looked up and greeted us by our last names, as though she were an Army recruiter.

We nodded.

"I'm Parker," she nodded. "Franklin is waiting for us in the exercise room. C'mon, follow me."

She got up. As immense as she'd seemed sitting down, she seemed even more formidable standing up. Except for a few suppressed secondary female sexual characteristics, she could have easily been a candidate for the next Olympics.

Parker led us down a hall to a room at the end of it. When she opened the door we saw a whole variety of exercise contraptions. Right in the middle of it was a short brunette, who was a lean and wiry as Parker was enormous.

"Cooper and Lawrence?" the small woman asked.

Parker nodded.

"I'm Franklin," she introduced herself. "Your daughters have told us a lot about you two."

"All good, I hope," Diane chattered nervously.

It was just intended as a perfunctory remark, however to our surprise, both Parker and Franklin glared at us.

"Is-is the-there something wrong?" Diane suddenly became nervous.

Parker and Franklin nodded to each other. They communicated with their eyes better than most people do with words.

"As a matter of fact," Franklin said grimly, "Trudy and Sally indicated that you two have been bad."