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."
"Very, very bad," Parker chillingly interjected.
"Wha-what do-do you mean?" I stammered.
"Seems as though the roles have been reversed in your families," Franklin resumed the initiative. "Your girls tell us that they're more like the mothers, and you two are more like a couple of wayward daughters. The prescription seems to be a little discipline to bring you back into line."
It didn't take Diane and, me long to ascertain what she had in mind. Particularly when Franklin gestured to a device behind her that was originally intended to exercise one's arms, but for which she and her confederate had apparently developed a much more sinister use.
There were springs coming out of the wall, with straps attached to the ends of them. Down at the bottom were a couple of more harnesses for the ankles. Originally the apparatus had been intended to build up the arms, the idea being to lock the rest of the body into a stationary position while the subject made striking motions against the tension of the springs. However, with a few minor adjustments, the device could easily be employed as an instrument of torture.
"Which one of you would like to be disciplined first?" Parker asked, a smile flickering across her tough face for the first time.
Diane and I were speechless. Although we'd walked into this bizarre situation with our eyes wide open, the reality of it was far more numbing than the preceding speculation.
"You'll do," Franklin snapped and grabbed Diane. "This room reeks of your cheapness."
Franklin's grab caused Diane to involuntarily leap across the floor. Despite the gym teacher's short stature, she was obviously a powerhouse of strength.
She literally slammed Diane against the vertical plane of the arm exerciser. Grabbing her wrists, while Parker took ahold of Diane's ankles in an astonishingly cat-like movement for a body so huge, Franklin had her spread-eagled.
All four straps were quickly secured in place and Diane was hanging helplessly from the wall, as though she had been crucified. The expression on her face was utter terror.
I started to protest, but then bit my tongue. I'd suddenly remembered Sally's and Trudy's warning: "Do everything they say."
"Look at those clothes," Franklin said snidely to Parker. "Aren't they just precisely what your basic tramp is wearing these days?"
"I couldn't agree with you more," Parker cluckingly responded, "She looks so cheap."
"I wonder if she'd look any better without those slut clothes," Franklin smiled sardonically.
"Only one way to find out," was Parker's obviously stock reply.
"My conclusion, exactly," Franklin said, as she grabbed a fistful of Diane's blouse. Then, without batting an eyelash, she ripped it to shreds.
"No bra, I see," Parker remarked, as she stared witheringly at Diane's bobbing bare breasts.
"No shame," Franklin added. "I wonder if the little hustler is wearing any panties."
Without waiting for her compatriot's answer, she seized a hunk of Diane's skirt even more vigorously than she had snagged the blouse, and tore it away.
I knew that Diane usually wore panties, but they were added sexual paraphernalia, not to cover anything up. In fact, sometimes she wore the crotchless variety, her pussy surrounded by a swirl of gaudy lace. I wondered how the two gym teachers would react if they saw those.
They quickly did. That horny bitch, Diane, had worn her sexiest panties for the occasion. The lips of her pussy dangled through the nonexistent crotch.
"Will you look at this," Franklin said to Parker.
"Just who does the little slut think she is?" Parker answered, as though their routine were well-rehearsed.
"Let's find out," Franklin grinned with sinister conviction.
She knelt in front of Diane, thrusting her hand between my friend's splayed legs. All of a sudden Franklin's fingers were all over my friend's exposed cunt, squeezing and kneading the helpless organ.
Franklin broke out laughing.
"What's so funny?" her partner wanted to know.
"The little bitch has shaved her twat. I guess she just can't keep her hands off herself. Look!"
Franklin's hand clenched around one side of the panties and ripped them down the middle. Diane was abruptly stark naked, the puffy triangle of her pussy throbbing at the crux of her thighs.
"It's basically not a bad looking cunt," Parker said, "even without the hair. The pussy lips could be a little fuller, though."
"I think I can arrange that," Franklin smirked, grabbing a handful of labia. Then she twisted, eliciting a blood-curdling scream from my horribly abused friend.
When she let go, the lips of Diane's snatch were turgid from the cruel torture. The poor girl looked as though she had just sat on a hive of bees she was so swollen down there.
"She's looking better," Parker pronounced judgment. "What about her clit? Did you get that?"
"I was saving it," she was told by Franklin. "I wanted its pain to be special. Extra-special."
Now she parted the top folds of my friend's labia with her fingertips. A glimmering pink button popped out, no bigger than a pearl. I shudderingly realized that this was a delicate condition which would not last for long.
Franklin plucked the rosy nubbin as though it were the inner bud of some tropical flower. At first she was reasonably gentle, but only until she had a good grip. Then she wrenched the poor morsel of erogenous flesh in a severe 180 degree turn.
If Diane's previous cry had been blood-curdling, its successor practically raised the roof Her eyes were rolling. Sweat was popping out of every pore.
But Franklin did not let up on the pressure. Now the clitoral turn became a 360 degree one. Any more twisting and Diane's clit might be severed from her body.
Franklin stopped just short of disaster. When she let go of it, Diane's clit snapped back into place. However, by now it was at least three times its normal size and a dark hue of Purple.
"Must be awfully sensitive by now," Parker dryly observed.
Franklin laughed and ran her fingernail over the bloated lump at the top of Diane's cunt. There was another scream.
However, this time my friend's agony had a new and unexpected feature. Despite the fact that she was whipsawed by pain, her pussy suddenly glistened from something flowing from within. When Franklin scratched, her nail again there was yet another scream to be sure, but there was also such an outpouring-, of juice that it ran down Diane's thighs.
"It hurts good, doesn't it, sweetheart." Franklin picked up on this. "Hurts soooo gooood."
"Y-y-yes," Diane almost floored me with her acquiescence. "Hun me mare!"
Parker responded to this invitation like a fullback plunging through the line. Suddenly she was there, seizing my friend's tits and twisting the nipples. "Your tis are kind of small," she cackled. "I'll have to punish them extra hard to make them swell to something near the right size."
She abandoned her fingers and went to her teeth. Pushing Diane's breasts together, yes, Parker bit into both nipples at once. Diane howled-but I noticed that down below her pussy was absolutely gushing.
Franklin immediately took advantage of this. She was through with digital manipulation now, too, turning to her mouth. She began eating Diane's cunt-sinking her gnashing fangs into her vulva.
With dykes chewing her upstairs and downstairs, Diane stopped screaming. A series of low throaty moans ensued.
All of a sudden I no longer felt sorry for my friend. I was jealous.
Infinitely more so when the two gym teachers began removing their clothing. Within seconds they were naked, and I was gasping at their individualistic beauty.
Models neither of them were. But who needed such a narrow definition of beauty? Franklin and Parker, in their strikingly different ways, were all that a horny person could ask of a nude woman.
Parker: Enormous tits. But so solid that not an inch of them sagged. Nipples like fresh plums. Powerful muscles that were lissome at the same time. Power and grace. Legs that looked like they could scissor you and choke away your life if their owner had it in for you. But, which could wrap around your waist, and give you a ride to orgasmic heaven if Parker were so disposed.
And at the center of this magnificent body, a cunt that seemed to bristle with fierceness. The copper-colored hair seemed like wire.
No wonder Parker had become a lesbian. With a pussy like hers, she was probably afraid what she might do to most men's poor cocks.
And Franklin: Just the opposite of her partner, but just as breathtaking. Everything was in miniature. However nothing could be singled out as deficient because of the perfectly proportioned diminutive scale of her scrumptious body.
Therefore, even though her breasts were actually smaller than, say, Diane's, they seemed robust by comparison.
Her cunt was the most prominent attraction, though. What a beauty. The hair was so thick and glossy it looked like it belonged to a mink.
But despite the luxuriousness of the foliage, her pussy lips were strikingly in evidence. Pink and glossy, they were too turgid to be contained by a mere nest of pubic moss. They were in evidence just as strongly as any man's hard-on.
Parker and Franklin began to rub their bare bodies against the similarly exposed flesh of my entrapped neighbor. They were driving Diane crazy with stimulation.
But not as crazy as I was going with envy.
I'd read once where some Elvis Presley fan had stated that she had seen a March of Dimes poster of her idol kissing a child in a wheelchair and wished that she could trade places with the afflicted girl. This was a similar emotion to the one I now experienced as I watched my helpless friend getting chafed by Parker's and Franklin's naked bodies. If only, I thought, I could be in Diane's place and feel that magnificent naked flesh against my own bare skin.
I felt like a fool standing there with my clothes on. So left out.
Automatically my hands slid under my blouse and skirt and began stroking my two most erogenous zones. My pussy was wet, drenching the crotch of my panties, and my tits were heaving in my bra. I'd never been more ready for action in my life.
Without really realizing what I was doing, I stripped my outer items of apparel away. Clad only in my bra and panties I stood on the sidelines, feeling myself while I watched the others with a hungry look.
"It's not fair!" I suddenly blurted. "I'm just as much of a woman as Diane-I mean, Cooper."
Parker and Franklin looked around to investigate the cause of the dissent.
"Hmmmmm," Parker mused, "I've seen worse."
"Hurt me!" I begged. "Hurt me, too! I want to be degraded and humiliated!"
"I like her attitude," Franklin chuckled. "What do you say I strap her down on the exercise-board while you finish up with this bitch here?"
Parker agreed, and Franklin was coming toward me. She probably wasn't over five feet tall, but all of a sudden she seem to dwarf me. Though the power of her will over me she had convinced me that she could do anything she wanted to me, and I would beg for more no matter how sadistic.
I was hustled to a wooden slab, which was outfitted with straps for the feet. Apparently the user was supposed to perform sit-ups, with the legs held down.
However, I was positioned on the board in reverse, with my wrists where my ankles would normally be, abruptly my arms were bound above my head.
When I was imprisoned above the waist, Franklin went down to my other end. There she took my feet and began raising my legs, stretching my bones and muscles so I couldn't bend my knees.
My straightened legs reached a vertical apex at Franklin's hands, then began a descent toward my face. Parted at the last second, they straddled my head, as I was bent like a jack-knife. When I looked down, my cunt was gaping like a manhole.
Franklin's nose wrinkled, then her nostrils flared. "Mmmmmm, Parker," she called to her partner, "you should smell this."
She drew closer for a better whiff. As her nose approached my yawning slit, something told me to turn on the juice and really clear her sinuses.
The muscles of my pussy contracted like a vise, squeezing forth every drop of fetid dew at my command. I wanted my cunt to smell and resemble an overly-ripe melon that has been split and left out in the sun too long.
Franklin coughed and I knew I was on the right track. The essence of my femininity was catching her point-blank.
"Sixty-nine me!" I dared to make a suggestion. "I want it so bad!"
"Cheeky slut!" Franklin hissed, lashing out with a stinging slap. "How dare you tell me what to do. Is this how you behave when you're in trouble, Lawrence?"
"I'm incorrigible," I encouraged another slap. "I deserve to be punished."
Franklin laughed. "More than punished, dear. Degraded. Totally degraded!"
What did this mean? I couldn't wait to find out. "Sure, I'll sixty-nine you," Franklin said. "But in a way you won't forget."
"Anything-anything!" I babbled.
"I'm going to pee in your face. And you know what?"
I just looked at her beseechingly, desperately eager for whatever humiliation she had in store for me.
"You're going to swallow every drop."
"Oh, yes-yes!" I-instantaneously agreed. "It's just what I deserve."
Satisfied that I was sufficiently contrite, Franklin made the move which I had been so feverishly anticipating. Swinging her body around on top of mine, she hovered her mossy loins in my face while she dipped her head between my radically spread thighs and orally attacked my cunt.
Franklin literally ate my box, not sucking it but chewing it. Biting into my tender folds, her sharp teeth simultaneously drew blood and turned me on beyond anything I had ever experienced. God, was I coming!
However, it was what happened topside which was the most exciting. Before my bugging eyes, the parameters of her rosy slit parted. I looked straight in at her flexing pee-hole.
Suddenly I was drenched with a golden shower. Instinctively opening my mouth, I became a willing receptacle for the gushing flow.
What did it taste like?
Sweet…
But sour.
Like some delectable sauce prepared by a master chef of sex.
And better than mere pussy juice because there was so much of it. As much as one woman could possibly drink. If this was the epitome of lesbian humiliation, I was at that moment prepared to dedicate my life to same-sex degradation.
Franklin's bladder was like a miniature Boulder Dam. It seemed that the flood would last forever. And when it finally did cease, my stomach was as bloated with piss as a beach ball with air.
I gurgled down the last of the urine and begged for her to do something even worse to me. I felt as though all my inhibitions had been dissolved and all that lay before me was to come harder and harder and harder.
Maybe she would shit on me. That would be nice!
But no, she had something a little more complex in mind. Anybody can shit in your face. However, it takes a queen of sex to come up with something as extravagant as Franklin now delivered.
"Girls!" she called. "You can come in now."
The door flew open and about a half-dozen nubile young coeds came bursting into the room. They had apparently been waiting right outside for such a summons.
They were all naked, of course, and hot to trot. Three of them went over to Parker and Diane, and the other three joined Franklin and me.
"She likes it wet," Franklin told the trio attending to me.
They giggled as they climbed up on the exercise-board. Abruptly, not just Franklin's cunt, but three additional specimens were spread and hovering over me.
What gorgeous cunts! Is there anything as beautiful as the open pussy of a teenage girl?
I begged them to drown me with their piss, and they did. All of a sudden I was awash in the golden substance which I craved more than any other. It was like being the recipient of liquid sunshine.
During my damp writhing, I glanced over to see how Diane was doing. Spectacularly, the lucky girl!
Parker and the three girls were gnawing at her helplessly nude body like a quartet of hungry rats. There were two at her tits, one at her cunt, and the huge gym teacher herself at her ass. The four-way pain must have provided an incredible orgasm.
Then, when the pissing and chewing had run its course, Diane and I found our straps unloosened. Suddenly free, we began groping for more, seeking to gather up our multiple lovers in our arms in a greedy exercise of raw lust.
Before we knew it, we found ourselves in a hodge-podge in the middle of the room. Nine females-sucking, feeling, tonguing, probing. Orgasms crackled in the air like lightning.
The pussy juice was splashing nearly as copiously as the piss had. Everyone's naked body was sticky with it.
And the climaxes. Ahhhhhh!
They were all shared. Whenever one of us came, the other ones immediately corresponded. We were shaking the room to the very foundation of the building-not to mention our souls.
If Diane and I had been gym students, we would have taken home A-pluses on our report cards. This was the honor society of lesbian sex.