Heather Brown - Mom_s boy hunger

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.