Group Sex Night Of Lust For A Small Woman

Author's note:

This is the Chapter 3 of the Story.

Now, first at all I want to reply to comment on Chapter 2 by "Anonymous 02/14/08- All the baby references are getting creepy."

You are right, Mr.Anonymous. It was my mistake to use the word "clan" instead of "gang"; that was because I'm not from U.S. and English language is not my mother tongue.

I strongly apologize if somebody felt insulted, but it was not in my intention. Absolutely.

And let me say, Mr.Anonymous, that I know the American history like you and it's not necessary you explain me what was KKK.

In conclusion: I'm not racist. The black characters of this story, like in other sex stories, are only well-endowed guys.

Enjoy the story, dear readers.
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Scott carried the unconscious Carol to his bedroom, cradling her in his arms like a baby. She was senseless, after the intense lovemaking.

The boy put delicately his mom on the bed, then he laid beside her. Carol was totally nude, her son still was wearing his pants.

He slipped the right arm underneath and around her, so she was in his embrace. Her small, lying body was a lovely vision: at fifty-two, not one ounce of superfluous fat disfigured the perfect swell of her feminine gorgeous attributes: breasts, ass, belly, thighs and arms. She looked like a Barbie doll.

Scott put the palm of his free hand over one pink nipple and closed his fingers, grasping as much of the large breast as he could, then he gently squeezed and caressed the fleshy mound. When he felt the tiny nub beginning to stiffen, he closed it between thumb and forefinger, rolling and making it fully erect, ready to be mouthed.

He alternately flicked his tongue over the rigid protuberance and encircled the nipple in his warm wet lips. When the entire skin of her tit was covered with his saliva, Scott rolled his mother onto her back and after removing his hand from underneath, bent his head down to the second breast and repeated over it the licking and sucking motions with new excitation.

Then he looked at her pussy: it was so stretched out from John's savage fucking that he doubted it would recover its normal shape in the future.

Scott shoved his head to her twat and started thrusting his tongue into her gaped hole, brushing his teeth against her clit.

Carol let out an unexpected moan: the erotic action over her sensitive genitals was waking up the woman from her faint.

"What. . . what are you doing?" she whispered.

"Oh, mom, finally!" said Scott, raising his head from her pussy; and his words could be interpreted as: finally you recovered your senses or finally you are in my bed or both of them.

"He can't do this, I can't allow him to play with me in this way, I can't let it happen. It's a sin, he his my son," was thinking Carol.

But the events of that unbelievable night of lust had overhelmed all the limits of the common morals and now she was uncapable of stopping the incestuous desires of her son and her own yearnings. Without considering, in addition, that both mother and son had just enjoyed the blow up she had given to her boy, while she was sitting in the lap of the commanding giant.

Many times, in the last months, she had allowed Scott playing with her, fondling and kissing her tits, carrying her half-naked body to the shower or in the pool, like she was his girlfriend and not his mom: now they were together in the same bed and Scott seemed absolutely determined to get from his libidinous mother all the sensual pleasures she was able to lavish on her lovers.

"Mom, I love you. You are so beautiful," Scott's cock was hardening inside his pants.

Carol put her arms around his neck; she pulled him forward to give him a passionate kiss and their tongues joined inside their mouths.

When they broke the kiss, her tits were right in front of him. He began to lightly fingering one areola.

He told her: "Mom, that guy fucked you so hard and you liked it, didn't you?"

"Honey, forgive me, but he is so strong and I couldn't help."

"Yes, mom, but you loved it: you loved being cradled by him all the time, like a child and being fucked hard by his big cock like a slut."

Scott, now, was caressing her swollen breasts.

"You know, mom, how to please a man, how to give him what he wants. You love being used by a man to satisfy his lust. You are small like a baby, but you are the greatest slut a man could dream about. Mom, you know that I love you and I know that you love me. But you let me only playing with you and never let me fucking you. Now I can't wait any more: I want you, mom, I want your pussy and tits and ass and everything. I want to share my bed with you and take all of your body, just like a lover."

These words removed the remaining moral bonds from Carol's mind and made her passion exploding unrestrainably.

"Oh, dear, I love you. I want you; your mom is yours, honey, totally yours."

Like crazy, Scott bent his head and put his tongue between her pussy lips, starting at the bottom and then, up and down, lapping all the way on her cunt. He stick his tongue as deep as he could, probing her inner walls, then came out and licked up, till he reached the little erect bud of her clit.

Carol moaned. "Ohhhhhh. . . baby, ohhhhh, my god, it feels so good."

She pressed her pussy against his mouth and he made his tongue swirling around.

The woman was reaching another orgasm.

"Ohhhh. . Scott, I'm cumming again. . . your mommy is cumming, keep eating me, honey, don't stop, please, your mom loves you."

The boy was in heaven; he couldn't believe at his eyes and his ears; her mom was cumming and was asking for more and more. He didn't waste any seconds: still noisily sucking and nibbling her clit, he moved his right hand over her shaved tender pussy and inserted one and then a second finger, caressing her insides with a probing back and forth motion.

It was too much for the small Carol: she started screaming, letting out insane words of passion, while her pussy juices were flowing abundantly and uninterruptedly from her inflamed pussy, soaking mouth and fingers of her son.

In the other room John and his friends were making plans.

Craig had been back from the house inspection. Mr. Blum had showed him the safe box. The black convict collected a good handful of jewels and all the money he found there, then he put everything in a bag, tied the man and closed him in a lumber-room, far from the living area of the house.

When he met Tom and Nick, they informed him of the sexual intercourse between John and the little Mrs. Blum. All of them burst out laughing at the details of the savage fucking and the long manipulation John had given to the child, as he called the mature, but petite housewife.

Then the three blacks and Scott went to the room where the giant had carried Carol and so they witnessed the final round of the long sex-match John had played with Carol and the knocking out of the debased lady.

Scott carried away his mom and the four convicts took their decisions.

First at all, before leaving the house, they were well determined to enjoy, each of them, some piece of the beautiful woman. John had already eaten his portion, but Tom, Nick and mainly Craig were still in credit.

Craig, the boss, gave the orders.

"You, guys, go to the kitchen, take foods and drinks and relax. I'll join you later on, with the girl, to continue the party all together. Wait patiently, pals, because I need, before, some bites on those big melons and a sniff of that baby pussy; and I have in mind also a good surprise for you. But now let me see how the two lovebirds are doing."

And he left the room.

"Ohhhhh. . . my god, honey, you are making me crazy. Put your fingers in my pussy, lick my clit, lick me, baby, ohhhhhhhhh. . . I'm cumming."

Carol was totally buried in her intoxicating climax and Scott was totally plunged, mouth and fingers, in his mom's pussy: both of them jolted at a resounding voice and at a sudden, firm grip around the boy's wrist.

"You depraved boy! What are you doing to your innocent mom? Finger fucking her? Shame on you, lecherous boy! And you, dirty little bitch, let me show you how I can enjoy your little body and work on this hot pussy of yours."

A black, naked human figure was towering over the two lovers. One of his huge hands was tightly circling the fucking arm of Scott.

"Do you want feeling your mom's pussy? Okay, boy, keep it! But this cunt has been too much stretched by my friend and now two fingers can't satisfy the baby: she needs more."

Craig was laughing; his unexpected presence had petrified the boy, who had raised his head from Carol's crotch, but was unable of any reaction; and his mother was still so aroused that she could'n stop her intense climaxing.

The black man was in full control. He knelt beside the woman's body and still firmly gripping Scott's hand, he pulled it out of the pussy hole and commanded: "Fold your fingers and thumb all together, boy, make a fist!"

Automatically Scott obeyed. The large hand around his wrist pushed on and his whole fist entered easily the tender cunt channel of his mother.

Back and forth, back and forth like a thick cock, Craig was moving the boy's hand, making him fist-fucking his mother.

"Open your hand, boy, caress mommy's insides, make her crazy, make the whore cumming."

Again the boy obeyed: his fingers explored the pussy channel and pressed against her cervix, while her cunt juices were copiously soaking the invading hand.

Carol was rocking and rolling, totally insane from the powering fist-fucking.

"Do you like this, bitch?" asked Craig, whose hand was continuously driving the boy's hand up and down the walls of her hot and wet twat.

"Let's try something more. Let's have a taste of these milkers."

The black stud lowered his head over one throbbing breast. His lips captured the erect nipple, then his darting tongue flicked the hard petal and the crinkled surface of her wide areola, making waves of increasing extasy surge throughout Carol's body, when he did so.

Craig moved his oral probe spiritedly for several long minutes against her hot white boobs, switching alternately from one tit to the other one, enjoying the contact with the delicate flesh of the mature woman.

Then the big man raised his head from Carol's mammaries and watched in a daze of fascinaton and excitement at the small housewife's body.

With a sudden motion, his free hand grabbed and pulled up her right leg; her toes clawed the air. "This bitch is really a doll!" exclaimed Craig, easily dwarfing the tiny foot with his meaty fingers; he stuffed her toes in his mouth and sucked on them.

The man's hot lips, together with the boy's fist in her pussy, sent fuck-sensations pulsing through her whole body. Craig chewed and slobbered hardly into her toes and Carol was squealing in heaven.

Craig applied the same treatment to the other foot, then his action changed again. He released the grip around Scott's arm and moved up to Carol's chest both of his large hands. He grasped the outsides of her tits and pushed them together, thus creating a deep cleavage between the two hills.

"That's the way to work on your melons, bitch! And you, boy, watch how I'm playing with these babies. She loves it."

The huge hands of Craig tightened, moulding the two mounds into fleshy cones, capped by two pink elongated buds. He moved the tits with possessive motions, till the nipples were one against the other, like they were a single thing.

"You are mine, baby." And the black man put the two nipples, folded together, inside his big jaws, sucking hungrily.

Scott, whose hand now was free, continued uninterruptedly his fist-fucking: the woman was handled by two men and one of them was her son.

"Ohhhhhhh. . . my tits, my pussy!" Carol uttered and Scott was fascinated by the submission of his loving mother to the hard, towering man and to himself.

"Here we go, baby!" Craig cried heatedly, removing his mouth, just for few seconds, from Carol's breasts. "Spurt your juices, little mommy!"

Carol shaked her ass shamefully. "Ahhhhhhhhh. . . gooood, yes, yes, make me cum, big man, suck my tits, lick them. . . ohhhhh, make me cum, son, my pussy is in your hand. . . ohhhh, I'm cumming again."

Her hips began to twist and toss, her thighs trembled.

She was spread defencelessly on the bed, at the complete mercy of her black captor and her son.

The man was her owner. He reached out, took out the hand of the boy from her vagina and covered completely her wet pubes with his large fingers; his thumb and forefinger closed around her clit and rolled it feverishly.

The double stimulation, oral and manual, of all her buds had a devastating effect on the aroused woman, who sprayed her hot cum over the black hand: she was ejaculating uninteruptedly.

Then her orgasm subsided.

The black man stood up beside the bed, watching with lustfulness his petite prey, who seemed completely powerless. He took a sigarette and started smoking and relaxing.

Scott, who had been involved hardly in the action, was still incredulous. Those eager men were fully determined to make his mother cumming and cumming, till their animal insticts were completely satisfied: she was a plaything, the defenceless object of their avidity.

And this incredible night had made also exploding an irrepressible passion between mom and son. Scott was totally intoxicated by his stacked mother he had lust after for many months; and now a sort of sadistic pleasure was rising from the sight of all the abuses these men were committing repeatedely on his mother.

Craig, who had already checked the voyeuristic side of Scott's nature, together with his forbidden desires, was well aware of it and intended to make the best of that lucky chance.

The black stud stubbed out the sigarette and approached the woman, who was still laying on the bed. He reached out and gently cupped one of Carol's fleshy white tits, caressing it with his strong black fingers.

"Ready to start, little one?" he said.

"Start what? What do you want again from me?" the woman whispered.

His big cock was dangling and swelling in front of her face: it was a little shorter than John's, but with all the same thickness; Carol's gaze turned towards it and she shuddered.

Without hesitation, Craig bent over, putting one hand under the back and the other one under the knees of the woman. He picked her from the bed like she was weightless, raising her upper body to his ravenous mouth. His wet lips brushed her breasts, back and forth from one nipple to the other one, licking and sucking loudly.

"Boy, your mommy has the most tasty jugs I have ever sucked."

The contact with her smooth, soft, milky white skin stirred his already hardening cock to new heights of virility: it was reaching its maximum splendor.

With rapid movements, Craig turned Carol in his arms without letting her feet hit the ground. He put both his hands around her hips: she was so tiny that his palms circled entirely her waist, like forming a kind of large belt. He could handle the small wife up and down, with extreme ease.

Scott was watching mesmerized; this brute was playing with his mom like she was a little toy.

"Baby, you are in my hands, you are totally mine and your son is watching; let your son hearing from your words who is your master," the black stud shouted; and the tone of his voice didn't admit objections.

"You, sir, you are my master, my strong master."

"And you are my sex slave. Tell him, whore."

"Ohhhhhh. . . master, please, don't ask."

"Tell him, whore, don't get me nervous."

"Yes, yes, sir, I am your sex slave; son, this man is my master and I am his slave. . . ohhhhhhhh, what are you doing?"

Craig was hoisting Carol: when her lips came up to his face, he darted his tongue and explored carefully the insides of her mouth; then he pushed her up, till her pussy made contact with his face: he licked and sucked it voraciously, like it was a succulent dish to be eaten.

When his craving was satiated, he lowered the woman: his monster erect cock parted her slender legs and her tender body slid along his hairy chest. When her cunt lips touched the base of his shaft, she was sitting on his long prick. Looking down from above her shoulders, Craig could see the knob of his dick popping out on the other side of her legs: like the woman had been pierced by a long pole through her belly.

"Ohhhhhh. . . . my goooood," Carol screeched.

"Is it cozy, little lady? Do you like my special chair?"

For several minutes the man lifted and lowered repeatedly the woman, making her sure of his strength and at the same time looked at her son, who was watching the scene with increasing amazement.

It was unbelievable: mom's pubic vee leaned on John's pointing out prick and it didn't collapse one fraction of an inch under her weight.

"This man is strong like a bull; his prick is a steel bar," the boy was thinking.

The show continued: still taking the tiny woman ih his hands and over his shaft, he strode along the room and mocked at her.

"Do you like the walk, baby? Do you like to be carried by your master? Or you are still longing for your big daddy? Don't worry, child, now your master is taking care of you, but when he will be finished with you, he will return the little baby to her daddy; just let's have some fun, some little games for a beautiful obedient baby like you."

Craig's big cock was rubbing Carol's pussy lips continuously; a wet coating started depositing over the shaft. The man felt it and decided it was time to go further on.

Effortlessly he moved the small woman in his embrace and accomodated her, like a little kid, in his large arms.

"Come with me, boy," he told Scott. "Follow me." And the boy obeyed.

The trio left the bedroom and returned to the main living room: Craig first and Scott a step behind the black man, who was cradling his mom like she was his property and, along the way, was planting some wet bites on her prominent white boobs, making the woman squeal and struggle helplessly.

In the living room Craig lowered Carol, putting her, on all fours, at one side of the long coach; he sat at the other side. Scott took place on a chair, in front of the couple.

"Come here, pet," told Craig to the woman. "Be a good pet and come to your owner," he said crudely, slapping his thighs, to reinforce his command. And the tiny Carol, like an obedient domestic animal, moved over the coach, on her hands and kneels, to the dominating man.

"Good, good, little one," mocked Craig. "Now you deserve your prize."

His enormous cock was spranging out, betwwen his thighs.

"Take your food, pet, make it good for your mouth; suck and lick it with your lips and tongue; but be careful, little one: don't bite it with your teeth or you will regret it in all your lifetime."

Taking a young girl had been always a great fun for the black convict; but brutalizing an older, white, gorgeous woman, a mom and wife of fifty-two, small as a little girl and, in addition, doing it in front of her son was a lot better, a lot more exciting, a lot more delighting.

Carol got a better look of the gigantic prick and her voice came out in a high pitched squeal.

"Nooooooo, it's a monster, it's too big."

"Mommy, you worked on my buddy's dick. Now take mine! Understand, bitch?"

Instinctively the petite woman wrapped both her tiny hands around the bobbing shaft, but the girth was too much large and she couldn't close her grip.

She began to pump the cock.

"Yeeeeees, little mom, yeeees, baby, you got it!"

For some long minutes Carol moved the meaty bar, giving it a soft, delightful masturbation, then Craig ordered: "Suck it, bitch; suck it, baby!"

She bent herself over the prick head, he pushed up a little and the massive knob, with some difficulties, was lodged inside her mouth. The older wife was a natural cocksucker, but that monster was too big for her mouth and she chocked while sucking the thick chocolate meat: she could barely fit the head between her lips.

"Suck it, child, suck and tongue it. Does it taste good for your tiny mouth?"

The petite Carol knew very well what to do: her talent was coming out. She coated the cock tip with her saliva, then she left it popping out of her mouth and her tongue started to travel, up and down, along the black shaft.

The sound of her slurping filled the room.

"That's right, little one, get my stiff cock, it's all for free. Oh, yeah, honey, lick that prick, I want to see your fucking tongue on it. Get it all wet with your spit and make me feel really good. You like it, cock-hungry girl, don't you? You know how to please your man, little whore, don't you?"

Craig was talking to the woman, enjoying the feel of her tiny mouth and fingers along the black glistening surface of his meat.

The big man's hand reached out and pinched one of her inch long nipples, squeezing hard: Carol's whole body shaked.

His other large hand took hold of one of her soft, upturned buns: it disappeared entirely in his brutal grasp. Wheh he released it, his meaty fingers had left a visible mark over the white, smooth skin: Craig was taking full possession of any square inch of his submitted prey.

"Go on, baby, why don't you start playing with my big hairy nuts? Start pulling on them and you might just get my wad quicker than you think."

Carol, now, didn't need any further encouragement: she was totally immersed in her action: she couldn't stop her wild desires, she couldn't stop to play with this big cock her mouth and fingers were unable to contain totally.

When her schoolgirl sized hands began cupping and kneading his massive balls, the black guy had to try his best not to come, because he didn't want to spit his jiiz over her face: he had other ideas.

He grabbed the tiny woman with both hands and stood up. Again she was firmly cradled in his strong arms.

Then Craig deposited Carol on the couch, having care that she was bent at the waist, with her feet well flat over the cushion and her hands holding the back of the sofa, for balance. She was so damned short that her ass was just at his crotch level.

"What do you want, sir?" Carol asked with apprehension.

The man didn't answer.

He observed the woman's steady fleshy white ass cheeks and his first move was to reach out and grab hold of them firmly, pinching them with commanding force, until Carol let out a guttural mewl. His resolute fingers squeezed for few minutes the smooth crevices of the warm flesh, then he released his grip and prepared himself for the treatment he was ready to give to the poor lady.

His black large hands landed with roaring impact over the white buttocks, which rocked tremulously under his crunching slaps.

SMACK!SMACK!SMACK! "I like it, ohhhhhh, I like it! You are getting more, bitch!"

And, without caring the high pitched squeals of pain coming from her dominated woman, he kept up his stinging attack, delivering his fingers with relentless desire as they landed with a crisp, thudding impact, again and again, over her tender flesh.

SMACK!SMACK!SMACK! Then he voluntarily brought his activity to a halt.

The erotical sight of her hairless anal slit was inspiring the black brute to another action: his fingers grabbed Carol's smoothly-rounded ass orbs and he pushed up his hot wet scarlet tongue, eager to let it pierce its way inside her anal ring.

Carol's legs tightened and she let out a loud swoon as her captor's oral probe slid between her sleek rolling buns and into her asshole, taking her totally by surprise and causing her entire body to vibrate with spasmodic violence.

His spearing tongue kept on charging forward, burying itself deeper and deeper between the smooth walls of Carol's twisting asscheeks, as he made searing contact with her sizzling pink anus. Never in her life Carol's anal insides had been explored with the same avidity and devastating intrusion.

"Ohhhhhhh. . . ohhhhhh. . . no more, please," Carol moaned, trying in vain to stop his invading attack.

Craig's burning pursuit of Carol's agitated asshole continued for a few more quick strokes. When he removed his tongue from her tiny rectum, he reached out with his right index finger and let it decisively plunge deep inside her devastated anal passage. He jerked his finger back and forth, massaging her inner walls, as he smiled with satisfaction.

Carol began reacting by mewling with animalish frenzy, feeling waves of pain from his thundering finger's contact, but being also unable to suppress her intimate desire to get more of the same.

Craig looked down at the little housewife squirming her delicate, tight asscheeks in front of him. Then he took the KY bottle from the table, near the couch; he slid the lubricating oil deep into the tight confines of her appealing asshole and against the spongy cock-head of his rock hard male member.

"What. . . what are you doing?" asked the tremulous Carol.

"Just lubricating you a little, before giving you the ass fucking of your life, mommy," replied Craig.

"Ohhhhhhh. . . noooooo, please, you can't do this. Please, don't do that. Nobody has ever done it to me!"

"What, what you say, baby? You say that in fifty-two years and a lot of lovers nobody has fucked you in the ass? What kind of faggots you met, baby? Nobody was able to take a piece of this tight, round, white butt? You are indeed a child, little one. You got a lot of things for the first time, this night, baby. You have to thank me and my buddies, for that. And now you are going the sodomy route for the first time. I can hardly wait to stick my big ramping cock into this virginal asshole. That makes the whole thing much much more exciting."

The black stud was well determined to get his prize.

The sight of this black big man who had manipulated, tongued and fingered the beautiful ass of his small, white, defenceless mom with so overhelming eagerness had been terrific, but now a much more devastating action was starting: because that crudel rapist was ready to deflower the lovable, clean and virginal asshole of his petite mom. Scott freeded himself of his pants and his hands closed around the shaft of his stiff cock.

Carol was squirming.

"Nooooooo. . . master, noooooo, please, I let you do whatever you want, but don't fuck my ass. I'm scared! Don't fuck me in the ass, please!"

Without caring her yells, Craig smacked her ass twice, then grabbed her buns with his meaty fingers and easily opened them, like they were the two halves of a mussel, discovering and enlarging the tiny butthole.

"Ohhhhhh. . . stop, sir, stop, don't do this, please."

Now the giant cockhead was wedged between her soft twin globes and the black stud was preparing himself to push his stiff, erect penis forward.

"Please, sir, please, don't do this, it's too big!"

Craig smiled, while Carol continued to squirm and whimper; then he let his cockhead slam against the tightness of his woman's twisting ass, till it popped through the tiny shithole.

When the gigantic prick landed with scalding impact into her anal ring, she let out a loud sob: "Ohhhhhhhhhh. . . it hurts, please, sir, please, take it out; no more, please."

But he remained undaunted, lashing out with both hands over her smooth ass-flesh and pushing his pulsating erect prick forward once more. The turgid cock was screwing its way deeper and deeper, inside her anal passage.

Carol's body trembled helplessly under the devastating onslaught of Craig's deep-thrusting stabs, as she sobbed unrestrainedly and tears began to roll down her cheeks.

There was something impressively exciting for Scott, who was watching his mom engaged for the first time in such a forbidden act: the boy started jerking off with increasing vigor.

Craig was using his stiff cock like a weapon, never lettig up, showing no mercy or restraint: his savage member kept ravishing Carol lewdly with every driving forward stab. He was ramming his lust-bloated, long, thick cock as deeply as he could into the exquisite tightness of his victim's virginal ass channel.

The little woman's big tits were swaying frantically, under the powerful stabs she was getting from her rapist; they were moving in rapid circles, slapping one against the other, with smacking sounds, thus adding lust to the savage action.

Her floating jugs, decorated by stiff elongated nipples and large pink areolas, were an irresistible erotic vision and temptation for the man, who loved the way she moaned and whimpered, but also for the boy, who was feverisly masturbating.

After the continuous slashing attack had reached its torrid crescendo, the pain which accompanied every rousing charge of the sturdy prick became more acceptable to Carol. Even though she kept feeling ringing pain with every plunging thrust that his captor sadistically delivered, she started to enjoy being ravished; she was discovering a certain amount of strangely pleasure.

"What an ass-fuck," she eventually called out, first groaning, then letting out an animalish mewl.

It was just what the big stud had waited for. He started to fuck the woman's asshole harder and harder: back and forth, back and forth, with his pistoning tool, turning the previous pain of each stroke into an increasing pleasure, for the little Carol.

"Make me your whore, sir, I want to serve you," was calling out the tiny mom. "Keep on fucking me, drive this monster cock of yours between my legs, into my asshole."

The super hung stud knew what she needed. She needed being dominated.

"Did you hear that, you boy?" said Craig to Scott, who was still jacking off. "She hasn't had enough, she wants more."

And with that, his hands relased her asscheeks and grabbed her pendulous boobs, starting to play with them. His cock was plunged in her rectum.

"Let's squeeze these big tits and milk you, honey," he shouted in her ears. "I like to fill my hands with big knockers like yours, whore. They were full of white fresh milk, when your son, here, was a kid, weren't they?"

The woman didn't answered, but Craig continued to Scott: "Look, boy, how I'm playing with mommy's big tits, look how she likes being impaled in the ass and milked. She is a cow, a little cow with big udders."

And to Carol: "You are a cow, bitch, aren't you? Say yes or I'll stop fucking you!"

"Yes, yes. . . but please, don't stop."

"Louder, bitch. Your son has to hear you. Look at him, baby, let him beating off and having fantasies about his beautiful mom. Tell him that you are a cow. Say it or I'll stop fucking your ass."

"Yes, yes, I say what you want. Son, forgive me, I'm a cow, he is milking my tits like a cow. . . ohhhhhh. . . fuck me, please, fuck me, sir."

The monster dick raping her asshole over and over had brought the tiny housewife slut to the brink of her first anal orgasm; now she was pleading him to ravage her no more virginal ass.

Craig tightened his grip and, taking hold of her jugs, lifted her up. Now her feet didn't touch the ground and she was swaying in mid air, impaled by the long shaft through her asshole.

The lovely tiny woman was screaming.

The black stud looked around: in the centre of the room Scott was beating off with increasing rhythm.

Effortlessly Craig walked to him: the weight of the poor mom was nothing for the strength of his arms.

"Here is your mom, boy. She is no more virgin, now: she has more than one foot of hard cock inside her ass. Look how small she is. Look how easily I can hold her with my cock. Look at her jugs in my hands. And she loves it. Don't you love to be cradled by your master like that, mommy?"

And without waiting her answer, Craig moved Carol around, till her body was facing her son, making her dance on his cock: back and forth, up and down.

Scott's prick bulged in his hot hands; its head pointed arrogantly to Carol's belly.

"Watch your mommy, boy and watch me. Mommy is mine, only mine. And I am inside her ass!"

These words were too much for the turned-on boy, for his glistening knob, already wet from the copious amount of pre-cum. He had reached the non-return point: the first jet sprayed from his wide-opened slit and landed on her navel; the second streamer reached Craig's hands, tightly cupped around her boobs; the third cum-rope splashed her pussy slit, mixing with the juices the trapped woman was starting to produce from her genitals.

It was incredible: the son had cum-splattered his loving mom, while she was held in mid air and ass-fucked by her big black master.

It had been the most depraved action the wicked stud had ever seen.

When Scott was finished, Craig carried Carol back to the couch and put her in the same position of before. His cock was still ramned inside her ass.

The little housewife held onto the back of the sofa, while her sodomizer continued to ravage her anus. Her eyes opened wide: she felt like the huge dick, firmly embedded in her ass, was going to come out of her mouth.

The repeated fucking of her asshole had pushed her over the edge: her orgasm exploded in a building crescendo.

Her voice pleaded with him: "Ohhhhhh, yes, fuck me, please, fuck my ass!"

This was what the big stud was waiting for. He wanted to hear this little woman begging for him to fuck her between the lush globes of her sweet unblemished butt, while his huge prick invaded her rectum.

"Keep fucking," Carol shouted deliriously. "You are hurting me and it's so great. Damned, keep it up, keep driving your stiff monster prick. How good it feels."

He liked the way that Carol spontaneously rocked with every deep stab he sent forth with his piercing member, till the big moment when the liquid spray would be shooting from the swollen cock-head.

His blasting tool pressed sharply to the hilt, as his meaty fingers pinched and squeezed against the beautiful asscheeks. All the while he felt quivering sensations in his balls: they were preparing to unleash a torrent of hot white sperm.

Craig resoundingly slapped the round buttocks as the first few droplets of seminal fluid began to edge out of the end of his spearing, torpedo-like tool.

"Here it comes, child. All for you, baby," he warned.

"Ohhhh, my god, ohhhh. . . I'm cumming, master, you make me cum, ohhhhhhh, daddy. . . thank you, thank you, sir," Carol moaned throatily.

It was incredible: the mature woman, the tiny slut was thanking the big, younger man for raping and spanking her own asshole: and her son was watching.

Craig's nervous hips responsively wiggled with rapacious lust: his stiff, rapier cock ravaged her sore anus one more time, while streams of hot sperm splashed from the end of his long, thick shaft.

The big stud watched enraptured, as Carol's hips rocked and her white, firm, bouncing breast-flesh swayed and jiggled.

When the unending torrent of cream ceased to erupt from his member, Craig pulled his cock out, with a lurid plop, from the devastated asshole, while Carol continued climaxing for several minutes.

When she was over, acute waves of pain were coming from the savage pummelling his commanding organ had ever so resolutely supplied.

"You are a winner, big man," Carol sighed with exhaustion, as she stretched out on the sofa. "When you fuck a girl she stays fucked."

"Well, mommy, that's the only way to fuck," Craig smiled and tenderly kissed the little mole on her left breast.

"You are a mess," said Craig to Carol. As a matter of fact, after the hard and long lovemaking with John, Craig and Scott, now her body was covered of dry male cum and her own pussy juices.

"You need a bath and a shower, baby. And me, too. Let's go."

And without esitation he scooped her up like a feather and got out of the room.

"Like Tarzan and his Jane," Scott observed in his thoughts, seeing his mom kicking her legs in the air and giggling like a schoolgirl, while Craig was carrying her in his massive arms and whispering sweet words in her ears.

Inside the bathroom, Craig moved easily Carol in his embrace and placed her over his shoulder. With his free hand he was able to regulate the water to the right temperature.

It was the second time, during that long night of sex, that Carol had been carried to the bathroom by those strangers. What was so exciting, for those big, much younger studs, to wash and soap the body of a woman of fifty-two? She could be their own mother and they loved to treat her like she was a child. Why? May be, was thinking Carol, because of her diminutive frame, despite her luscious tits and ass? Or may be because of her unblemished, baby-like skin, despite her mature age?

Craig stepped into the tub and lowered Carol. They both stood up, enjoying the warm jet cascading over their bodies.

He enjoyed caressing her small sexy body with his craving hands and fingers: underarms, breasts, nipples, asscheeks and her bald pink pussy.

She was crazy for that cock, so big that she could neither suck it in her tiny mouth, nor circle it with her little hands. Her tongue was running along the head and the shaft, exploring the pulsating surface of the whole member with feverish avidity.

He opened her pussy slit with his callous fingers and titillated her clit, making it erect and hard, like a miniature cock.

She let him do what he wanted. She only wanted to serve him in the most satisfactory way. She wanted be his sex slave.

He playfully sucked the edges and the undersides of her boobs and attached his lips to the crispy skin of her nipples and areolas, running his index finger around the contour of her fleshy mounds.

With big effort, she engulfed his bulbous cock-head inside her throat, lapping it with her darting tongue.

He put the palms of his hands over her round asscheeks and gently squeezed, tracing the furrow between the two rotundities and fingering the wrinkled shithole he had just deflowered. She gasped.

She planted a delicate kiss on the top of his prick; she bounced in his hands the big pack of his scrotum, like she was checking its weight, then her fingers and tongue caressed his testicles. He gasped.

Finally he lifted her by her hips and made their lips and tongues meeting in a voracious, mutual probe.

His cock was stiff again. With a rapid movement of his muscular arms, he slid the woman along his chest, rubbing his scrubby hairs over her tender titflesh and impaled Carol on his long shaft.

"My big cock is in your juicy beaver, honey. What a good pussy! Nice and wet. Did your husband and lovers put their cocks this deep, baby? Hey, my whole big piece of meat shoved up your cunt. Feels good, doesn't it, little one?" And Craig started fucking the beautiful wife just in the shower, with the warm water splashing their bodies.

He was wery fast. He sprayed her insides with his powerful jet, without giving her not even the time to cum; then came out of her hole and sat her on the edge of the tub.

He spread the soap over his palms and began to rub her skin very softly with his large hands. She closed her eyes and enjoyed his touch, while he moved over her entire body. He was very delicate, particularly with her armpits, breasts and pussylips, like she was indeed a little baby.

Then he washed himself and when he was finished he cleaned off both of them with vigorous jets of water from the sprinkler.

He picked up a large towel and dried themselves carefully, first the woman and then himself.

Finally he took a small bottle of perfume and sprayed it over her neck and breasts.

Craig get out of the bathroom with Carol: cradled, as always, in his arms.

"Where are we going, dear?" she asked. And with astonishment she watched Craig walking with her to Lynn's room.

Lynn was her older daughter. Now she was twenty-five and was living in another State, hundreds of miles from there, with her husband of three years, a marketing manager of a big petrol Company. She used to come back every month to her parents; and her mother, Carol, to please her daughter was keeping her room just like it was when Lynn got married.

Why Craig was going to Lynn's room? Carol asked to herself with an obscure presentiment.

"I'm preparing a nice surprise for my buddies," said enigmatically Craig, like he had read in her mind, while a large smile widened out on his face.​