Group Sex Night Of Lust For A Small Woman

Tom's cock withdraw from her cunt and the woman was flipped over onto her back. She waited patiently, her legs hooked up and spread wide, her black stockings stretched taut up her thighs. She watched the three monster cocks bounce and sway, as the men re-arranged themselves.

Her cunt gaped wide open, almost as if it had been folded inside out. The pink cunt-lips glistened like peeled-back slices of rubber. Nick had no trouble finding the hole with his cock. He climbed between her legs and eased all of his huge throbbing prick into her in one move. Her cunt was so wet and greasy: it sucked him inside the hole.

It was an interesting sensation, thought Carol, to have another cock in her womb, so soon after the first one. She could compare the feel of the two giant pricks. Nick's seemed to fill her differently and not just because it was thicker: It had a slight curve and it moulded her cunt differently.

"Fuck, she's so wet!" Nick groaned. "And so wide. Shit, I could stick my forearm up inside her!"

He began pumping his ass back and forth, driving his giant hard-on in and out of her. He fucked her with slow, steady motions, angling his cock first to the left, then to the right. Each time he slid forward, his cock disappeared to the balls. She was taking every last bloated inch with her sucking pussy. His cock-head felt as if it was being buried up in her chest somewhere.

Craig and Tom were kneeling on either side of her face, and suddenly Carol felt their heavy cock-heads lying across her cheeks. For a few moments both men played around a little, smearing their cock-heads into her face and poking them into the sockets of her eyes, so that she couldn't see anything. Finally both cock-heads were laid to the sides of her pretty mouth.

"Lick both cocks at once, baby. Suck both heads," Craig instructed. "I like to see a sweet little woman like you with two cocks in her mouth."

Carol smiled up at him and obeyed, putting both cocks together and flicking her pink tongue all over both of them wildly. She also tried to fold her full lips over both cock-heads, but they were too big. She had to content herself with the first and then with the second one, in rapid succession. The two huge purple prick-heads looked truly gross lain across her red mouth.

The orgy continued. Hands were all over Carol: on her breasts, on her ass, on her armpits, on her neck. And when Nick had fucked her for quite some time, Craig took his place between her legs. He fucked her for ten minutes, then he was replaced again by Tom. Before an hour was up, the three men had fucked Carol at least twice and none of them had yet climaxed.

This was not true for Carol. After may be twenty minutes she began cumming and from then on every eight minutes, or so, she seemed to climax again. She was soon limp and helpless with pleasure and the men could do absolutely everything with her. She looked like some inflated sex doll, existing only to fuck and suck.

"You guys, are you ready to sandwich-fuck her?" Craig called out after what seemed like hours of fucking and sucking.

"Sandwich-fuck her? With our cocks?" Tom gasped. "We would split her in half! She could never take it. She's not bigger than a child, she's too small."

"This little bitch can take anything," Craig announced. And that seemed to settle the matter. There were no further protests, as Carol was set up for the grossest gang-fuck of her life.

Craig laid on his back on the table, his long, thick prick jutting up through his fist. Carol was manhandled easily by Nick, who made her squatting over Craig; then he lowered her small body down onto the stiff prick and it slid easily up her hopelessly wide and wet pussy. She sank down onto him gratefully, feeling the full length of his cock inside her. She leaned forward and pushed her tits onto his chest: she was too short to mash them onto his face.

Tom clutched at the rear strap of her garter belt and lowered himself down toward the puckered ring of her asshole. He planted his cock-head on the tight circle and pressed forward. Her asscheeks dented deeply as he put more and more pressure behind his foot-long cock. He braced the shaft with one hand, so it wouldn't bend.

It seemed to take forever, but eventually Carol's asshole relaxed and allowed Tom's huge cock-head inside her. He kept on pressing, forcing more and more cock up her ass. Four, five, six inches disappeared and it seemed that would be all. He rested, with half of his cock embedded up her ass.

"I can feel your hard-on, Tom!" Craig croaked. "I can feel your cock ploughing up her ass!"

Tom continued to press on: seven, eight, nine inches slid up her ass. He didn't care if he could hurt her, but the woman was not complaining: she rested quite calmly on top of Craig, as it was normal, for her, to be abused in this way.

Ten, eleven and twelve inches disappeared up the asshole, till Tom's balls were nestled on top of Craig's: all the cock was buried up Carol's anus. She had two enormous, black cocks stuck up inside her at the same time.

"Beautiful! Fucking beautiful!" shouted John from his chair, still keeping the exhausted Scott in his arms, while his huge palm was gently dwarfing the now deflated cock.

"Watch your sandwiched mom, boy! Watch how easily she's stuffed by two cocks! Watch the bimbo!"

Scott was shocked: his beautiful mom was laying on the kitchen's table, wearing only a garter belt and a pair of stockings, while two black, young males were double-fucking her and another one was ready to join them. She was played and handled by these guys like she was no more than a sex toy.

"Watch carefully: your mom is our doll," exclaimed John again, as if he had read in his mind. "But don't worry; before we are leaving, I'll put you and mommy in bed with me: all together! Okay, boy? And so I can teach you how to fuck her sweet pussy and her round ass. Okay, boy?"

"Okay, master," said feebly Scott.

"Louder, kid! I want to hear you clearly! And hear you saying that you can fuck your mother only when you get my permission. Understood? Repeat what your master told you, boy."

"Yes, master: I can fuck my. . . mother only with your permission."

"Good boy, good boy," said John, finally satisfied.

"Beautiful! Fucking beautiful!" echoed Nick, watching the double penetration. "Now all what the girl needs is a cock in her mouth and she's all set. How about a triple-fuck, baby? How about three giant hard-on inside your sweet little body at the same time?"

"Go ahead, Nick!" shouted Craig, who was still screwing Carol's pussy. "Cram your cock in her mouth! Shove your prick all the way down her throat! Three cocks inside the lady: triple-fuck her!"

Nick's big cock was thrusting out from his crotch. He moved around in front of Carol and shoved his member into her face. She grabbed and stuffed it between her lips, cramming as much of the prick as she could into her mouth, as if she was out to set some kind of record for the number of cock-inches she could take inside her holes at the same time.

Nick's cock bumped the roof of her mouth and dangled deep down into her throat. Her lips stretched to tearing point around the huge shaft. She breathed through her nose, her nostrils flaring. And she began to suck, her head bobbing up and down eagerly. She absorbed the full length of Nick's prick at one gulp; the cock-head felt like it was throbbing halfway to her belly.

What a weird, kinky sensation it was, she thought, to have three cocks inside her all together. It didn't compare to anything she had ever felt before.

She was so hopelessly stuffed with cocks. Each hole in her body was plugged with cock-meat: it was gross and obscene and she loved every second of it. She felt as she was the centre of so much sex energy, impaled on three giant hard-on. Three massive cocks were throbbing inside her and she was taking all of them comfortably.

"Fuck the little bitch! Fuck the shit out of the cock-teaser!" Craig grunted from below. His huge cock trembled deep inside her wet sucking cunt.

"Yeah, fuck her, Tom," Nick added. "Ram your cock all the way up her sweet ass. Sodomize the shit out of her!"

Tom was driving his prick in and out of her tight asshole, spreading her asscheeks wide with his hands. His cock was drilled up inside her and his balls smacked down again and again on top of Craig. Carol's pretty asscheeks quivered and tensed after each thrust.

Craig was trying his best to fuck her from below. He was knifing his cock up between her pussy lips with short, quick jerks of his hips. His shaft was buried to the balls: all of it deep up her cunt-hole.

Two men could feel their granite hard-on pulsing next to each other, only separated by a thin wall of skin.

Nick's legs were resting, wide apart, on the kitchen's table. He supported the base of his prick with one hand, but the rest of the shaft was sucked by Carol's pretty mouth. Each time she was driven forward by Tom's harsh jerks, her face was rammed down onto Nick's cock.

Sounds of sex filled the room. There were wet, slurping sounds from Carol's mouth and gooey, squishy sounds from her cock-stuffed pussy and ass. There were grunts and groans from the three black, horny men. And there were, of course, the swear words. Carol was called all manner of dirty names: her ears burned at the harshness of what they called her.

"Cock-teasing little bitch! Dirty, cock-sucking babe! Hot, horny little whore! Slut wife! Cum-sucking mom!" they shouted.

"Make room for me, pals, I want to fuck the little thing," shouted John all of a sudden, standing up, with the now deflated Scott still firmly cradled in his arms. He sat the boy on the chair and told him: "Watch carefully, kid, and learn how daddy's taking your mom!"

The three black cocks came out of Carol's body and Craig, Tom and Nick freed the woman from their embraces, leaving her alone, prone on the table's surface: exhausted for the long lovemaking, but still aroused and not yet spent.

John approached Carol, wrapped his powerful hands around her body and hoisted her up, keeping her suspended in mid air, in horizontal position, easily like she was a feather.

When his craving mouth made contact with her navel, he started kissing and licking her belly button. The woman was moaning and squirming, her legs kicking in the air, her round breasts wobbling on her chest like delicious hills of jello.

Now John's monster cock was fully erect in all its splendor and he lowered a little bit his victim, as the long prick caressed the smooth skin of her back.

"Daddy's here, baby," he murmured in her ears, like talking to a child. "Do you like my big cock, little one, don't you?"

"Ohhhhh. . . yeeees . . . give me your monster cock. . . please, daddy!"

"Okay, honey, you got it; out of this stuff, now."

And with that, he put her on the crook of his left arm, while the meaty fingers of his free hand slid under the garter belt, which was still circling her waist, and tore off: in few seconds belt, garters and stockings were no more than shredded pieces of material in his fist.

"For you, boy; it's mommy's gift," and John threw the ruined outfit to the astonished Scott, who collected it in his hands.

"Naked! You are naked, baby! Naked for me!" the big man shouted. He cupped her buns in his palms and lifted her up, her little hands resting, for balance, on his large shoulders.

She was so petite and light and he was so big and strong that he could move her like she was floating in the air. Little tremors of pleasure were running through her body.

"Oh god, oh god, daddy," she was screaming, her eyes rolling up with the force of her unending orgasm.

"Who's the better man?" John asked her.

"You are, daddy, you are!" she screamed.

"Who's your boss?" he asked again as he put her opening over the head of his shaft.

"You are, daddy, ohhhhhh. . . you're bigger, stronger, your cock is the biggest, ohhhhhh. . . my goooood," John had started to move the head of his dick around in circles at the entrance of her pussy; then he rubbed the hard prick over her clit and she went off again and again.

"Are you ever going to fuck somebody else again, without my permission, little whore?"

"No, daddy, never! I swear! Please, give me your cock; please, daddy, play with my pussy!"

Scott was speechless. This stud was violently dominating and debasing his mother, like she was no more than his sex slave. She called him "daddy" like it was the most normal thing for a woman who was more than twice his age. She was totally dwarfed by the young man and handled by his huge, strong hands like a toy.

"Ahhhhhhhhh. . . . gawwwwwwdddddd!!!"

A long, high pitched shriek echoed in the kitchen: the ruthless giant had impaled, up the hilt, with only one thrust, the small Carol, inserting all of his sixteen inches in her little cunt, inside her womb.

And now the young stud was carrying effortlessly, around the room, the older, screaming woman, naked as the day when she was born, with his cock firmly planted in her stretched pussy.

Only one of his huge hands was sufficient to support her small, tight butt; the other one was roaming over her upper body, enjoying and playing with the roundness of the big naked tits and the tenderness of the silk-soft skin of her shaved armpits.

He lifted Carol up and left her fall again onto his dick; he bounced her up and down his cock for several times; he made her cumming and cumming.

The woman enjoyed being bobbed along the meaty bar of her man; she loved this strong big stud, who sucked and devoured her breasts like they were his sweet dessert; she liked to be handled by this kind of brute like a rag doll.

Finally John pulled her out of his long shaft and turned her around, with his hands around her waist, till the woman was facing the audience and everyone could see her wide-open, wet dripping cunt and her running juices. Little moans and gasps were coming from her mouth: she was totally helpless in his strong embrace.

The hot performance of the two lovers was highly erotic. Craig and the other two guys were watching, with increasing excitement: John had interrupted their long triple assault to the beautiful, gorgeous housewife, but their cocks were still hard like iron.

Craig approached the fucking couple.

"Give me the bimbo!" shouted and literally tore the woman off John's arms, driving his big shaft into her open pussy; then it was Tom's and Nick's turn and John's again. For the next sixty minutes, Carol was repeatedly fucked, in standing position, by the four guys. Her lower orifices were penetrated without rest: all the men, excluding John, took possession of her pussy and her ass.

The giant abstained from her rear hole just for two reasons: her anal channel still required too much time to be accustomed to his monster cock and, in addition, he had planned to sodomize the small wife in a private session, the day after, only in front of her son.

Tom and Nick tried something more: they sandwiched the woman between their cocks, one in her pussy and the other one in her ass; she was so short, that the two shafts, fully inserted in her holes, took her suspended in mid air, like she was flying between them.

During the long fucking she got from the four guys, Carol's naked body never touched the ground; she was passed on from one to another man's arms: like they were playing with a human doll. She lost count of how many times she came; on the contrary, no one of her ravishers ejaculated.

"I want to spurt in her face," Craig groaned. "I want to shoot hot cum all over her cock-teasing face."

It seemed that the other guys were in complete agreement with this suggestion, because suddenly everyone stopped fucking Carol.

The black guy cradled her one last time in his arms, placing eager kisses on her nipples and areolas and flicking her erect clit with his tongue; then he carried the white woman to the table and laid her down on her back.

Tom and Nick knelt on either side of her head and jerked off, aiming their pricks to her face. Craig straddled her rib cage and fucked her swollen tits.

"All over her cock-sucking face!" John was shouting. "Spray her with cum, drown the babe with jism!" He was watching closely the foursome over the table.

For a long minute the area above Carol's achingly pretty face was a blur of motion. Fists were running up and down swollen cocks; even Craig quit fucking her breasts and held his prick in a tight grip above her mouth as he jerked off. Carol gazed up at the three cocks helplessly, knowing too well what was about to happen. She wandered vaguely: what was it about her cute, childlike body that made them longing to soil and splatter her pretty face with sperm? Why weren't they content to ejaculate up her pussy or up her ass or in her mouth? It seemed a bit silly to do this, but all of them were well determined to want it. She could tell, by the light in their eyes, that this thrilled them more than cumming any other way.

Something hot, wet and gooey splashed across her cheek, over the bridge of her nose and across her forehead. Carol just had time to turn her head towards Tom's

spurting prick before it shot a huge jet of jism into her left eye. She clenched shut both eyes instinctively, but it was too late. Thick silver cum glittered across her eye socket, like an eye-patch. Her lashes were drenched in creamy cum.

"Fuck, look at that!" Nick gasped. And as he watched, Tom's prick shot off another cum-jet that looped over Carol's nose and went skippering across her other cheek. The silver jet ended up over her ear.

"Splatter her cock-sucking face, drench the little whore in cum!" John croaked. His fist was pumping his monster cock wildly, when another spray of cum hit Carol directly on her face. It shot across both her eyebrows and ended up dangling there like some weird silver ribbon. The cum seeped slowly down into her eyes.

Nick could hold back himself no longer. Even before Tom quit spurting, he too was jetting thick streamers of spunk into Carol's face. So far most of Tom's jism had splattered the upper part of her lovely face, Nick concentrated on her mouth. He splashed wad after wad of slimy cum across her half open lips and immediately the woman gaped her mouth open in response.

He spurted jet after jet across and into her mouth, while Tom shot off the last of his cum across her forehead. Spunk poured onto her outstretched tongue, coated her lips, hung off her teeth. Soon her mouth was full and sperm drooled down her cheeks like cream. Carol made no effort to swallow: she knew the men would find it more exciting if they could watch her swill the cum about in her mouth.

Soon her lips, chin, cheeks and nose were glittering with cum from Nick's spurting cock. And still he was not through. He tilted his prick down till it was only few inches from her overflowing mouth, and he shot off two more huge jets between her drooling lips. Carol began gagging slightly.

Tom and Nick, now, were totally spent; when they left the table, they were replaced by John, who kneeled in front of the woman, alongside of Craig. Carol was facing the two biggest cocks of her life.

The black stud tilted his cock up to her splattered face and he began, not so much to spurt, as to ooze string after string of thick, shimmering cum. It began pouring from his cock-head in one unending stream as he squeezed the shaft and ran his hand up and down on it. It was like if he was milking the cock, pumping out the flowing cum in thick, heavy drafts. The spunk dropped steadily onto Carol's upturned, already drenched face. He moved his shaft around above her, as he came, so that the thick ropes of sperm slopped onto her mouth, nose, cheeks and forehead: anywhere he wanted. He decorated her face, piling his heavy cream on top of that already pasted there by Tom and Nick.

The sight of the small Carol covered in jism, while his friend was performing his gross act and spraying her face with so plentiful sperm, was too much for John's hardening, bloated prick: his cum was irresistibly urging. His cock-head cracked open and suddenly a three foot jet shot out and splattered up the entire length of the woman's body. It started in her pubic area, arced up over her belly to the left of her navel, crossed her rib cage and ended up her left tit, just over the little mole. It looked like a shiny strip of paint up her milky white naked body.

Craig was still oozing: Carol's passive face was progressively disappearing under the thick blanket of sperm. She was barely recognizable as human.

"Drench her! Drown the hot bitch!" Tom croaked.

"So much cum! So much fucking cum!" Nick hissed.

It seemed as Craig's cock would never stop drooling spunk. If anything, the silver jizz seemed to pour out in thicker and thicker streams, as time passed. Occasionally the long rope of white slime would snap and there would be an audible splatter as the spunk slopped into Carol's eye, or onto her cheek. But mostly of the goo flowed steadily, in a monstrously thick and slimy stream.

He looped cum across her forehead, along her nose and over both her clogged eyes. He draped elastic ribbons of it over her mouth, chin and cheeks, until Carol's poor face was awash with cum. The silver jizz poured off her face and onto her neck in torrents. Her open mouth was filled to capacity with a shimmering silver pool. She looked as though she was wearing some gross mask of sperm.

At the same time John had spurted other jets. Suddenly, Carol's belly, rib cage and breasts were striped with semen, shiny and glistening with it. She began to laugh hysterically, as if this was the greatest joke in the world. She watched with interest as more of the hot jizz shot out into her.

"All over your cock-teasing little body," John croaked, still jerking off vigorously. Another jet splatter across her tits. He soiled both nipples and filled her navel to overflowing.

While Craig had decorated her face, he was determined, now, to decorate her round boobs with the last shots. He moved his cock, in concentric circles, over her jugs, around the nipples, like the two fleshy mounds were cakes he was spreading with cream.

"You have drown the little bitch! She's fucking drown in cum!" somebody shouted from the crowd of people surrounding the couple.

The eroticism of this performance was at the maximum level.

"Unbelievable. . . unbelievable," was whispering Scott, watching the possessive treatment this stud was giving to mom's nice breasts: the same breasts from which she had suckled him, when he was a newborn; the same breasts he was craving for, during the last year.

One more thick rope of cum, from Craig, slopped down onto her face and the last one, from John, oozed between her tits, where the monster cock slid back and forth, poking her under the chin.

For a while there wasn't a sound in the room. All the four men, and Scott, were staring down in fascination at the cum-drenched housewife. She had got, finally, the cum-bath of her life, like those men had promised.

Her face was a blotched and distorted mess, disfigured by gobs and swirls of sperm. Her eyes and mouth were just pools of silver cum. Her forehead, cheeks, chin and nose were all glittering with thick wads of slime. Her nice chest and belly were covered by creamy jism.

Carol laid there in a daze, doing her best to breath through one clear nostril. She didn't even try to swallow all the cum in her mouth: she let it slop and drool from her lips lazily. She brought up her tiny hands eventually and tried to clear her eyes of goo, but it was hopeless and she gave up. Her face felt weighted down under all the sperm.

"Let's clean you up, baby," a voice murmured over her. Then the woman was vaguely aware of being raised off the table and carried in arms across the kitchen.

It was John. He had beckoned Scott to go ahead and the boy had immediately obeyed, walking to the main bathroom, whilst the stud was following him, with the exhausted Carol cradled in his arms like a baby.

Scott opened the door, allowing the couple to enter. The bathroom was very comfortable, with a large shower-cabin, which could give easy access to all of them. Nobody had spoken: it was quite natural, now, that the boy joined his mother and her "daddy" in the shower.

Scott set up the sprinkler to the right temperature and the water started flowing. John sat Carol over his big hands and helped her to wrap her legs around his back: she seemed enjoying the warm fluid, which cascaded over her body and removed from it the slimy coating, spurted by all those cocks.

They stood there for several minutes; after the long, rough manhandling from the four men, the woman delighted in being embraced to that big stud, whose massive arms were giving her all the protection she needed. Her body was progressively and irresistibly enveloped in a warm sensation of pleasure she couldn't drive back. She felt totally relaxing and loosing control; therefore, when an urgent desire to pee raised up from her bladder, she forgot any decency and let go: a yellow stream gushed from her crotch, ran across John's body and merged with the hot water.

The young giant watched Carol pissing; her shamessly act increased his sense of power over the petite woman.

"Piss, little one, piss. Dont't be shy, daddy's here," he said.

And to Scott: "Watch your mom, boy: she's pissing herself like a little baby. Watch how she loves being cradled by her daddy."

No reply from Scott; but his eyes didn't show amazement or surprise: he was becoming more and more accustomed to all the debasing performances of his mother, during that night.

When Carol finished urinating, John lowered her to her feet and made her standing up in the shower: his tall, large body towered the small woman.

He switched off the water.

"Let's hose her down, let's piss on the little bitch!" the giant groaned; and he started emptying his bladder on her. The fluid was hitting her neck and her breasts; it was running down across her belly, her pussy lips, her ass and her legs; it made loud splattering sounds as it cascaded over her body.

"What's the matter with you?" he said to Scott. "Piss on her, you wimp! This bimbo likes the golden shower!"

These words removed any restraints from the boy's mind and a second stream of piss hit Carol's body: it was coming, now, from her loving son's cock.

John pushed the woman down and arranged her to a sitting position on the cabin's floor.

"Piss on her face, dude! Piss on the little bitch!" he growled.

Both of them were now directing their piss-spray onto her face.

She tilted back her head helplessly and let them do what they wished. She tried not to breath, not to inhale the bitter piss, but with a low groan of lust she gave up and opened her mouth wide. The two streams splattered against her gaping lips and into her mouth.

She felt the splattering jets against her eyes, nose, forehead and hairs. Piss spouted lewdly from her mouth.

"What a whore! Fuck, this little piece is a game for anything!" John groaned.

When the golden streams stopped, the poor Carol steamed with piss.

John bent down and took the woman by her armpits, moving her to a standing position; then he switched on, again, the hot water.

He reached for the shampoo and gently lathered and rinsed her hairs. He repeated the same operation over her entire body, with a shower gel, gently massaging her chest, belly and legs. When he rubbed the soap over her tits and twat, he couldn't help to finger her long nipples, her wrinkled areolas and her pink pussy lips.

Scott cupped her tits from behind and squeezed them tenderly, tweaking her buds between thumb and forefinger; he was lightly kissing the tender skin of her neck and her arms.

They rinsed the woman and then themselves, enjoying the water's flow for several minutes.

When all of them were out of the shower, again John scooped up the small, wet dripping Carol and approached Scott, who was drying himself with a clean towel. With the woman firmly cradled in his arms, he said: "Boy, your mom is my property. Understand? I can fuck her anyhow and any time, okay?"

"Yes, sir, I know."

"But I can let you fuck her, if you like. Do you want to fuck your pretty mommy?"

"Yes, sir, I want."

"All right, boy, you can fuck your mom. But only when I'll decide it. Because I'm the master, here. Don't forget it. Okay?"

"Yes, sir, you are the master, here."

"Good. And you, little one," continued John to the still dripping wet Carol, lifting her up a bit and placing, over her navel and clit, tender kisses which raised girlish giggles from her mouth, "Do you want to fuck your son? Do you want a good, young cock? Do you want a double fucking, in your pussy and your ass, by your son and your daddy?"

"Ohhhhhh. . . daddy. . . yes, yes. . . I'm yours, daddy, I'm yours, son; I'm your sex-slave! Make me yours!" Carol's mind was becoming crazy, at the thought of both John's and Scott's cocks inside her body.

"Okay, baby! You, boy, go to mom's bedroom and wait for me. When I'll be finished, here, with this babe, I'll carry her to bed with us," said the stud.

Scott obeyed and left the bathroom, while a grin of satisfaction widened clearly on John's face.

He had more than one reason to consider himself fully gratified.

With the help of his companions, he had totally submitted to his lechery a mature, rich woman; a woman whose behaviour, before that night, had been just to excel: always, in any circumstance.

She had cuckolded her older husband many times, picking up all the men she wanted, just for her own pleasure; her lovers had to be at her complete disposal and she could shift from one to another one, according to her whims; she thought that her money, her social position and her lovely figure gave her the right to do it.

Young guys were her preferred lovers, for two reasons: their superior stamina and the difference of age that intimidated them and gave her a better chance of control.

Also her handsome son was sexually attracted by his mom and, from her part, she was not indifferent to him: as a matter of fact she enjoyed to be cuddled by the horny boy and to tease him, but time and way to let him fucking her and to satisfy their incestuous desire would have been decided only by herself.

The presence of John, that night, had changed everything.

He was very young and very tall: just the kind of man the woman had always dreamed about; but his strength, superior to any other man of her life, together with his sadistic nature, had overpowered the petite Carol.

John enjoyed debasing his preys, especially the middle-aged women of the society, like Carol: her diminutive height had given him a further opportunity.

Not only he had easily submitted her to his sexual desires, but also he had reversed their roles. Carol loved young men, because she used intimidating them with her older age: now a guy, who was less than half her age had totally dominated her with his physical superiority, pretending to be her daddy; and Carol had finally accepted to call him "daddy", just like an obedient daughter, without caring what could be Scott's reaction.

Scott, her son, had witnessed the sexual abuses of Carol with increasing excitement and when the remaining barriers dissolved and the two incestuous lovers vented their passion, John had gained another advantage over them: with his dominating strength, he had easily submitted to his full, sadistic power also the young boy.

Now, both mother and son were under his complete control. The giant stud could use them as he wanted, because both of them were just playthings in his hands.

John carried Carol across the bathroom and made her standing up on one small cupboard: that position, due to the big difference of height between them, was much more comfortable, for him, to handle the small woman.

He dried carefully her body, rubbed her armpits with a deodorant stick and put scent on her neck and chest; finally, he fingered her sore pussy with a vaginal cream. She let him do everything.

He dried himself vigorously and then took again the now clean and perfumed housewife in his massive arms.

"Let's go to your room, child. Your son is waiting for you," he gently murmured in her ears.

The tiredness for the long night of savage sex with the four young, powerful guys got the upper hand of the small woman, who was overcome by a sudden and restorative sleep in the strong, enveloping arms of her "daddy".

Scott was laying in the bed, when the bedroom's door opened.

The tall, large figure of John stood out on the doorway and walked slowly to the bed, gently cradling Carol's small body in his arms.

The giant climbed into the bed beside Scott and put the unconscious woman between them.

"She's sleepy, boy; she has had enough, for tonight, and needs only a good long sleep. No more sex, now. Tomorrow will be another day."
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Note:

This is the last Chapter of the series, but Carol's erotic adventures could have a sequel, if the readers like these stories.

Therefore, I'll be very grateful to all of you who will be so kind to let me know comments and/or suggestions.

Your feedback is highly appreciated.

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