Young Studs for Carol

Literotic asexstories – Young Studs for Carol by thekarpathianman,thekarpathianman This is the sequel to “Night of Lust for a Small Woman”.

I suggest you to read it, for a better understanding, but it’s not strictly necessary.

The characters are:

-CAROL, nickname “Child” : a lovely, middle-aged, small housewife, who is captured and repeatedly raped by a gang of tall, strong convicts.

-SCOTT, Carol’s son : a handsome boy, who is getting the hots for his mother.

-JOHN, nickname “Daddy” : a very young, white, gigantic convict, who dominates Carol with his strength and his big endowment.

-TOM, NICK and CRAIG: the other convict . Big, black and young. In this series, Craig is leaving.

-Mr.BLUM: the cuckolded, older husband of Carol. He is leaving, together with Craig.

When Carol awakened, after a long, restorative sleep, it was 2 p.m.

The long night of sex with the four younger studs, in front of her son, had been a terrific and exhausting experience: she had been drained of all her energies like never before in her life.

The woman raised herself from the bed and took few steps in the room to the mirror; bags around her eyes and some love bites on her breast sides proved the heavy treatment from her captors, but her appearance, on the whole, still looked great; and this was certainly due to her resilient and well exercised body: her regular gym sessions had been a big help in that circumstance.

She was totally naked; after the filthy performance, in the bathroom, with Scott and John, the giant had cradled the nude, unconscious housewife in his arms and had carried her, like daddy and child, to her room, where he had laid her in bed, together with himself and her son.

Now, neither of them was in the room and no sound was coming from the house.

Carol felt weak and starving. As a matter of facts, from almost twenty hours her stomach was empty; and the great, unending sex acts with her younger, strong captors had increased her hunger.

She opened a drawer, picked up a pair of lacy red panties and wore them. Nothing more. It was a hot day and appearently she was alone. But after all, what was the matter? Her whole body had been already exposed to those guys and they had thoroughly inspected and checked any square inch of it for so long time and in so many ways as it seemed a nonsense, now, to show much modesty and to cover her breasts.

The woman walked to the kitchen. She didn’t care the mess still remaining, there, from the savage fucking of the last night.

“Somebody will clean up everything, later on,” she thought; now, what she needed, first, was just a good, rich breakfast.

She whipped the eggs in a bowl, to fix the omelet, adding plentiful ham and cheese and she prepared coffee and toasts for herself; juice, butter, jam and cakes completed her meal. During her movements, the massive, heavy boobs were flopping all over her chest, slapping noisily one against the other.

Finally she sat down and ate.

She was bent at the sink, to wash cups and glasses after her breakfast, when two large black hands, from behind, slid around her upper body and seized her tits. At the same time, a voice boomed in her ears: “Hi, baby! Doing well?”

“Toooooom!!” she gasped, turning and looking up, to the towering figure of the stud. A captivating smile was widening on his face, putting in evidence a crown of white teeth. He was naked, except for a green towel, wrapped around his hips.

“You scared me!” Carol yelled, trying to free herself from the tightening grasp.

“Come here, sweetie, let me wish you a good day,” said Tom, who put his hands around her tiny waist, lifting the woman up and cradling her in his arms. His lips touched hers, then his probing tongue french-kissed her, laving and bathing the oral cavity.

She accepted it, because she well knew that her body, now, had just to serve the craving desire of those men and she had to please them, till when they would decide to leave the house.

When the long kiss ended, Tom rested the petite lady on the crook of his elbow, then opened the fridge and picked up a couple of cans of beer.

He walked to the dining room, carrying the small Carol like an infant; her butt on his left arm, her tiny hands over his broad shoulders. He took a seat, put the cans over a table in front of him and accomodated Carol, sidewise, on his lap, between his hairy chest and the edge of the table.

Her legs dangled in the air; Tom’s hand solidly cupped one of her fleshy, huge breasts, caressing with his meaty fingers the rosy, wrinkled areola and the protruding hardness of the stiff nipple.

He was playing with her lithe body and in the meantime he was drinking and telling Carol what happened in the last two hours, while she was still sleeping in her bed.

He said that Craig had ordered to her husband to drive him to another town, near the frontier, where he had to meet some friends. The two of them had already left the house on the family car.

Craig was expected to come back in a couple of days, bringing with him all the necessary documents for all the team. After that, finally, the four of them would be free to move anywhere in the Country and to leave without problems.

Besides, Scott had accompanied John downtown, on Carol’s car, to the nearest shopping center, to buy some clothes for all of them, in replacement of their convict uniforms.

In the house, at present, there were only Tom and Nick, who had decided to rest at the big swimming pool. When Tom went to the kitchen, to take some cool drinks, he had met Carol; Nick was still sunbathing in the backyard.

Tom’s continuous workout over her sensitive breast was driving Carol close to her arousal: her hormones were racing with desire, while her right nipple hardened under the stimulation of the rubbing fingers. His sculpted body, his strong neck, his smooth and heavily ample chest, his black large hand moving over her tender white skin, his rippled muscles: everything was showing off his powerful masculinity. She loosened any restraint and her tiny hand started caressing his back, while her mouth engulfed one of his big nipples, tonguing and sucking it, like a newborn.

“Yes, little one, do it; you like it, don’t you?” he murmured in her ear.

“Mmmmmmmmm. . . ” was the only reply from Carol: she was, now, too much engaged in her mouthing action.

Her body was trembling with lust and her breath was turning into short gasps. Carol thrust more of her tit into his palms; she was no more a mature married woman, a mother of two grown childrens; she was acting, in the arms of that much younger stud, like a schoolgirl who was experiencing her first date.

From his part, Tom was not less aroused. The diminutive, half naked body of the beautiful housewife, totally and defencelessly embraced to him, gave the man an immense sense of power: he could handle her like she was just a toy for his sexual desire.

His big cock was bulging in the tightening of the towel: the pressure was becoming unbearable. In a quick motion, Tom lifted the woman from his lap by one arm and with the free hand tore off the cloth from around his hips. The male member sprang out powerfully, like a steel bar.

Tom lowered again Carol onto his lap and turned her: now she was facing away and the long shaft was sliding over her vee.

“Ohhhhhhhh. . . myyyyyyyy. . . your cock. . . is soooo big!” she moaned.

One of his hands was fondling again her tits, cupping alternately both of them; the second one was stretched over her panties-covered pussy, where he could feel, through the wet lacy garment, the crack of her cuntlips.

“You like to play, don’t you, little one?” and without caring for her answer, Tom slid two fingers inside her panties, stroking and pinching her labia. Then he released his grip and brought the hand to his mouth, licking and savouring her sweet nectar.

“Ohhhhhhhh. . . Tom, you are teasing me!” she said in a meek voice. She was helpless and the black guy was like a flooding river; nothing could stop his fury.

His teeth went deep into the tender flesh of her neck and upper arm, causing two crowns of red love bites over the white skin and making the trapped woman struggle and jiggle in his tightening embrace.

He raised her left arm and nuzzled in the tender recess of her armpit; the smell of her perspiration was intoxicating. His darting tongue licked her delicate skin: it was smooth, clean and soft like it belonged to a little baby. His right hand was firmly placed over her right tit, playing with the swollen globe of her white flesh. He caressed the rosy areola; he pinched and rolled the protruding nub, pulling it to an incredible length; he squeezed in his large palm the whole breast, enjoying the way he could mould it to his liking. His mouth went down from her armpit and reached the side of her left tit, where his lips and tongue played with her little mole, lapping feverishly, like her body was an ice-cream.

His left hand was moving back and forth over her inner thighs, stroking and rubbing her sensitive skin. She sighed when he inserted again his hand inside her soaked panties and explored her pussy lips, touching with talented fingers her moist crotch; she jumped in his lap, while her juices continued to flow from her opening. His hand spread her cuntal folds and his whole middlefinger easily disappeared in her love channel, caressing her insides.

The small body of the woman was totally owned by the younger man, who could move and manipulate her, like she was nothing more than a living doll, a plaything for his amusement. Husband, lovers, friends: nobody of them had taken her with the same total possession of that guy and his buddies. The sexual instincts of those strangers, who had occupied her house, were surging up violently, in the presence of her middle-aged, small frame; they didn’t miss, in any occasion, to show their strength and power, by handling and carrying her in their sinewy arms, easily like she was a child.

Carol’s crotch was flooding in her flowing juices, making Tom’s hand completely wet. It was too much, for the black stud: he loosened his hold over her upper torso and put his thumbs and forefingers around the sides of the elastic band of her lacy panties. He gave two simultaneous tugs and the nice garment became a shredded useless piece of cloth. He picked up in his fist the destroyed panties, made them sliding along the crack of her beautiful asscheeks and brought them to her mouth.

“Lick it, bitch, lick your own juices. Does it smell good?” he said, rubbing the ruined garment over her face and forcing it between her lips and teeth.

He was debasing his victim, he was submitting her to any kind of dirty treatment and she enjoyed it.

The touch of his hands over her now totally naked body was sending waves of warmth and pleasure: she closed her eyes and let out low moans.

Finally Tom decided to end his action: he removed the piece of cloth from her face and threw it across the room.

“Ready for a ride, baby?” said Tom, standing up and holding Carol in his arms.

“Where are you carrying me, big boy?” she asked coyly.

“To your room, sweetie. I want intimity: you and me on your marital bed; your small body totally mine!” and Tom reinforced his words with a gentle kiss over her lips, followed by another one over her left nipple: the boob prettily wobbled under the darting tongue.

Carol was giggling in his strong embrace; she had definitely lost any reluctance; she was, now, an obliging woman who wanted just to please the irresistible longing of her passionate lover: a woman who was proud of the physical attraction she was still able to raise in that younger man.

“My friends, sometimes, used carry me around, during my parties,” she said.

“Your friends?” Tom was surprised. “And your husband? What about your husband?”

“My husband? He liked it; he can only watch, now, because he is too old to carry me in his arms, like he was doing in the first years of our marriage.”

Carol smiled and let her naked legs flying about in the air, while Tom was walking and rocking, at the same time, her nice body, like she was a Barbie doll.

“What a slut, baby! What a whore you are, little one!” he murmured.

They had just arrived at her room’s door, when the sound of a familiar voice stopped them.

“Hey!!. . . Where are you going? Are you okay, mom?” It was Scott.

Evidently, he had come back from his journey with John; when he had left the house, a couple of hours ago, his mother was still in bed and now he was looking for her.

“Scoooott!!!” called out Carol. “I love you, dear!” and her expression didn’t show any kind of embarassment, in front of her son, as if it was the most natural thing to be caught by him in that position: naked in the arms of a naked Tom who was holding her like a baby.

Also Scott was not too much astonished. After the intrusion of those men, he had become accustomed to the sight of his mother, cradled in turn by one of them. She had a small body and they enjoyed to lift her up in the air, like a feather.

“Kid, your mom is in good hands, as you can see,” said Tom in a suasively tone, bouncing Carol up and down a couple of times, before raising her to his ravenous mouth’s level. His tongue glided along the valley between her big boobs, leaving a salivating trail on its way.

“Ahhhhhhhhh. . .” she giggled like a little girl, clearly liking what Tom was doing her.

“Did you see, boy? Mommy loves it,” said the black guy, who continued to play with her beautiful jugs. His lips were sliding along the smooth surface of her tits and his teeth were delicately pinching the turgid nipples.

“Ohhhhh, gawwwwd. . . you nasty guy! You like my tits, don’t you?” she said provocatively, quite ignoring the presence of her son.

“Yes, honey, and you like to be milked, don’t you, little nasty mom?”

“Mmmmmmm. . . I like when you call me mom. Do you want to have fun with my boobs, big boy?”

“I want to have fun with all of your body, mommy,” and, in a quick motion, he wrapped his hands around her waist and, without effort, made her standing up in the air, in vertical position, facing him.

“Are you ready, honey?” he told her. “Watch carefully, boy!”

Scott was looking at the couple of lovers; from his gaze, he seemed very interested to the game Tom was starting to play with Carol.

“Put your hands around my neck, little one, and spread your legs!”

The woman obeyed. Her crotch was just above his huge cock. She was anxiously breathing.

Tom approached his mouth to hers and kissed Carol passionately; then, with a resolute movement, he lowered her and inserted the long shaft in her pulsating vagina.

“Oooooohhhhhhh!!. . . you big son of a. . . ” She couldn’t finish her words: her wet pussy had been entirely filled up, past her crevix, by the male member. She was moaning and panting with excruciating pleasure.

“Another fucking session for mom,” was thinking Scott in his mind. He had lost count of how many times his mother had been penetrated, last night, by those lecherous rapists. Now it was a new day and she was again in their hands. He knew very well that this torment would finish only after their departure; till then, his mom and himself were at their complete mercy, and also his manifest incestuous desire was subject to their will.

Tom had placed his callous hands under Carol’s delicate buttocks and he was bouncing the small woman up and down his meaty piston; she cooed like a little girl, her hands wrapped up around his neck and her legs clung to his hips.

“You are made for this, baby,” he shouted, like crazy. “You are made for my cock. Watch, boy, watch your mom: she is my cock ornament!”

What a sigh was, for Scott, to see his tiny white mom impaled on this huge black man, like she was his property. Her large tits were pressed, due to the difference of height, to his hairy belly and her lips were licking his ample chest, sucking one of the dark nipples in her mouth.

“Cock ornament”, was thinking the aroused son. Better to say that it was a monkey position: a big ape carrying a cub.

Carol enjoyed the treatment Tom was giving her.

“I can carry you like this, on my cock, till tomorrow, you little old lady. Your weight is nothing; I can lift you up just with one hand!” He made fun of her and his smile resounded noisily.

“And I like to be carried by you, Tom,” she squealed, gazing up to his eyes. “I’m a shrimp, I’m a baby! Play with your baby, big boy; play with me!”

“Sure, honey,” he said. And to Scott: “Boy, did you see? The bimbo, here, wants fun and I’m going to give her all the fun she needs. She is mine, all mine! I’ll return her back to you later on.”

And without hesitation Tom carried the giggling woman inside her bedroom.

Before the door was closed in front of Scott, Carol had just the time to blow him a kiss.

In the room, the black guy walked to the mirror. He stood sideways in front of it, making Carol have a good look of her naked impaled body: her thirty-six double D globes crushed against him, her round buns cupped by his meaty fingers, her small, middle-aged frame dwarfed by the big young boy, who had placed his cock into her vagina and, without effort, was holding her in his hands.

The woman was clearly excited.

“How much does it turn you on to be fucked by someone who could be your son?” provocatively asked Tom.

“And how much are you turned on to fuck someone who could be the age of your mother”?

“It really turns me on to have a woman your age in my hands and put my cock into her!”

“It’s like you are raping your mom, you nasty boy!”

“It’s like to dominate a small older woman whose muscles are just able to tickle me, you little mommy!”

To be called mommy turned her on, even more; and Tom knew very well how to please the lecherous lady. Carol’s ninety-five pounds were a child’s play, for his massive arms. He had no trouble to raise and lower her, sliding his lubricated shaft, back and forth with alternate motion, along her cunt walls. He was using the woman’s twat to masturbate himself: like his fist had been replaced by her body. Up, till only his cock-head was inserted in her love channel and then, abruptly, down till her crotch hit the base of his prick.

“Watch in the mirror, mommy! Watch the fucking cock, you little whore!”

His words, added to his savage action, produced a devastating effect on the poor housewife.

“Ohhhhh. . . yeeeeeessss. . . you make me . . . cuuuummm . . . ohhhhh. . . fuck meeeee. . . . Scooott. . . ohhhhhhhh!!”

She was screaming, her cunt hole was creaming uninterruptibly and her mind was in turmoil. To be fucked by a young boy who could be her son and to be called “mommy” by him had reversed her reality. In her fantasy, now, she was fucked by Scott: her incestuous desire had been finally satisfied and the big boy who was reaming her pussy was her lovable son.

Tom understood what was happening in her mind and immediately took advantage, to increase the lust.

“Yes, mommy, yes, cum on my cock! Fuck your son, spray your juices, slut, fill your little pussy with my big cock!”

The black man was grabbing her waist for all he was worth, while the woman, who had completely lost any control, was cumming harder and harder, making her pussy to clamp down on his prick like a vice, while her heavy tits swayed on her chest, like balloons.

Finally, she collapsed in his arms, totally spent by the violent fucking.

Tom had mercy; the small older woman had been fully dominated by the power of his young age and now she was hanging from his massive arms and his big cock, like a sack of potatoes. He dislodged Carol from the prick, enjoying the plopping sound coming from her cunt; then carried her to the bed, where he sat, with his back leant against the bed-head. He laid the unconscious housewife over him: her body crossing his at ninety degrees, her back resting over his lap and her legs and arms well spread over the sheets. In that position, she was totally displayed to the black stud.

And then Tom noticed him. Somebody was peeking from the window, through a crack. It was just a non definite shape in the shadow, but Tom well understood it was belonging to Scott: the boy was spying on them.

Tom knew that Scott got the hots for his mother and that Carol, too, was anxious to join her son in bed. What a fun, now, to tease both of them; what a lucky occasion!

Pretending he had not seen the boy, he moved his hands over the still passed out woman, caressing her body and murmuring, in a voice that Scott could hear easily, the sweet words of an incestuous love.

“You want to fuck your son, don’t you, beautiful mom? You want him fondling your tits, don’t you, mommy? You want your pussy being kissed, don’t you?” and his hands and lips were running along her small frame, covering her erogenous zones.

Little by little, under his continuous stimulation, the faint woman regained consciousness.

“Oooohhhhh. . . what did you do? Please, boy, please, no more sex! You are so big, so strong! You are killing me!”

Carol loved sex, of course; many times she cuckolded her husband with other men, many times she dated her young suitors, but none of them had the sexual unending fury of those strangers who had captured her and abused of her in a thousand of ways, practically without resting, in the last twenty hours, like they were made of steel.

“Mom, you made love with your son, don’t you remember? He fucked you and you came; don’t you remember his big cock in your pussy?” Tom was recalling to her mind the fiction they had just played and again Carol was involved in her role, without knowing that her son was watching them.

Tom gripped her wrists in one of his large hands and stretched them past her head; he went into raptures at the sight of her totally exposed armpits: the white-ivory skin and her smooth delicate flesh aroused his senses.

His free hand went down, to cover her crotch.

“Wow, mommy, what a sexy cunt you have! And what a sexy armpits! You don¹t have a hair on them! These are the sweetest pussy and armpits I ever saw in my life!” he shouted, staring intently at her body.

He was kissing, licking and flicking her smooth, tender armpits and underarms, while his thumb and index finger, which had found her clit, were rolling the little tidbit between them.

“You like it, don’t you mommy? You like your armpits sucked and your clit played! Say that you like it, baby!” he told her, smelling her underarms; he was fascinated by her childlike softness and whiteness.

Carol didn’t reply and he increased his action. He pinched and pulled the tiny nub on her twat and put his tongue into the hollows of her armpits, playfully slurping.

Despite her will, Carol couldn’t resist: she felt her pussy tickling again.

Tom was teasing her with his words.

“Say yes, mommy! Say that you like it! Think to your son, mommy! Don’t you like to have your son licking and sucking your armpits? Don’t you like it? Don’t you love him?”

“Yes, yes, yeeeeessss. . . you bastard. You know how to tease me! Suck, suck my armpits. You like them, don’t you? My body is yours, big boy! You like to lick my . . . ooooohhhhh. . . my tit. . . gaaaawwwwwddd!” she moaned.

Tom’s left hand had covered her right boob and his callous, strong fingers were mauling and milking it, like she was a cow.

“Hey, mommy! What a nice boob, here; your lucky son can play with mom’s titflesh and you like it, don’t you, little one?” he mocked her, while the other hand was still manhandling her pussy, tweaking her clit and exploring the depths of her love tunnel.

“You want make me cum again, you want see mommy cumming, you big bastard!” she yelled.

“Yes, mommy! And now I want to eat your big fat boobs!” and in an instant, without releasing his hands from her body, Tom engulfed half of Carol’s succulent left breast in his avid mouth, trying to suck as much of her titflesh as he could.

“Ahhhhhhhh. . . don’t. . . Tom, please, please, don’t. . . ” she begged, while her big boob was delighting his greedy mouth.

When her jug, finally, came out, it was all glistening and purplish red.

During all that time Scott was leaning against the window to spy, through the crack, upon the fucking couple.

Tom was manipulating the woman like she was his toy; her body was totally exposed to him: it was endlessly handled, mouthed and fucked by the young black.

To watch the big stud amusing himself over his petite, white mom; to watch him caressing and tonguing her delicate armpits and underarms; to watch him playing with the mole that maliciously adorned her luxuriant tit; to watch him slobbering her boob with his tongue and devouring it in his ravenous mouth, like a delicious apple; to watch him rolling in his fingers her erect clit; to watch them pretending to fuck like mom and son: all of it drove Scott’s carnal appetites for Carol to an unbelievable level.

He was seized with the irresistible desire to join the couple, pick his mom up, carry her to his room, lay her on the bed and fuck her for all his worth.

But he knew it was impossible, at the moment, because he had to obey John’s orders; and John, who was the master in the house, had told Scott and Carol, many times, that they could fuck only in a threesome with him.

On the other hand, Scott was turned on by the thought of his gorgeous mother in bed, strictly embraced to himself and John, the dominating stud who called Carol “child” and who was called “daddy” by her, due to their difference of frame and height, despite the difference of age.

The boy started to beat himself.

“Nice food, baby! Your boobs are fabulous!” shouted Tom.

Carol didn’t reply: she was still astonished from the devastating tit-mouthing.

Before meeting John and his companions, she had never imagined to get this kind of treatment during her sexual intercourses, but now she was almost disappointed that her boobs weren’t full of sweet milk, to nourish that eager stud and get more fun.

She was all buried in her fantasies, when Tom’s action returned her to the reality. He picked her up and positioned her on all fours, over the sheets. Her face was nestled in his hairy crotch and her legs were spread on each side of his body; he was sitting on the bed and her white, uplifted ass was a couple of inches from his mouth. “Another succulent bait”, thought the black guy.

“Suck bitch, show me how you can work on my cock!” Tom shouted, placing one hand on the back of her neck and roughly pushing on, till her lips touched the tip of his prick.

“Use your mouth and your fingers, little mommy! Give me a good job!”

She had to use both her tiny hands around his large prick and her open mouth was hardly able to gulp down the apple-sized cock-head.

“Go ahead, baby, eat me, suck. . . suck me, little one!” he ordered.

And Carol complied. The long and wild sex-sessions with those hunks of men, during the last night, had released any previous restraint from her: now, facing again a big cock, she knew very well how to handle it.

And she loved it. The woman fully opened her mouth and started sucking on Tom’s big dick, back and forth. Half of the long shaft disappeared into her cavity, whith a slurping sound, then it went out and her small tongue licked and flicked the skin of the cock-head. In and out, in and out, alternately, with increasing rapture: she played with the cock like she was possessed. She loved the taste of that thick member, and she made it all wet and slippery.

“Here is your meat, mommy; a nice hard piece for your hungry mouth!” shouted the black guy. “Go ahead, take it all, suck it all in your fucking mouth, little one!”

From the window, Scott was watching in astonishment. His mom was taking in her lovely mouth the whole foot-long ebony shaft; now it bulged in her throat, while her fingers were cradling and squeezing the large nuts.

What a whore was his mother! Scott’s cock stiffened in his fist: again, the sight of his hot mom had made him incredibly horny.

The woman was still in a prone position, her spread legs and kneels resting on the sheets, her face bending over the fully engulfed cock, her tiny hands grasping the big thighs of her lover; her ass was totally displayed to the young stud’s eyes.

Tom enjoyed the fascinating sight of her glorious round buns, the crack between her buttocks and the opening of her pussy: everything at his easy reach.

“The old woman wants a lesson,” said Tom to himself.

His large hand cupped one cheek and squeezed hardly: her flesh was firm and elastic, her skin was tender and smooth.

Also the second cheek disappeared in the other hand.

With his fingers securely tightened around the two emispheres, he moved them back and forth, looking with rapture at his prey; he was fascinated by the ass-crack and the wrinkled rose bud of her anus that he could easily widen and clench, with alternate motion, while Carol continued to suck his large member.

“Does it taste good, mommy?” he asked her. “Suck, mommy, suck it all in your fucking mouth! Does it make you wet, little bitch? I’m young enough to be your son and you suck me; it’s like you are sucking your own son, isn’t it, you depraved mommy?”

The crude language increased her excitement. Her lips were running up and down the long meaty pole, pushing the big cock-head in the back of her cavity, down her gullet.

Tom’s strong hands continued to work over Carol’s tender ass; her butt-hole opened and closed with squishing sounds. It was too much, for the aroused stud, who bent his head and plunged his tongue into her secret recess, probing the wet walls of her anal channel.

On one end Carol was sucking the large cock; at the other end Tom was licking the insides of her anus.

Again the woman was on the verge of another orgasm, while her ravisher had not yet cum.

“This guy and his buddies are made of iron,” she was thinking. “They can make me cum a lot of times, without spurting. They are not human, they are monsters. And when they come it’s like a torrent of sperm.”

The long night of sex, in the kitchen, with all these men, was flashing back to her mind, like in a movie: her triple penetration, her unending orgams and finally the cum-bath she got from their cocks.

And now, again, she was horny.

“Cum, boy, cum in my mouth! Give me your spunk, let me swallow all of it,” were her thoughts, while her lips and tongue increased the action over his fully planted shaft and her nostrils inhaled, rytmically and resoundingly.

Tom’s darting tongue was firmly inserted in her sphyncter; after the savage fucking of the last night, her former virginal ass was an easy land, now, and he had no difficulties to go deep in her insides, savouring her intimate wetness.

When, finally, his tongue came out, the smell of two little farts filled the air.

“Ooooooohhhhhh. . . poor little baby!! You have to shit, don’t you?” Tom mocked, sarcastically grinning.

The flow of stinking air from her bowels had embarassed the woman. Without releasing her hold around the big cock, she was moving feverishly her head, many times, as sign of refusal at the dirty words of the black stud.

Tom loved to fuck, cruelly and thoroughly, those white, married, mature, rich and haughty females of the society; he loved to umiliate and degrade those arrogant women and make them meekly asking for mercy; he loved to crush them in his strong arms, especially if they had a gorgeous body like this hot piece of Carol, whose son was certainly masturbating, at the sight of his well-used mom.

Carol’s butt-hole was still gaping in front of Tom and he wanted nothing more than to be again inside it.

He used his hands, now. His left thumb and forefinger caressed and pinched the pink protuberance of her clit: the love button hardened and the pussy pulsed, while the back of his right middle-finger started running along the crack of her buns, before being stuck, all the way, into her.

“Soft and tender like butter,” thought Tom, who explored the warm cavern of her asshole, by moving his finger up and down.

Carol’s lips were slurping on his cock, her clit was rolling between his tips and her anus was totally exposed to him: the woman was at his mercy.

He dipped another finger into her ass, making it slip till the second knuckle; his left hand checked the increasing wetness of her vagina: the horny housewife was close to cum.

“Do you like it, little bitch?” he said, and abruptly he pulled his fingers out of her hole. A wet plop, together with a couple of farts, a little louder than before, resounded in the room.

Carol let his cock slipping out of her mouth and turned her head back to him.

“Ooooooohhhh. . . Tom, forgive me, you. . were sooooooo. . .”, but he didn’t let her finish. With his left hand still wrapped around her pussy and clit, he buried three fingers of her right hand, all together, inside her ass.

“Gaaaaaaawwwwwwdddddd. . . what. . . are you. . . doing. . to me? Don’t. . please. . . don’t. . ” she was frightened at his strength. His powerful young body was dominating her delicate frame and she was helpless in his hands.

“What are you blathering, mommy? Do you know what you are? Just a shrimp; a little, small shrimp. And I’m your master. Call me sir and tell me who’s your master! Go ahead, little mommy, I want to hear from you!”

And while his meaty fingers continued to ravish her inner parts, the poor lady obeyed and whimpered, in her childlike voice: “Yes, sir, yes, you are my master . . . my strong, big master!”

“Am I good enough for you, mommy?” he insisted and pulled out his fingers.

Carol was humiliated. “Ooooooohhhhh. . . master, please. . .” she moaned.

Her ass, on fire, was an invitation for him.

He inhaled her stinking odor, then he raised his black hand and slapped the flawless, ivory white skin, making it sway and tremble playfully.

WHACK!! The impact of meat against meat resounded in the room.

“Ohhhh…sir,” she cried. “Please, stooop, don’t hurt me. . . please. . . please. . . for pity’s sake!”

WHACK!! WHACK!! The young stud was spanking the mature woman like she was a bad schoolgirl; her ass was turning red.

“Pleeeeease. . . Tom, please, sir, stooop. . .” Carol begged; but he didn’t mind.

Her clit was bursting, between his thumb and index fingers; and she felt her nipples hardening, as they rub against his hairy belly.

Her wanton desire increased, in spite of the pain she was getting from his hands.

Again the black guy inserted three fingers through her puckered hole, moving and twisting them, like a spiral, in and out.

“Does it make you cum, little lady? Do you like my fingers up you ass? and around your clit? Taste this, now!!” And after his words, he pushed the whole middle and ring fingers of his left hand inside her cunt channel, till they reached her cervix.

Scott watched and masturbated, at the sight of the two lovers.

He didn’t believe to his eyes: Tom was slapping Carol’s ass repeatedly and she accepted, in her prone position, his rough treatment.

The boy couldn’t help to stroke his cock, while the black stud’s palms cracked the white, round asscheeks of his beautiful mom.

“You are mine, bitch!” Tom yelled. His blood-filled cylinder of meat was growing up, long and thick.

The big cock moving against her face, his fingers touching and screwing her erogenous zones, the powerful body of this black Adonis, who dwarfed her like she was an infant: overwhelmed by these sensations, all together, Carol was on the verge of an orgasm.

Without mercy, Tom sped up his action: brutal and rough, his right hand came out of the recess of her sphyncter and whacked, immediately after, with roaring impact, her round butt. Then, again, three fingers disappeared inside her anal hole: in and out, many times, with regular rythm.

When he stopped to finger-fuck her beaten ass, his lips planted a wet kiss over the ravished buns, licking and nibbling at the smooth skin; again, her bowels gave out and she let out another loud fart that delighted the sadisic side of his mind.

“Nice to see you again, pal!” a sudden voice boomed. “I’ve caught you, at last, you sadistic pig! What are you doing to the baby?”

It was Nick. After having waited the return of Tom, in the backyard, for a couple of hours, he had started looking for him. When he had turned the corner of the house, he had seen the boy peeping through the window of Carol’s bedroom. Without hesitation, he had entered the building and had reached the room.

He was naked. His huge cock was dangling between his thighs.

Carol and Tom were in bed. The woman was straddling the man, facing away; her butt was raised, her face bent into his pelvis. He was caressing and tonguing her glistening asscheeks.

“I’m playing, Nick; the baby is good, sweet and tender like a kitten. We got a nice piece of mommy, buddy!” Tom said.

“What is this smell? Who’s shitting, here?” Nick asked, sniffing at the stink air in the room.

“It’s the baby, my friend. I played with her ass and she let out. No shit, just farts.”

“May be the child needs some help, Tom! Lemme check!” and with that Nick held out his hands and scooped the woman up in his well muscled arms.

Carol was in turmoil. Surprised by the unexpected and impetuous intrusion of the second stud, still aroused by the long sexual performance with Tom and now hurt by those dirty words, she was unable to speak; she was just uttering plaintive, muffled moans, while Nick was taking her suspended in the air and his darting tongue was exploring her inner parts.

“Go ahead, buddy, don’t stop! The mommy is ours! She loves our big cocks!” yelled Tom, from the bed.

The woman was frightened. Four strangers had fucked her all together, ravaging her in every way, without resting, last night; now she was trembling at the thought that she had to accept, again, more than one man at once.

And, like in other occasions, when she was scared, her bladder was ready to burst. The black stud was nuzzling her cunt, but she had to relieve herself.

“Sir. . . sir, let me go, please! I have to pee, let me go to the bathroom!” her voice was pleading.

“Peeing??!” Nick exclaimed, quite incredulous to his ears, anticipating the new torment he was starting to give her and the new pleasure he was starting to get from it.

“Don’t worry, mommy, I’ll serve you just now!”

And in few seconds, easily like she was a doll, he turned Carol around in his embrace and lifted her up, by her waist, facing away. She was standing up and his strong hands held her suspended in the air.

“Tom, open the window!” he ordered. “The child, here, has to piss, but we don’t want to let her watering the floor, do we?”

“Not, of course, Nick! You’re right!” and he jumped from the bed, reaching the window.

Both the guys had had the same idea; they knew that Scott was still watching and they would enjoy teasing him with the sight of his mother performing another dirty act in front of him.

“What. . . what are you doing. . . ohhhhhh. . . let me go. . . put me down. . . please, sir. . . don’t do this,” the woman was begging, trapped in the strong grip of huge hands.

But she was helpless; effortlessly, Nick lowered her and made her head passing through the opened window, then he lifted her up again, till her entire body was jutting out of the building, hold at the waist by his stretched arms.

The quick action of the two black studs catched Scott by surprise. He had just the time to take a few steps backwards, his pants down to the ankles, his stiff cock still clutched in his fist.

“Oooooohhhhhhh. . . nasty boy!” shouted Nick. “You like the show, don’t you? Okay, enjoy it! Enjoy your mommy playing with us!”

“And you, baby,” he continued, “look at your son; look how turned-on he is; from his face I bet he would like to sneak in your pussy; and to taste mommy’s sweet juices. Don’t you, boy? But now mommy is busy; she can’t help your cock; she has to pee; and you are a lucky son, because you can see mommy pissing like a little girl.”