An unforgettable night of lust



It was 9 p.m., in the suburban area of the small town. When the four convicts entered the unguarded property and then, from the rear door, the luxurious house, they met the entire family, Mr. and Mrs. Blum and their son, in the living room.
Fifteen minutes later, pieces of female garments were scattered in all the room. Someone had placed a pair of red stiletto heels on a chair and had laid a pair of stockings on the back of the couch; shreds of nice blouse and skirt were on the floor, a pair of lacy black panties hung from the chandelier, buttons had flown everywhere.
Mr. Blum and his son were sitting on the floor, near the fireplace; three threatening strangers, with knives in their hands, surrounded them.
John, a white young giant of 22 years, built like a trunk and well over seven feet tall, approached the naked, trembling Mrs. Blum in the center of the room; a black lacy bra, matching with the hanging panties, was tied, as a trophy, around one of his massive arms.
He put his arm under the round butt of the womam, hoisted her to his head level, easily as she was a child and held her in the crook of his elbow, with a grin of satisfaction on his face.
Mrs. Blum was a very attractive brunette in her early fifties who, in spite of her mature age, looked no more than thirty, thirty five years old and still captured the attention of all the men, old or young, she met. She was for the men a sensual dream and for the women a good reason of envy. This because she always exercised, since teenager, four times a week at gym, to maintain in an excellent shape her small, but gorgeous body and smooth skin: an all natural, perfect beauty. Standing barely 4’10”, with a very narrow waist and slender legs, many of her 95 pounds of tender but firm flesh were located in her big rack and tight ass. On her petite frame those incredibly large, snow-white breasts were a miracle of gravity: they seemed to burst at any time, squirting gallons of fresh milk. Her husband was crazy for them; and her son, too; and all the other men.
“How old are you, lady?” John asked, his mouth almost touching her pink lips.
“Fiftytwo,” she answered meekly.
“Whow!!! what a nice old pussy we got, buddies!! What a big titted, cute babe you are, little one,” he shouted, licking her mouth and nose with a darting tongue.
“Put me down, please, young man,” said the woman. “I can give you money and jewelry. Please, young man, take all the money you want and then go away. Please, don’t hurt us.”
“We don’t want your money, mommy, we want you, only you; a babe with tits and ass like yours must be played by big men like me and my buddies,” said John, pinching one long nipple with his fingers.
“Did you understand, mommy? Your body, your tender, smooth, white body is mine: you are a beautiful bimbo to be toyed as long as we want.”
Then he cradled the small woman in his arms, like he was holding a weightless pet and walked all around the room, carrying and bouncing her, enjoying to feel the girlish nakedness of her ripe body.
She was begging, with imploring voice: “Put me down, please, I’m a married woman and a mother, my husband and son are here; don’t do this to me, please, let me go.”
But John didn’t care: he was determined to fulfil his wicked lust and to dominate totally the cute lady he had denuded completely and savagely in the living room, in front of her husband and son.
With the tender object of his sadistic fantasy tightly embraced, he started biting, chewing, licking and sucking her appetizing, baby soft, clean, naturally perfumed flesh: neck, tits, nipples, armpits, underarms, thighs, asscheeks and pussylips were a succulent meal for his voracious mouth. She was at his mercy and he loved brutalizing an older woman who could be his own mother.
“Lady, you are the biggest set of tits I have ever seen in a small body like yours. Look, little one, how they are bouncing in my hands, look at these long hard nipples,” said the young giant, while clutching the two white mounds. “Hey, buddies, this mommy, here, has the flesh of a little baby: as smooth as velvet. And no hairs on her pussy and armpits: silk soft as a child. Don’t you like being caressed, licked and bitten, mommy?”
“Ohhhhhhhhhhh my god, nooooooooo, stop, pleeeeeeeeeeeeease, it hurts, ohhhhhhh god. Pleeeeease, don’t do this, please, stop, don’t bite my tits, pleeeeeease.”
Effortlessly John lifted Mrs. Blum up by her hips, and made her dancing in mid air, as a ballerina, while her titties were swaying back and forth like water balloons.
“Do you like it, little one? Say yes, mommy, or I’ll drop you.”
“Yes, yes, yes, don’t drop me, please.”
“Little one, I’m your master!! Call me master, bitch!!”
“Yes, yes, yes master, don’t drop me, pleeeeeeeease master.”
“Did you like flying in my arms, baby? Did you see how strong is your master? Tell your husband and son who is playing with these big melons, tell them who is squeezing your milkers.”
“Yes, yes, yes, you are very strong, master; nobody can squeeze my tits like you, oooooohhhhhhhhh, don’t hurt them, pleeeeeeeeeeeease, now put me down, please, master.”
But John did not care; he moved the tiny woman to another position and, putting his palms under her back, he lifted and lowered her in turns, bouncing her body up and down, as a puppet, at open hands. His strength was amazing: he was able to push her up to the ceiling and spin her around, like a top, by using only one hand.
“Oooooohhhhhh, my god, stop, stop, stooooooop, put me down, pleeeeeeease sir, pleeeeeeeeeeease master, let me go, I need toilet.”
The long savage kneading of her body and the strength of her captor had frightened the woman, whose bladder now was stimulated till the non return point.
“What? Tell me again what you need, baby. Shitting?”
“Ohhhhhh nooooo, I have to pee. Please sir, let me go, I can’t hold.”
“Okay, mom, relax. Daddy will take care of you.”
A big smile followed these words; then, abruptly, he ordered: “Piss, bitch; piss here; let your husband and son and everybody of us see the beautiful shameless mom and wife spraying her sweet piss like a newborn, while sitting on the arms of her daddy.”
Now John’s big hands were holding the woman by her thighs, with her legs well spread and her back leant against his chest.
“Noooooooooo, I can’t, don’t do this to me, please sir, not here, not in front of all these men, not in front of my son.”
“Mommy, if you don’t obey, I bite your tender nipples, right now. Okay, little lady? Piss, momma, piss. Your master is holding you.”
And the scared momma obeyed; easily supported by John, she released her bladder: a flush of golden shower came out and a liquid pool formed on the floor.
An approving ohhhhhhhhhhh!!!! from John and the other captors accompanied the dirty performance of Mrs. Blum.
When the woman finished urinating, the young giant turned her around and eagerly licked her wet, shaved pussy, getting soft moanings out of the debased woman: then, holding firmly the naked lady by her smooth armpits, he paraded her in the room, like a hunting trophy.
“Noooooooo, stoooop, please master, let me go, I’m tired, master, please, I obeyed you, but now put me down, please. I beg you, sir.”
The older woman was begging him like she was a schoolgirl: this gave new energy to the libidinous guy.
John was definitely in full power: he could move the woman effortlessly, like she was a plaything, in his hands; he could satisfy his lechery; nobody and nothing could stop him.
He envelopped again the petite woman in his solid arms and walked her to the terrified husband and son, showing them his strength; he had conquered the woman: a woman who was their wife and mother.
”Watch, guys, how easily daddy is cradling this small beautiful babe,” he told them, kissing and licking a delicious little brown mole over her left breast.
”She is no more your wife and mom: she is a child in the arms of her daddy, she is mine, totally mine; now these buns and these honey dew melons belong to me, to be fully played. This hot little number must be served by an all man like me and not by some faggots as you. Did you understand, baby? Remember, little one, I’m your master and you are my obedient slave.”
And then another kiss, on her belly button: the trembling Mrs. Blum struggled and squealed helplessly, like a little girl, kicking her legs in the air.
The small woman was no match for the big stud: he manhandled her like she was a midget, toying with her soft, naked body; red traces of hungry love bites marked her white unblemished skin.
John was a tit lover and her large, tender, white mounds, decorated by two erect, pink buds, were his target: his tongue, teeth and lips flicked, bit and pulled her nipples, till they protruded more than one inch from her chest.
”Dinner is ready, watch carefully, kid,” John said to her son.
“Now I’ll show you how mom’s big breasts can be worked and then I’m sure you would like trying the same.”
The giant opened his mouth: it was wide like an oven and when he attached his lips to one round orb and sucked hungrily, her fleshy cone, little by little, disappeared and was entirely engulfed, filling his jaws and gullet.
“Oooooohhhhhh nooooooo, don’t do this, not here, my son is watching. Please, sir, ooooohhhhhh my god, what are you doing to my tit!! Please, not in your mouth, ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!”
The woman couldn’t stop high pitched squeals escaping from her throat, but John was insatiable: her swollen globe was chewed, tasted, slobbered and viciously devoured like a sweet cake, topped by an incredibly long strawberry, hard as a bullet.
When the tit slid out and was again free on her chest, John licked his lips and asked her son: ”Did you see how a tit can be deeply throated, kid? Did you imagine that mom’s boob could be fully sucked and mouthed by one man? I’ll show you again.”
And, without mercy for the small woman, he repeated his assault to the second tit, swallowing it like it was a piece of meat, without caring the moans and squeaks of the poor trapped housewife.
Finally satiate with the mammary food, the cruel giant bent his victim at her waist, holding her with one arm; then slapped hardly and loudly her dangling big titties.
“Tell me, baby: who can play with these round “bazookas” and suck the whole tit in one mouthful? Your husband or your master? Tell me, little one!!”
“You, sir, only you; never I had my tits touched so much. Nobody is like you, master. But now stop, please!”
“Did you like having your tits mouthed, mommy?”
No answer.
And John again: ”Whore, I’m waiting your answer! Don’t make me angry!!”
“Yes, yes, sir, I liked it. But now, please, let me go, sir. You got everything from me, you made me piss, you sucked all of my breasts, you carried me in your strong arms: now put me down, please, I beg you.”
“Everything, you said? Bitch, I have just started with you. There are still so many things to do with this small, white, soft body of a bimbo like you. And don’t forget my friends, here: they are eager to taste your tender flesh. And may be your son, too. Am I right, kid? Don’t you like to taste a piece of your petite mom?”
John was right. The sight of the long and brutal handling of his mother had petrified the boy, who was silent, but his eyes showed clearly how much sexually affected he was by the devastating treatment the giant was giving to his abused mother.
In the last months the eighteen years old son was getting the hots for his mother.
When his parents invited their friends, he could check how much his mother was able to tease the male guests. Sometimes she was sunbathing topless and the men who played with her in the pool were taking liberties on her small frame: someone would pick her up like a feather and would carry her inside and outside the water, just to feel her naked titflesh.
She had been elected the good luck mother of the school football team and now it was a tradition, for the boys, to hug, kiss and sweep her off the ground, after a winning match.
Her shapely body and the sexual approaches she openly accepted from her lovers turned on the boy.
She was well aware of it and not at all indifferent: her husband was too old for her still lively sensuality and she loved arousing passion in the younger people, no matter if it involved her own son. She had not yet allowed him to fuck her, but many times mother and son let themselves going to forbidden games.
Now she was completely submitted to this beast of a convict, who enjoyed cradling her small body, just to show his supremacy. And again his son was watching, with manifest arousal.
Nobody was speaking in the room; everybody was just looking at the unending ordeal of the devastated mature wife and mother.
The young giant went to the couch and gently sat the now semi-conscious woman sideways on his knees, kissing her lips and tonguing her inner mouth; then hold her wrists in the firm grip of one hand and raised her arms, hungrily sucking the salty perspiration of her shaved armpits and inhaling her delicate aroma.
The woman didn’t try to stop him, when he placed again his big hands over her ample knockers: two magnificent 36DD jugs, firm and round, with just a little sag, due to their weight, that John gently caressed, moved over her chest and bounced in his large hands.
“These babies look like they are made of jelly,” he shouted.
“Ooooooohhhhhhh my god, not again my tits, please! don’t crush them again with your strong hands, don’t hurt them, please!” she moaned.
She was proud of her tits: they were so big that no man, including her lovers, husband and friends, could cup each whole breast entirely in a single hand, during their sexual games.
Also her son had checked them. Many times, when he was alone with mom at home, he grabbed her and took off her shirt and bra, baring and touching her large breasts; and when she was swimming in the pool and nobody was watching, he couldn’t wait for long, before joining her; in few minutes, without caring her feeble attempts to stop him, he stripped her half naked, scooping her up in his arms.
She was claded only in a skimp G-string bikini bottom and her son was walking her all around the pool, placing hungry kisses over her sweet armpits and jugs.
”Holy shit, mom, what a smooth skin and huge pair of soft, juicy tits!” he was saying.
“Each of them needs two hands to be fully covered. Only a giant of a man could cradle you, baby, like I’m doing now, cupping one of these boobs entirely in one hand. You are gorgeous, mommy and I’m getting horny and jealous, when I see all those men and my friends freely playing with you.”
”Honey,” she replied smiling ”you know how much your pretty petite mom loves you and likes being carried and having her breasts lovingly fondled by her handsome boy. And don’t worry about my tits: all the men who checked them in the nude said that they are big like cantaloupes. No hand can dwarf them: I could bet on it.”
And now, on the contrary, she was loosing her bet.
The diminutive woman loved being kindly rocked by her men, mainly the younger ones, like her son; but this monster, this giant, this savage convict who had captured her, ripped off her blouse, skirt and undergarments, battered her naked body, rubbed his callous hands all over her delicate flesh and made her piss in the living room like a baby, in front of everybody, was a kind of brute: he could lick her like an ice-cream and eat her alive; he could demolish her totally.
John encircled her pillowy orbs with his meaty fingers and tightened; the two hills of flesh disappeared totally: one breast inside his right hand, the second breast inside the left one. He moved her boobs like dough, up and down, back and forth, caressing and fingering her white skin and enjoying, on his palms, the tickling of her hard nipples: a pair of fleshy cylinders, widely surrounded by rosy areolae. He loved pinching, rolling and twisting them between forefinger and thumb; he was trying to elongate them more and more, while girlish moans escaped from the throat of the lady.
The older petite woman was a private cow of a younger giant who was milking her, like her swollen protuberances were full of sweet, drinkable juices, ready to spurt from her sore nipples.
The tit mauling continued for twenty long minutes, then John stopped. Still cradling Mrs. Blum in his arms, he laid the exausted housewife on her stomach and called her son, telling him to sit on the couch and have a good look of the next treatment his beautiful sexy mom was on the point of getting from her owner.
The boy sat quietly beside John, who told him: “Watch, kid, this bad petite mom made dirty things: she pissed shamelessly and showed her naked tits and ass to everybody; she must be punished by her daddy.”
Suddenly, his huge hand landed on her soft butt and made her cheeks jiggling delightfully. Another slap followed, then a third one and so on. John was spanking the captive mom again and again, till her ass turned red.
But the last degrading torment had still to come; after spitting on her rear hole to give it some lubrication, the dominating guy inserted slowly, one by one, two of his long and thick fingers, all the way, inside her ass channel, till the second knuckle, pushing without mercy with one hand and molesting her buns with the free hand.
When he pulled out his shit smeared fingers with an audible plop, Mrs. Blum groaned and John let go of the woman, who fell to the floor like a sack of potatoes, thus hitting the ground, for the first time in more than two hours.
The invasion of her ass had been like an enema, for the poor housewife; she lifted herself up in a squat position, with her hands wrapped around her knees, her toes flat on the floor and her butt exposed to everybody to see. Then her bowels gave up: two loud farts escaped from her shit hole and they were followed by some large brown turds, settling on the floor with squishing sounds. She was openly shitting, without inhibition, like a little baby, in the living room.
What a show, for the crowd of people who surrounded her, including her husband and her aroused son!
John had reached his target: he had totally humiliated the older woman.
When she finished shitting, the young giant, finally satisfied, bent over and tenderly gathered up her trembling body.
She was cradled again in his strong arms.
“Come to daddy, little one; daddy will give you a warm bath,” John said, placing a long kiss on her mouth.
“Daddy will put his baby in the tub, to wash her tiny body. Then, little one, you will be ready for the most lustful night of sex you will never forget. Daddy has a big gift in store for you, honey. You will cum so much and so many times that your sweet nectar will flow from all of your holes. Did you understand, little one?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Say again, pet. Tell me who is your owner, big titted petite mom.”
And again her whole right breast was sucked and fully engulfed easily in the open jaws of the hungry boy.
“Ooooooooohhhhhhhh, no more, please!!”
The giant released his bite and her boob popped out.
“Tell me, little whore: who is your master? who is your daddy? who made you piss and shit, like a little baby? who is going to fuck the shit out of you?”
She raised her nice, white, soft arms around his bull-like neck and gave him a tender kiss on his lips.
“You, daddy. You. You are my daddy. I belong to you, now, because you are much bigger, much stronger than me and I can’t fight you. You are my boss, my big daddy. Cradle and carry me in your arms like a child, daddy, if you like it. I’m your baby, your child. You can do what you want to your child, strong man; fuck me, fuck my little pussy, fuck me all the night, make me cum. My big tits are dwarfed by your huge hands, daddy; play with my breasts, kiss them, they are yours, big boy, totally yours. Slap my ass with your powerful hands, like a daddy is doing to his little baby. You are the biggest boy for a petite mom and this petite mom loves being used by you, big boy.”
The small woman, the high class wife and mom had been definitely tamed by the savage convict.
Her son was watching; when he heard these words, he didn’t believe his ears: mom was talking like a slut. What else had still to happen?
John knew very well what he had to do: carry the woman to the shower, soap and clean her thoroughly like she was a child, dry her body, scoop her up again and then lay her on the bed. His 16” long cock was claiming urgently its meal, but he had to be very careful with that petite mom, or his monster dong would have split her literally in two, like an apple.
Easily John threw Mrs. Blum over his shoulder and walked, with his small package, to the bathroom.
It was just the beginning of a long night of lust.
Carol Blum was as docile as a kitten when the young giant carried her on his shoulder.
The petite mature woman had been unfaithful to her husband, who was much older than her. She had dated a lot of men during her marital life and many of them were younger than her. Of course, they loved handling her small body before carrying her to bed, but never she had lost control: she always could manage any situation with her strong personality.
Now, on the contrary, she was in a completely different condition: this young stallion had dominated her with his superior strength; he had taken her in his massive arms for more than two hours, as easily as she was weightless; he had rubbed and mouthed, with sadistic roughness, her lithe, naked body; he had slapped her ass like she was a bad girl and he had made her piss and shit on the floor of the living room, in front of all those men. And now he was ready to fuck her all the night, as he told her.
She was so older than him, as to be his own mother. But she was also so small, as to be cradled and carried in his big arms like a baby; now, after her initial reluctance, both of them enjoyed playing the opposite role: she had become his “child” and he was her “daddy”, also if sometimes John teased her by calling her “mommy”, like her son Scott.
Her son: this was Carol’s main concern. Scott, who was still in the living room with the other captors, had seen everything; he watched the wild fury of the young giant over her body and the transformation of his lovely mother into a submissive slave. The events of that unforgettable night could affect, in the future, their affective relationship?

Her thoughts were interrupted by a stunning voice.
“Here we are, baby.” John had carried her to the bathroom.
She was in his hands, at his complete mercy, bent over his left shoulder, her chest pressed to his back, her arms dangling and her legs circled by his left arm.
Her tight ass was resting on his face; it was so round, so soft, so beautiful!! John couldn’t help: he attached his mouth to one of her buns and let his large tongue enjoying the softness of her nice flesh, while his teeth pinched delicately, here and there, with little bites, her smooth skin.
Carol was giggling like a baby: she loved the treatment John was giving her.
Then she gasped: the huge hand of her rapist had slid down the crack of her ass and now was parting her pussy lips. His forefinger entered easily her vulva and his thumb pushed against the butthole, driving its way, slowly but entirely, inside her channel. John tightened his grip till the two probes were separated only by a thin membrane.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhh, my goooood. . . what are you doing,” moaned Carol.
Back and forth, back and forth, the moving finger was rewarded soonest by a soaking flood: the woman was spraying her juices.
“Ohhhhhhhh. . . cuuuuuuumming. Move your hand, make me cum; please, daddy, make me cum.”
“Yes, baby. I told you: I’ll make you cum so much and so many times as you never cum before.”
His hand was reaming her snatch and exploring her ass: a double penetration she had never received in a such possessive way. Although she was thirty years older, this young man seemed to be much more expert than herself and her previous lovers!!
“Baby, do you like it?”
“Ohhhhhhhh. . . . yeeeeees master, again. . . again into my little pussy, you are so strong.”
“Okay, mommy, we have just started; now watch what I have for you.”
And John released his hand and carried the still dripping wet woman to a small cupboard, making her sit on it.
“Watch carefully, baby; and tell me if you have ever seen something like this.”
With slow movements he started disrobing: shoes, shirt, trousers.
The young giant stood a few feet in front of Carol, hands on his hips: only his pants, now, were covering his immense, towering body. The tiny woman couldn’t take her gaze away from John’s crotch: her eyes grew wide, as the man’s cock lurched in his pants, causing her to shiver with a strange lust. John saw her gazing at his prick and purposely jerked his cock, causing the entire, long shaft to throb and grow slightly. It was hard, for him, to keep his erection down and the tight pressure of his pants was starting to get uncomfortable, but he wanted tease the woman, to increase her interest.
“What do you think, little one? Do you like what you see?”
“Oh, my god, you are huge, master, I don’t know if I can. . .”
Her voice was quivering lightly, as she spoke.
What had started as a hot feeling of lust was turning now into a feeling of fear: his cock looked to be over a foot long and still growing.
She could feel tremors of passion, making her shiver excitedly at the thought of so much cock meat waiting for her, but she also was terrified of what the giant stud was ready to do: everything was getting out of her control.
“I’m scared, master, you are too big and I’m too small for you; please, daddy, let me go, I didn’t think you was so huge.“
But she couldn’t finish her words, because John was continuing his show and she was again fascinated by what she was seeing.
With a grin on his large face, the giant began to lower his pants, with excruciating slowness, over his heavily muscled thighs. Carol’s eyes grew wide: his cock was so huge that he had to actually peel the material away from his prick, straining to get his aroused shaft free. He was slowly revealing himself to her.
Then John gave a grunt and tore his pants completely, to free, finally, the long, thick prick: it shot upward, as though on a spring, from his hairy loins.
The small brunette gasped at the sight of this monster: a steel bar more than fifteen inches long, bobbing about in front of his belly.
A silent cry of ”noooo” formed on her lips as she watched. This cock looked too thick for her to get her hands around, let alone to take it in her cunt. The woman couldn’t tear away her eyes: she was like hypnotized. The prick crown looked to be the size of an apple, his balls looked like they were bigger than two tennis balls, matted with dark hair in their fleshy sac: from their size, Carol knew he would flood her cunt completely.
John grasped his throbbing cock and slowly ran his huge hand up and down, watching the expression on the face of the woman.
“Don’t you like my cock shoved all the way up into that cute little pussy of yours, little mommy? Don’t you like the special gift I’m showing you?” he asked.
“Noooo!! I can’t take this monster, it would split me in two. I’m too little, daddy, I never got a cock so big. Please, daddy, let me go.”
“Bitch, I know you never had been banged by a true man, but now you have a master; and your master is ready to teach you how your small body can be handled. Let’s start with a little tit-fuck, baby: just as an appetizer, before really screwing. Come on, little one, put my shaft between your white, soft, heavy mammaries: how big are these melons, mommy?”
“Thirty-six double D,” she whispered.
John approached the woman, who was still sitting on the cupboard: her titties were jutting out right to his crotch.
“Slick me a little, before working my cock between your orbs, baby.”
Her tiny hands held the huge shaft and her nice tongue bathed it.
She let a moan: “Uhhhhhhh. . . it’s so long. . . uhhhhhhh.”
The beautiful Carol continued to bathe the giant member. When it was totally covered by her spit, John grabbed her large boobs with his larger hands and pushed them to each side of his giant prick, fucking it between her heavy globes.
Now she enjoyed being used and dominated by her young master.
"How sexy you are, little one!! You got the sexiest set of jugs I have ever seen. Rub my cock with your babies!!”
The small woman obeyed: she was grateful to her master for these words and she wanted to answer, but she was too busy with the tit-fuck. The apple-sized head of the cock hit her chin, when the young stallion thrust into her twin melons.
Then John kept up the pressure of his huge hands over her fat breasts and she enjoyed the way he was playing with her.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh. . . . yeeeeeees, touch them, squeeze them, daddy; don’t you see how firm they are? Look at my nipples: do you like them? I have been told my nipples are extra-long by every man and boy I have shown them.”
“Also by your son?” John asked maliciously.
“Yes. . . yes. . . he loves my tits.” Carol was totally involved in the sexual act she was performing; she had forgotten any kind of privacy and any taboo: her master was in full control of her body and her mind.
“Okay, mommy; don’t worry, I”ll let him toying with them and, may be, fucking you,” John said, smiling.
He couldn’t believe his good luck. He was tit-fucking a fantastic-looking woman in her early fifties and the fun had just started: his cock stiffened when he thought how much amusement would be for him to put in bed this small mommy together with her son and watch him playing with her beautiful boobs and tight ass before fucking her.
“Yes. . . yes,” she muttered, forcing her tits into his big hands with her tiny hands and letting him roll the soft flesh around and around.
“Gorgeous, they are fucking gorgeous,” he said, while continuously moving his cock up and down, between the two soft hills.
“You are one great cock-teaser, baby, do you know? you are much hotter than I thought.”
Carol was concentrating on his prick. She seemed to enjoy the sight of his hard-on trapped in her cleavage and sometimes she tilted her head up to grin at him. The long shaft was rigid as a stone.
“Are you going to cum, daddy?” she asked greedily.
“Yes, but not now, little one. Now I’m holding back. And I want make you watching when my sperm spurt out: I want to cum all over your fucking big fat tits and cover them with my jizz.”
He said that he could hold back, but he was not so sure: her round white melons were driving him crazy.
He gave them another squeeze, then shoved them together over his cock. For five long minutes he lunged his cock back and forth, fucking the fleshy twins roughly.
“Tell me when you are going to cum, daddy; I want to see your jizz spurt,” the woman yelled.
“Now, baby,” and his cock-head cracked open and squirted a hot blast of cum under Carol’s chin. The spunk bounced back and splintered, spraying her pretty neck with large strips of goo.
“Yes, daddy, all over me, spurt your cum over my titties!!” She gazed at his huge spurting prick. A thick streamer of cum splashed into her cleavage and went pouring down between her tits, like rain down a gutter. Another streamer slithered over her left tit and poured down in two strips on either side of her erect nipple. Quickly he pointed his cock at her right tit and a jet of spunk shot onto the nipple, hanging from it.
“So much sperm,” she mumbled, thrusting her tits out, so that they could be completely covered in cum.
The silver slime rolled down her breasts in torrents. He tugged on his cock as if he wanted to pull it out by the root and he waved it over her breasts, hosing them with cum. At least two more jets shot off, one splattering her little mole on the left tit, the other hanging from one boob to the other, like a silvery dangling rope. When he was finally through, he stared down at her in fascination.
Her big tits were totally covered in cum. Spunk was drooling down them, her nipples had strings of white goo hanging from them. The thick rope of jizz connecting her twin mounds hung there for nearly thirty seconds, before snapping. She was a mess.
“So warm, so sticky. I feel like I took a bath in sperm.”
Carol giggled like a little baby. She ran her fingers over her soiled tits, massaging the thick jizz into the round boobs like a lotion.
“Is this what your men and boys made to you?” John asked.
“Yes, but there was never so much sperm and so much fun,” the little lady replied.
“Okay, baby, your tits made a great job, but now it’s time for a real screwing. Let me wash and clean you, mommy and then you”ll be ready for the fucking of your life. You are a child, now, but I”ll make you a woman, finally!! Nothing to do with those baby pricks of your friends. Forget them!!”
“Oh god, this guy is a fucking machine,” thought the frightened Carol, looking at the already erect gigantic cock. “How can he gaining again so much strength? I have never seen something like this. He wants to kill me.”
She was still sitting on the cupboard, while John regulated the water in the tub to the proper comfortable temperature. His tool was dangling in front of his belly, long and proud in all its glory. The woman was breathless: a mixture of admiration and fear ran through her boby.
Then the big stud approached again Carol and, with a quick movement of his arms, picked her up. Few steps and both of them climbed into the large tub. He deposited delicately the small woman, making her sit: the water was levelled up to her shoulders.
For some minutes they enjoyed the ondulant caresses of the water over their bodies.
Then John reached out, grabbed a fresh bar of soap and, making Carol stand up, rubbed it over her smooth back, belly, thighs, legs, arms and her soft hairless armpits. He slid his hand into the crack of her ass and into the furrows of her womanhood: the invasion of her intimate organs made her jiggle and moan lowdly, while her firm alabaster tits twisted back and forth in a procession of excitement. He let the soap slide with meticulous care against her aroused vagina. The effect was powerfully erotic: while his hand was making contact with her pink slit, Carol wiggled her hips and well rounded asscheeks with increasing movements.
The big dominating stud reached up and let his palms resting on the compliant flesh of his woman’s big boobs: he made a swift grab of her silky tit-flesh digging his fingers deeply.
“Do you like my tits, don’t you? You sure squeezed and sucked any square inch of them hard enough, this night,” said Carol.
“Fucking great, fucking smooth and big,” said John, lifting her up by her armpits and kissing her on the crinckly pink softness of her right nipple and then on the small protuberance of the little mole on her left tit. “This babies of yours are getting me crazy.”
John put her down and Carol reached out with her quivering righ hand, allowing it to tug on the nub end of the turgid cock. She toyed with the spongy tip of his dominating tool, then both her small hands grabbed the long, thick bar of his lust-bloated prick.
“I want to play with you for just a little while, daddy.”
“Okay, mommy, but not too much, because I don’t know how long I can hold. And I don’t want to spray my load on the water, here; I want to put you on the right place, before fucking your tiny pussy.”
The young giant sat on the edge of the tub, to level his face with hers; his quivering tongue snaked its way with decisive rapidity inside her open mouth. Together they merged themselves in a wet whirlpool of hot, savory saliva. They kept drilling their steady tongues against each other for several minutes, then John withdrew breathlessly from Carol’s mouth.
He turned on the shower and let the water drop over her bodies for some minutes; then he turned off the shower and hoisted again the small woman in his arms, coming out of the tub; he deposited Carol in the middle of the bathroom, he picked up a clean towel from the rack and he rubbed it, with speedy precision, over her captivating boby.
When the towel made firm contacts with the jutting voluptuous flesh of her firm breasts, his sturdy penis hardened again with great resolution. He couldn’t wait: he had to fuck soonest this incredibly hot chick with these big beautiful jugs and these round buttocks.
He withdrew the towel from her dry body and quickly dried himself, without forgetting, when he was ready, to pick up a KY bottle he had seen in the rack. When he put away the towel, Carol didn’t exitate: with a childlike gesture, she raised spontaneously her arms, inviting him to scoop her up and cradle her; she knew very well, now, that this was the only way her big lover wanted walk with his small woman.



John was getting his fun in the bathroom with the mature woman and, at the same time, his friends had taken some decisions.
They were all blacks, muscled and big, like football players. Craig was the oldest one: 34 years old and 6’6” tall; Nick was 27 and 6’4”; Tom was 23 and same height as Nick.
All of them, including John, escaped from prison two days before entering the Blum’s property: Their plan was to cross the near border and to join, there, the other members of the clan.
When they captured this rich family, they understood that they could get many unexpected advantages from it. Money and jewels, first at all: the scared housewife was ready to pay generously, if they would have let free the family. And the woman herself was a nice prey: at the moment, she was in John’s hands, but also the other cons wanted to taste a piece of that delicious small woman with those big tits and tight ass.
Craig, the oldest of them, ordered Mr. Blum to get up and show him the safe box. The two men left; the other ones remained in the room, including Scott, who was anxious to see his mother coming back.

John returned to the living room carrying Carol in his massive arms, like she was a human doll: they were both naked.
He put the KY bottle on a small table.
“So, you are back, finally,” said Tom. “How is the girl?”
“Hottest,” answered John. “I fingered her twat and ass and she came like a juicer, I titty-fucked her big jugs and she was covered with my jizz like a cream topped cake. Now she is all clean and ready for cocks.”
Carol heard these words and started wriggling in the arms of the big stud. The struggling of the helpless lady and her naked, silky-soft skin raised John’s sexual instincts. He gripped the small woman by her waist, lifted her up till her tits were at his face level and shook her back and forth, making her boobs jiggle lewdly and smake his face. With her little body firmly embraced in his solid arms, he started biting the tender flesh of her firm breasts and sucking her stiff nipples; then he nuzzled into her smooth armpits and licked the honey-sweet sweat out of them. The older woman felt devoured and powerless in the hands of her much younger lover: she was letting out pathetic whimpers.
But the treatment she was getting from the big stud had stimulated also her inner organs: the woman was close again to her orgasm.
John noticed that and, still holding her firmly, he turned Carol upside down, so her head was hanging down and her legs were flying over his shoulders. His head moved to her snatch and his tongue started to lick it. Her body jerked and soonest she was moaning.
"Ohhhhhhhh. . . my goooood. . . yeeeees. . . lick me. . . suck me . . . . ohhhhhhhhh."
Her legs were swinging over his shoulders, her arms were dangling in mid air and her lips were in contact with his cock head: his tongue began to lick her ass-crack, suck her pussy and tease her clit.
“Ohhhhhhhhhh. . . . you are so strong, daddy, you make me cum. . . I’m cuuuuuuumming, daddy, don’t stooooop, please. . . make me cum again, I’m yours, daddy. . . play with my pussy. . . ohhhhhh. . .”
Droplets of cunt juices were running down her belly.
“Hold on the baby, Tom; and lube her, because I want to stick my whole cock in her little pussy,” said John.
“With pleasure, friend!! Come here, honey.” Tom picked Mrs. Blum from John’s arms and carried her to a large chair, where he sat, placing the still orgasming lady on his lap, facing away.
“Let me servicing you, baby.” And Tom, who had picked up the KY bottle, opened it and rubbed a big handful of the lubricating liquid over her pubic triangle and anus, playing with her clit and making girlish giggles escape the throat of the mature, totally submissive woman.
“You are hot, baby, let me warm you up a little more.” And Tom started caressing with his mouth her soft skin. He turned around the small lady and when she faced him, he placed wet kisses over her lips and tongued her inner mouth; he licked her arms and her tits, nibbling at her pointing nipples; he rubbed her belly and her thighs and probed, with his fingers, her pussy lips and her clit.

Scott was watching in amazement.
His petite mother had been trapped by these men and they were devouring her. She was a prey: a gazelle in a pack of lions. They were playing with her, easily as she was their toy. Actually she was a child, as John said: she was cradled, carried, played and handled by the big and strong studs like a little baby. And they had made her cumming.
The image, in his eyes, of his mother cumming like a bitch in heat had turned his initial fear into a kind of unhealthy curiosity and now he was longing to watch the next actions.

John went to the couch and sat down: his cock was like a third leg, waving about in the air.
“Give me a hand, friends,” told John to Tom and Nick. “Carry the girl here, over my lap.”
Tom and Nick obeyed: together they lifted the petite lady, each grasping one of her arms and legs and walked her toward the waiting giant.
“Ohhh. . . noooo, it’s too big, it will tear me up. Please, don’t do this. You cannot do this to me!!” Carol was screaming.
But they din’t care: they walked to the couch, holding the woman in mid air, so that she was facing away from John. She felt John’s huge hands come up and stroke the soft flesh of her asscheeks.
Her voice was now a bare whisper: “Please, let me go, it’s too big for my little pussy, it’s a monster.”
“Shut up!! And let you go down,” shouted John.
Carol understood that she had no chance; she had to go into this incredible sexual orgy. Swallowing hard, she put her hands on the shoulders of her captors and slowly started to crouch lower and to move her beautiful ass toward John’s massive prick.
“All right,” was the voice of the giant. “Now you are ready to fuck.” And sank his fingers into her hips, gripping her hard. The long shaft was already starting to nestle between her pussy lips. The touch of her wet cunt on his inflamed cock crown increased his excitement: his cock head pushed at her pussy.
Carol shivered: the gigantic knob of his pole was nudging into her tight cunt. She lowered herself a little more and the bloated cock head found its way in the hot interior of her hole.
John thrust his hips, making his prick to jerk and bounce about, sending erotic vibrations down the whole length of her pussy.
“You can take it all, baby!!” he grunted.
Still held up by the other two men, Carol wrapped her fingers around the hard cock; then, biting her lips, she left herself slip down farther on this long steel-hard bar. John began a slow probing motion into her moist cunt.
As Carol sank down slowly, her hot pussy tunnel was stretching cruelly by the invasion of the thick bar she was caressing in her little hands.
Now her pussy was creaming constantly and her juices were dribbling down the long shaft.
She was well lubricated and John couldn’t hold on too long. The incredible slowness of the penetration and the feel of her grip on his cock were too much. With a savage cry of sadistic pleasure, he dug his fingers into her hips and pulled her down, literally tearing her out of the grip of the two guys, as he fucked up violently.
“Ahhhhhhhhhh. . . goooood. . . ohhhhhhhhh.” Carol felt like she had been ripped apart: this cock was a trunk of a tree and it was fitted in her cunt. The heavy muscles of his loins smashed into her spread thighs: the giant had impaled completely the tender pussy of the small woman.
“Ahhhhhhhhh. . . my goooooood. . ahhhhhhhhh.” Carol was screaming.
The penetrating cock felt like a drill, burning into her womb. She struggled and rotated her ass, trying to get herself out of the shaft, but it was incredibly long and he had skewered into her to the hilt: his crotch hairs scrubbed at her asscheeks.
“You are mine, baby; I fucked you totally, you big titted little lady!!” shouted John, pumping long strokes into her cunt, while his large hands under her armpits were moving her up and down effortlessly. Carol’s mouth opened and closed soundlessly, in time to his strokes: she was alternately stuffed to bursting with his prick and then empty again.
After some strokes, she found herself becoming accustomed to the massive cock. A strange pleasure was rippling through her and the pain was disappearing. Her pussy was stretching to hold the monstrous prick, squeezing and milking the shaft and letting his prick slide more and more easily, as her cunt juices continued to flow. Sometimes John turned her around, making her asscheeks and her entire body rotate on the pistoning meat-bar.
Scott watched in fascination the whole scene. At the first cry of pain, his instinct had been to pull his mother off of the giant cock, but now she seemed really enjoy the treatment she was getting from the big stud. Her expression had changed, now: from a grimace of pain to a smile of pleasure. She was jerking about and was shoving her cunt down, to meet each hard stroke. Her hands were on the hairy thighs of the young giant; she was bent forward at the waist, to give him a better entrance to her pussy and her heavy tits bounced about on her chest, adding extra lust to the action.
Tom approached the fucking couple and grasped one of Carol’s breasts in his hands, squeezing and massaging the soft flesh and pinching at the long nipple. Nick followed his example on the other side and the other breast, kissing and licking the smooth skin.
“Ohhhhhhhh. . . yeeeeeeees. . . play with my tits, guys, make my nipples harder, don’t stoooop. . . please.” Carol was totally receptive, now, to the double caresses of mouths and lips over her excited nipples: an experience she had never known before.
Tom slurped hungrily at her tit, tasting the white flesh: salty and tangy to his tongue: He licked and sucked at her extra-long nipple, like a newborn over a milk filled breast. He kneaded the swollen mound, cramming it into his voracious mouth.
On the other side, Nick was pinching and pulling the second breast; then he knelt before her and hungrily connected his lips to hers, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth.
After fifteen minutes of tit playing, the two men loosened their grips, crossed back the room and sat on two chairs, watching the hot fucking in front of them.

John continued to bounce Carol up and down on his ravaging cock. She reached between her legs to squeeze his balls, stroking and probing them every time he plunged his cock in her pussy and releasing her grasp when he pulled out: the great length of his shaft pulled her too far to touch them.
Carol was feverishly excited: as John fucked her back and forth in her steaming cunt, she wanted reach her raging climax. John, from his part, was thinking that he had never had a woman who responded like this to his fucking cock: her cunt walls seemed to suck at his pulsing shaft and to draw his cock in ever deeper.
Since Carol’s own wild motions were moving her rapidly up and down on his cock, John released her grip on her armpits and slid his hands over her chest, cupping a whole tit in each large palm and squeezing hard.
He pulled back, flatting the two mounds to her chest and mashing her body tight to his. He dug his fingers into her tender tit-flesh, loving the feel of her firm boobs and long nipples into his hands. He mauled her tits just as his burning cock was mauling her pussy.
His prick was slamming into her cunt and massaged every inches of her inner tunnel as she slid up and down.
John enjoyed the domination and humilation of the older woman; without stopping his pumping motion, he said: “Nobody touched you here, baby; your pussy feels virgin to my cock!!”
Her weak voice: “Yes. . . yeeeees. . . nobody so close. . . master, you are bigger. . . much. . . much bigger.”
Carol’s belly swelled up under the pressure of the giant cock.
“Take it all, bitch!! Suck my cock into your cunt!!” John grunted.
“Ahhhhhhh. . . . yeeeees. . . it’s all into me. . . fuck. . . fuck me, master.”
She stared at the monstrous prick shaft skewering into her pussy and her body shuddered all over.

“Come here, boy; come and watch closely how this baby likes to be fucked by her daddy,” John called Carol’s son, who was sitting speachless on the floor, watching the fucking this giant was giving to her lovable mom.
Scott, completely stunned by the torrid session his mother and her ravisher were performing in front of him, went up to the fucking couple.
“Tear off your pants, kid,” ordered John. “Let’s see how hot you are.”
And the boy again obeyed, showing off his still limp, soft cock. The savage scene he had witnessed had blocked any physical reaction from his body: his gorgeous mother was an attractive woman and her nakedness always raised his sexual instincts, but the wild violence of this giant of a man was too much.
“Oh, poor boy, it ain’t hard!! Don’t you like fucking? May be you need some help.” And John’s hand left the tit and reached out, dwarfing the tender shaft of the boy with his meaty fingers and moving it, back and forth.
“Noooooooo. . . don’t touch him. . . he is my son. . . please, he is only a boy,” uttered Carol.
But John didn’t care: Scott’s cock was hardening under the gentle caresses of the big stud’s fist. Only few strokes and the prick shaft hardened up to a good 8 inches long cylinder of young meat.
Now Scott stood in front of his mother, whose body was mashed and impaled by the cruel giant: his stiffened prick was levelled with her head.
Abruptly John pushed forward the woman and shoved her face to her son’s crotch.
“Suck, bitch, fulfil your dreams and suck him. See how hard he is!!”
Carol was suffocating: her mouth was pushed against the hairy sac of her son and the grip of John on her delicate neck was hard as steel.
“Mom. . . ohhhhhhh mom,” Scott cried, feeling her lips over his prick and balls.
“Honey. . . forgive your mom. . . ohhhhhhh goood. . . I love you,” she moaned.
John released his hold and Carol wrapped her hands around her son’s beautiful young prick, opened her mouth and slurped her tongue over the cock-head.
“Ohhhhhhh. . . mom. . . again, mom, again. . . don’t stop, please.”
Both of them were becoming crazy. Still sitting on the lap of the young giant and bent forward, Carol moved her mouth, lips and hands all over her son’s genitals; both her tits were clutched and played, again, in the strong palms of John, while her cunt was fully stuffed by the long thick cock.
She sucked and pulled at Scott’s prick continually, her ass weaved in John’s lap and her pussy milked the long bar of meat.
“Suck, bitch, suck your son,” shouted John.
“Suck, mom, suck me, lick and suck my cock, make me come,” cried Scott.
And Carol obliged: she bobbed her head and tightened her hot lips around the prick, moaning and slurping. Her mouth was like a vacuum pump.
John watched Carol’s sucking mouth and a grin of lust appeared on his face.
Finally Scott came: “Ahhhhhhh. . . mom, I love you. . . my beautiful mom.”
There was a wet spurting sound. Carol was sucking and swallowing and sperm was dripping from her lips.
"Ahhhhhh. . . goooooood! I loved it! I love you, honey,” the woman yelled like crazy, when the spent cock get out of her mouth.

“Did you see, kid, what a great cock sucker is this babe? Sit down and watch; now I can play with this soft pussy and these bouncing boobs as long as I want,” said John.
Obediently Scott sat on the couch, beside the two lovers.
John tightened his embrace and pulled again the woman to his chest: immediately Carol started to ride again the rigid meat pole. She thrilled to the incredible hardness of the prick stick stuffing her cunt, as John continued to fuck madly her hot juicing pussy hole. Every time the gigantic cock slid out of her cunt, a wet spray of fuck juices increased the warm pool already formed on the couch between his thighs.
Salty rivulets of sweat ran down the two bodies: Carol raised her small hands and put them over his big palms, her tit flesh squishing and sliding in his powerful grasp.
Breathing in ragged gasps, John brought his mouth down on the soft curve of her neck.
“Ahhhhhhhh. . . daddy,” Carol squealed, as she felt his teeth clamping into her soft skin, digging and making a row of marks.
She writhed wildly, as her spasms intensified.
“Ohhhhhhh. . . yeeeeees, daddy, I’m cuuuuuuuuumming. . . fuck me, make me cum, big man. . . fuck my pussy with that monster cock. . . fuck your child,” Carol cried in her increasing orgasm.
The friction of John’s prick was driving her crazy, her hips bounced rhytmically up and down on his thighs.
John gave a loud gasp: her cunt was squeezing his shaft, like a soft fist closing repeatedly around his fucking rod, while her juices gushed hotly out of her inflamed cunt.
“Cum, baby; cum, you big titted mommy; I’m making you a woman, with this big cock; you sucked your son and now your master is fucking you and milking your big melons,” John shouted, as his bloated cock head plummered into the steaming depths of her pussy hole.
“Ohhhhhhh. . . gooooood. . . yeeees, I’m cuuuumming. . it’s soooooo good, I love you, master,” she screamed: she was like a mindless, rutting animal as she writhed in her passionate climax.

When Carol started to come down from her orgasm, she realized that John was still madly screwing his cock into her cunt with long heavy strokes, determined to enjoy every second of this incredible fucking. He was still bouncing her up and down and she didn’t know how long he would last. He was working her to another orgasm and she couldn’t resist him.
“This little lady, this rich bitch is the most sexy and depraved wife and mom I have ever met,” John was thinking. “She let me fuck the shit out of her in my lap and at the same time she was blowing up her son in front of everybody.”
John pulled his huge hands away from her mauled tits, letting the two mounds of bruised flesh move about in freedom, her skin tingling where he released his pressure. He slid his hands down and grasped her firm asscheeks, lifting her up and dislodging completely her body from his long prick: she was floating in mid air like a weightless thing.
“What. . . what are you doing?” asked Carol.
John didn’t answered. With a quick movement of his arms, he turned her around and sat her again in his lap; now she was facing him.
But John didn’t stop: he had another idea. With his large hands he circled her narrow waist, then he stood up and hoisting her, till her twat was levelled with his mouth, he made her whole body dangling effortlessly back and forth, in front of him.
This mature high class woman was much more than twice his age and he could manhandle her like she was a child; although she could be easily his mother, she called him daddy. These thoughts, together with the feel of her incredibly soft skin, her firm tit-flesh and her tender pussy he had penetrated till her inner womb, made him crazy.
Her cunt had been stretched by the long thick prick shaft he had fucked with wildness into her love tunnel and her juices were still leaking, wet and glistening over her thighs and legs.
Her clit stuck out from the top of her slit, throbbing and pulsating mightily. He reached up and took the little member between his lips: his mouth sucked vigorously and his tongue flicked the tiny bud.
“Ohhhhhhhhhh. . . myyyyyyyyy. . . uhhhhhhhhh. . . you baaaaastard. . . lick. . . lick. . . lick. . . you make me. . . craaaaazy. . . suck me, please. . . eat me. . . I’m yours. . . make me yours. . . I’m your woman. . . your girlfriend. . . ohhhhhhh, daddy. . .” Carol cried.
John lowered the woman. Now the head of the gigantic cock was pointing at her hairless cunt. Like a wild animal, ready to devour her prey, the young stud slid down Carol and inserted, in a quick motion, all the meat pole in her body. The gaped pussy didn’t gave resistance.
Then an unbelievable action happened in front of the stunned eyes of two men and one boy.
For five long minutes, uninterruptedly, the strong giant bounced the powerless woman up and down his member; he pulled her completely out and then slid her down again: she was freed and stuffed alternately, without pause. It was the wildest fucking scene that could be imagined.
Carol was unable to speach, completely crushed by the devastating fury: she closed and opened her mouth without emitting a sound, her tits jutting from her chest and bouncing about without pause.
Now John was close to explode: he couldn’t wait any longer. He had noticed a bed in the adjacent room: all of a sudden he stopped his violent pistoning and, holding Carol in his tight embrace, hurried there with vigorous strides.
“He is cradling her like she is indeed his child,” thoughts Scott, in a mixture of amazement and jealousy.
In the room, John put the woman on the bed and lay down beside her; then she was picked up and was accommodated on top of him. Her great tits caressed gently his face with their elongated hard nipples.
The feel of her swollen boobs gave him an uncontrollable sense of possession.
Clutching his voracious lips around one breast, he pulled it into his mouth, literally devouring the tender flesh, like it was a succulent food.
“Ohhhhhh. . . goooood. . . yeeees. . . suck my tit. . . eat my tit. . yes, big man, take it all. . you are so strong. . .” Carol cried with high pitched squeals.
When he released his bite, her entire tit was glistening of saliva.
Carol’s big melons were an incredible attraction for the young stallion.
“Nobody worked on them so much time and so hungrily, as this hunk of a man,” was thinking the astonished woman.
Now John was making Carol slide up and down his body and again he enjoyed her white firm flesh against his muscular hairy chest.
His slippery, jerking prick was caught between their bodies; Carol squirmed and wiggled on top of him and his cock slid about on her delicious skin. She loved the feel of John’s shaft, so long and hard and ready for a new great fucking. He slid Carol along his chest, till the head of his giant cock caressed her cunt lips and her inflamed clit.
John gripped her fleshy asscheeks as tightly as he had done with her boobs and kneaded them like mounds of dough. He loved the feel of Carol’s body: every square inch of this petite gorgeous woman was made for fucking.
Carol was moaning nonsense words of passion: she longed for that incredible feeling of being stuffed again by this huge, pulsating cock, letting John fuck endlessly the tender walls of her cunt.
“Let’s get this little pussy of yours heated up a little bit, mommy, before shoving all of this prick inside you,” said the giant.
“Ohhhhhhh. . . yes, daddy, you can fuck me all night, with this monster cock; you are the strongest man of my life; nobody fucked me as you,” Carol cried.
These words were like an injection of adrenalin for John: with his hand, he moved his cock head rapidly back and forth over the rigid nub of her pulsating clit, grunting in pleasure at the feel of the tiny nubbin of hard flesh, then he shoved the whole member into her fluttering pussy.
“Ohhhhhhhh. . . . ahhhhhhhhhhh. . . soooooooo big. . you are. . . fucking me. . again. . . ohhhhhhh. . . goooood,” Carol squirmed, as she was split again by the giant prick.
Her cunt still dripping from her earlier climaxes and the fuck juices coating his shaft gave an easy entry to the cock shaft.
Then John began a fucking merciless motion, pulling and pushing her petite body back and forth, making her think she was going to burst.
As John’s sex assault increased, Carol could only emit low whines of joy, feeling herself turned into an ultimate moment of incredible lust all through her naked body. She was joining a pleasure she had never known before. She wanted this moment to last forever, she wanted to be fucked and fucked by that monster of a cock until it shot off its burning white load of cum inside her, flooding her completely.
“Ohhhhhhhh. . . fuck me. . . fuck me. . . you big bastard!!” her voice being a mumble of passionate gasps.
She was cumming, now, like she had never cum before, she was hungry of cock, she was hungry of this young giant on top of her, who had destroyed all her inhibitions, who had transformed a rich, high class, mature wife and mother into a submissive sex slave, who totally owned her body and was using her like an object of pleasure.
And finally John came.
“Here it comes, baby!! All the way to your belly, child,” he shouted, feeling his balls explode with their load of thick cum. His hot white jizz spurted, like a geyser of pressured cream, out of his giant cock head into her vibrating pussy hole.
“Ohhhhhhhh. . . yeeeeees, daddy, give me all your cream,” Carol cried sharply, as she felt the giant prick pumping deeply into her womb, searing the walls of her sensitive cunt.
She was climaxing with an explosion of pleasure.
She tried to shove her hips downward, to get more of John’s prick into her, but his long member was already buried completely in her, spurting gob after gob of cum into her clutching hole.
She whimpered and cried in ecstasy. She was lost in a total orgasm, in a total passion. Her ow



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