Author's Note:
This is the revision of "Night of Lust for a Small Woman" (first Chapter), written by Thekarpathianman, who fully agrees for my submission.
Please be informed that all the characters are eighteen years old or more.
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Everything starts at 9 p.m., in the suburban area of a small town.
The four fugitive convicts have no difficulties to enter the unguarded, luxurious Blum's property: a big house surrounded by a large lovely backyard, with a sunning deck and a pool.
Through the rear door, they reach the living room where they surprise the entire family: Frank and Carol Blum and their eighteen years old son Scott.
The woman sits on a couch, beside the boy; she wears a silky, green, sleeveless blouse, a short white skirt, a pair of black sheer stockings over her well-shaped legs and a pair of red stiletto pumps with pointed tips.
Mom and son are watching television, but the boy seems to be much more interested in her body; with his hand around her shoulders, he is massaging, up and down, with slow motions, the bare skin of her upper arm, clearly enjoying the contact of his rubbing fingers with the white motherly flesh.
Frank, the husband, sits on a comfortable large chair, at the opposite side of the room, deeply absorbed in the reading of a book.
Carol, first, notices the four intruders; without a word, she springs out of her seat and runs to a second door; her intention is to escape, but one of the strangers, a white young giant of a man, is fast to run after her, out of the room; in few seconds he grabs Carol around the waist and lifts her trembling body up in his massive arms, like a weightless doll.
When he comes back to the living room, effortlessly carrying his captured, terrified squealing prey, his companions have already neutralized any reaction from the other two family members.
"Okay, baby," he shouts to his female victim. "Now the show is starting!"
Ten minutes later: blouse and skirt of the woman, disintegrated into shredded pieces of cloth, are scattered everywhere; someone has placed the red stiletto pumps over the table and a lacy, black, destroyed bra hangs from the chandelier; buttons have flown everywhere.
Her stockings have been wrapped around the mouth of father and son, whose hands and ankles are tied up with dish-clothes from the kitchen; the two captives are sitting on the floor, near the fireplace, surrounded by three threatening black guys.
Carol Blum, still helplessly cradled in the arms of her gigantic captor, has been totally undressed, but for a pair of skimpy black panties, matching with the torn bra.
The woman is a charming brunette in her early fifties who, although her mature age, looks no more than thirty, thirty five years old, as the result of her long attendance, since teenager, to the gym workouts. Barely standing four feet ten inches tall, she maintains in an excellent shape her small but gorgeous body: an all-natural, perfect beauty, with a very narrow waist and slender legs.
A big portion of her less then ninety-five pounds of firm flesh is distributed over her double D bust and round ass cheeks.
Her incredibly large, ivory white breasts, capped by two protruding rock hard pink nipples, are a miracle of gravity; still solid and just sagging a little, in a delicious way, due to their heaviness, they look like bursting at any time from her small body. Her numerous lovers are crazy for them; and her son, too.
Her tummy is flat, adorned with a sexy navel; her succulent ass-cheeks are meaty spheres (meaty, not fat), whose firmness and roundness are enhanced by the deep cleavage of her ass-crack.
Her thighs are invitingly soft and fleshy, with no hint of cellulite. Her skin is clean and smooth, not affected by the wrinkles of the age.
The delicate profile of an angel face, two green eyes accompanied by a little pert nose, two full crimson lips opening to a double crown of white perfect teeth, her dark, short cut hairs over a tender neck: all of her physical attributes make Carol a true bombshell; better to say: a pocket Venus that every man, including her son, would like to feel up.
And now this gorgeous little treasure of a housewife is in full control of a hunk of a man who, after savagely denuding her, in front of her husband and son, holds her up, in his massive arms, like a child, and lasciviously rubs her small, curvaceous, tender body with his rough hands.
John is the name of this giant stud: a solid muscular frame, seven feet four inches tall, who tips the scale well over three hundred pounds. Twenty-two years old, blonde hairs, broad shoulders, narrow waist and rippling muscles: he has the look of a body builder and the strength of a weight-lifter. Everyone knows him as John "the Rod", due to the extremely large size of his monster cock.
In spite of his young age, he has been already sentenced three times; and all of them for rape.
His last performance was in a school, after lessons, where he had trapped, abused and repeatedly fucked, for almost fifteen hours and in any imaginable way, three female teachers. When the police burst into the building, they found two naked women, all cum-covered, laid unconscious in a pool of their own piss.
The third victim was a math teacher, still attractive at sixty years: grey-haired, a fairly tall elegant figure and equipped with a set of abundant, jutting out breasts. When John was caught in the act, he was holding the woman up in the air, face away, totally impaled in her anus, one of his hands wrapped around her plump thighs, the other one around her chest. He was slamming his enormous thirteen inched cock deeply into her ass, up and down, ignoring her pleadings and yells: one of her boobs was tightly squeezed in his huge palm, while the second one was freely swaying from side to side, rhythmically, like a pendulum.
For the third time, John was put in jail, where he met three black guys: Nick, Tom and Craig.
All together they escaped from the prison; all together they invaded the Blum's house.
Still holding Carol in his arms, the young giant has accommodated the beautiful wife in the crook of his elbow: she faces him, her right small hand gripping, for support, his broad shoulder.
"What's your name, honey?" he gently asks.
"Carol," she meekly answers.
"How old are these big hooters, lil one?" unceremoniously he asks again.
"I'm fifty-two," she whispers.
"Wooowww!!" he exclaims to his black friends. "What a luck, guys! A nice old little pussy! A true cute milf! And all for us! Watch these boobies!" he continues, reaching out his free hand, to cup from the bottom Carol's left tit, before bouncing it in his palms, like checking its weight. "Wouldn't you like to suck on these melons?" A chorus of approval comes from the other side of the room.
He starts to flick, with his darting tongue, an erected nipple. "Yummy. . ." he says, raising his mouth from the pink bud and licking his lips with evident satisfaction.
"Put me down, please, young man," the woman implores. "We have money and jewels! Take away what you want and let us free! Please! Please! Don't hurt us!!"
A sarcastic laugh follows. "Don't be ridiculous, little slut! We're not so stupid! Your fucking money and jewels are ours: we'll take them away with us, before leaving! But now" and he reinforces his words with a playful smack on one swinging boob "what we need is your small gorgeous body. After ten months! Ten months! Understand what I mean? Ten months without a pussy, a tit, a piece of female flesh! Now a classy babe like you, with these jugs, and ass, and white soft skin is just the right fuck-toy to play with! The right prize for some big famished young men like us!" John's hand continues to massage her full breast, like it is his property.
