Craig entered the room cradling Carol in his massive arms, like she was a child. He had deflowered the petite woman's ass in front of her son and fucked her snatch in the bathroom, before showering and drying her: it had been much more than a quick biting and sniffing of the captive housewife's body, like he said to Nick, Tom and John.
Now he was late. His friends were waiting in the kitchen and certainly they were eager to take their turn over the luscious, white woman, especially Tom and Nick: without considering that he had promised them a nice surprise.
But the tender, small and perfumed body of the rich, middle-aged, high-class lady, who had been transformed in a sex toy for an incredible night of lust was a big temptation for his sexual instinct. He was bouncing her like a doll in his sinewy dark arms and his cock, again, was hardening.
The room looked like a typical girl's bedroom.
Lynn was living there and nothing had been removed after her marriage.
Craig knew it, because Mr. Blum had explained everything, when he led him to the safe-box. And when, for curiosity, he had opened the drawers, he had found a lot of dresses belonging to a young girl. Lynn was the same size of her mother, as it clearly appeared from a family picture on the night table: therefore, the clothes she used to put on when she was eight-nineteen years old could be easily worn, now, by her mother.
Immediately the mind of the depraved man lightened: he would make Carol wearing her daughter's dresses, for the joy of his companions, who would have certainly appreciated his idea: a mature, petite lady dressed like a young woman, ready to be fucked by a group of big, tall, sex-starved studs.
There was a large chair in a corner: Craig sat down and put the naked woman on his lap, facing him. His hand leant on her chest, tenderly bouncing, in his palm, one quivering tit.
"What are you doing?" asked Carol.
"Just playing a little with you, baby," he replied.
"Again? . . . Please, man, give me some rest. You guys made me cum so much times, this night."
"Little one, you are mine and I'm not yet finished. Understand?"
His lips closed around one puffy nipple, sucking it hungrily and noisily, like a newborn who is filling his mouth with mother's milk.
Carol was terrified: this hunk of a man was insatiable. His enormous dong was hard like a stone: it was growing and pushing onto the undersides of her tits.
After removing his lips from her sore nipple, Craig circled her waist with both hands and tightened; then he lifted the older woman up, past his shoulders, like she was weightless.
"Open your legs," he ordered.
She obeyed and her spread legs dangled in the air, showing more of her pussy lips.
"Please, sir, please. . . put me down," she begged.
"Right now, child." And the stud lowered Carol, placing her twat over his open mouth; his teeth took the tiny protuberance of her clit and pulled on: the pink bud hardened, while his tongue started flicking and licking it mercilessly.
"Ohhhhhh. . . ohhhhhh. . . no more, please, no more," she pleaded, trying in vain to stop the devastating attack over her sensitive, fully erect member; but Craig continued to titillate the woman, till a wet secretion spilled in his mouth: he had driven Carol again to her climax.
He sucked her female juices, like crazy, making Carol moan and giggle feverishly; then he lowered her a little more, till her vee leaned on the tip of his monster cock, and he started rocking the woman back and forth, caressing her pink labia with his big helmet.
Back and forth, back and forth: Carol's senses were stimulated more and more.
Finally, with a sudden motion of his arms, he pushed her down, impaling the poor lady on the full length of his prick.
"Ohhhhhhhh. . . again . . you are in my womb," Carol yelled.
Her already stretched pussy had given easy access to the long shaft; Craig had inserted all of his prick in her insides, past her cervix: it had invaded the recess of her uterus.
With the woman firmly fixed over his meaty tool, her head nestled in his ample hairy chest and her tiny hands wrapped around his neck, Craig was freely rubbing his black fingers all over Carol's milky white frame, enjoying the softness of her smooth skin and the roundness of her lithe body.
Her big boobs, mainly, fascinated him: he loved palming them in his large hands, before modelling the fleshy mounds in two long cones, capped by two crinkle nipples which seemed to burst out, like bullets, at any time.
"You like my tits, don't you?" Carol giggled, like a schoolgirl. "You played with them so much, sir." She was proud of her boobs and loved to tease her friends and lovers, at the swimming pool, when she was wearing only a scant bikini bottom and her bare, bouncing tits aroused longing gazes from all the men, including her son.
When he released her sensitive breasts, still keeping his cock deep buried in her body, he moved the petite woman, in little circular motions, around his shaft, masturbating his member with her cunt-walls.
Carol was becoming crazy.
"I like it, ohhhhh. . . you make me cum again. . . never, never I have had so many orgasms."
"Who fucked you this way, little one?"
"Nobody. . . nobody; you are superior, ohhhhhhh. . . my god, what a cock; I'm yours, make me your sex slave."
"You are horny, baby; and I'm your master."
"Yes, yes, ohhhhhh. . . god, you are strong, master, your cock is so big; fuck, fuck me, please. . . . don't stop fucking."
His hands, now, were grasping again her big breasts, pulling and squeezing the white flesh, caressing her baby-soft skin.
"Ohhhhhh, you make me crazy, big man, play, play with my tits, ohhhhh. . ."
Carol's mind and body were devastated.
She screamed like a little calf, while the big stud continued to manipulate her mammary and to pound into her womb with such ferocity, as he would try to break her petite body. Her groans were all ecstasy and he lost track of the number of times he made her cumming. Then she passed out.
When he pulled out of her, he hadn't come yet; he wanted to keep his cum for the final orgy he had imagined: all of his companions and himself fucking the small housewife in her daughter's dresses.
The head of his dick made a soft burp when it slipped from her stretched out passage; her cunt juices left a small deposit on his hairy thighs.
Craig went to a cupboard, carrying the woman in his arms, opened a drawer and pulled out a pair of Lynn's white cotton panties, to clean his dick and legs and Carol's pussy. Then he dropped the girl's panties on the floor.
"It was one hottest fuck I got from you, man; you are all sex, you made me feel devoured, you drove me crazy," she told him, when she recovered her senses.
"Child," he had called her like John was doing. "This was just the beginning. Now, little one, you will get dressed like a girl. My friends are waiting for you, baby; there, in the kitchen, they are anxious to carry again, in their strong arms, the older, small lady and to cuddle her, like a child, before fucking the shit out of her. Go on, little one, take your daughter's clothes from the dresser and put them on. It's not difficult, for you, to find out the right things."
Carol didn't believe her ears. This man was mad! It was insane: to be dressed like her young daughter! And why? Just to satisfy their sadistic desire! And what would have they done to her? Four men! She loved sex, she loved big young cocks: but no more than one at a time. She had never experienced threesome: just imagine four eager cocks all together! They would have killed her.
And yet. . and yet, with her own surprise, she discovered to be intrigued, in a certain way, by the thought of what was starting to become an unbelievable, torrid orgy. Without considering that Craig, with his strength and violence, seemed not disposed to give her a chance.
"Go ahead, bitch, don't get me angry. Hurry up," he said, grounding the woman to her feet; and because Carol was still hesitating, Craig went himself to the dresser and opened one drawer.
What he found inside, a lacy black garter belt, gave him a brilliant idea.
He approached the naked woman and wound it around her waist, fastening the clasp in her back. The black elastic garters dangled loosely down her thighs. He picked up one sheer black nylon stocking and began pulling it taut along her thigh; he hitched it to the tiny clasp at the end of one of the garters; he repeated and completed the same operation with the other garters and stockings. Then he made the woman moving and turning around, in front of him and examined her closely: it was absolutely enchanting the way the lacy black belt stretched taut across her flat belly and the garters dug into her pale upturned asscheeks.
"Pretty nice," he murmured. "This should catch the eyes of my horny friends."
He made her dressing a crisp white blouse and a very short navy blue skirt. Fantastic! The blouse was open almost to her navel, a white scarf was tied around her forehead as a headband and her hairs tumbled about her face sexily. No panties, no bra: the way her big boobs rolled around loose would have driven the men crazy: he was sure.
Carol stood in front of the mirror and her feminine vanity replaced definitely the initial fear: she looked so nice! Four turned-on studs were waiting for her, ready to take possession of her childlike body and give her the most wild experience she had never tried: she was proud of the attraction a middle-aged woman like herself was still able to catch from some young well endowed guys.
She applied gobs of dark eye shadow, to give herself a more sluttish look and daubed her lips with a thick coating of bright red gloss. She grinned, to think how the lipstick would be smeared off over four different cocks, before the night was over.
"Okay, baby, you are ready. Follow me." And Craig led her to the kitchen.
It was the first time, after the invasion of her house, that Carol was walking on her own feet and not arm-carried by one of those strangers; and it was the first time they had let her covering her naked body.
