Author's Note
This is the third Series of Carol's Stories.
First Series is "Night of Lust for a Small Woman" (4 Parts)
Second Series is "Young Studs for Carol" (9 Parts)
Herein below is a short summary of the previous Stories.
Carol Blum, a married brunette(52yo) and her younger son Scott(18yo) have just started, in secret, an incestuous liaison, though she doesn't allow him a full sexual relationship.
One evening the house is invaded by a group of four escaped convicts; one white and three black guys. They capture the entire family and repeatedly rape the woman. Then the husband is sent away, together with one of the intruders, whilst Carol and Scott remain in the house, at the mercy of three young (in their early twenties) big sex starved brutes. The white one of them, in particular (his name is John: a giant of more than seven feet tall), takes advantage of the mature, short(4'10"), gorgeous lady, who is sexually and verbally abused in front of her son.
The incestuous attraction between Carol and Scott is easily found out: this increases the lustful desires of the three fugitives. The woman, on the other hand, is not a faithful wife. Her marital life is full of escapades and she regularly cuckolds her husband, mainly with younger, tall men. In fact, after some initial shyness (due to the presence of her son), she is not too much reluctant to accept the torrid sessions with John and his black companions (Nick and Tom).
In the last part of the second Series Scott finally has sex with Carol and John convinces Carol to ask her friend Helen to join the group. Helen(42yo,5'tall, lactating mother of her newborn son and intimate with Carol)accepts and drives to the Blum's house, where John is ready to receive her.
The following Characters are also cited in the present Story:
.Brad: brother of Carol's son-in-law
.Rudy: Helen's older, incestuous son. He also sexed Carol on two occasions
.Frank: Helen's second husband
.Bert: Carol's lover
I added this Story to "Group Sex" Section, but it includes also "Incest" and "Interracial".
All the Characters in this Story (like the previous ones in my Series) are over eighteen years old, but if you are offended by sexually explicit descriptions, or incest subject, please don't read it.
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The red city-car crosses the sliding door and enters the Blum's property.
The driver, Helen, is a stunning female in her early forties; beautiful face, pale blue eyes, cute little nose, big full lips, her hair tied in a long ponytail.
She wears a green sleeveless tight blouse, closed by only two buttons over the prominent hills of a generous set of breasts; her round fleshy arms are exposed in all their sensual nudity. A very short skirt provides an ample view of her well-shaped thighs. Her small feet are encased in a pair of white sport shoes.
A towering male figure emerges from the shadow and opens the driver's door.
"Welcome to us, beauty!" John says, with a broad grin on his face.
"My god!!" Helen says, startled by the sudden appearance of the gigantic frame. The muscled stud's seven feet four inches tower over her small body, as an evil grin crosses his big lips.
"Who. . . who are you?" she asks in a whisper.
"I'm Carol's educator" he answers.
"Educator?" the woman exclaims, with surprise. "What does it mean?"
"It means that I've introduced your friend Carol and her son Scott to a new lifestyle. With the help of my companions." His hand, through the driver's open window, has already reached her upper arm and he is gently caressing the smooth, lightly sweat coated skin.
"A new lifestyle?" her surprise continues. "What is that?"
"You'll see it by yourself, doll!" His huge hand has taken full hold of her soft flesh, while his other hand opens the driver's door.
"My name is Helen!" she says, clearly annoyed by his rough language. "How this hunk of a stranger dares to take all these liberties over me?" she thinks in her mind.
"Helen? Nice name! Come here, baby!" and he pulls her, gently but firmly, out of the car. Now she stands before him, her five feet barely reaching the height of his navel.
"And you, tall man? What's your name?" she asks. "My god -she thinks- this mountain of meat could rip me in shreds!"
"John, if you want to know!" he laughs coarsely. "But you can call me daddy, like your friend Carol does!"
"Daddy? What a stupid thing! I'm a married wife and mother, not a teen chick or a schoolgirl!" Helen's words clearly betray her embarrassment. This guy is certainly in his early twenties: half her age. "Young, but well determined" she thinks: like a dominant expert man.
"How old are you, hottie?" John asks crudely, showing no respect for the mature lady. And, without asking her permission, he picks Helen's bag from the car's seat and swings it onto his back.
"Forty-two!" she replies, in a weak tone. "And you?"
"Old enough to give the babes like you what they deserve!" and in a rapid motion, without effort, he scoops the mature woman up in his strong arms.
"Hey. . . what's going on?" she yells, as the young giant walks her towards the house.
"Just carrying to the right place all this lovely merchandise!" he replies, following the last word with a gaze to the swells of her gorgeous breasts, barely contained by the tight blouse. "Carol always loves to be cradled this way, like a little child. And I comply!"
"Carol is a decent lady. How did you meet her?" she asks.
"Through some gym's guys. We play in an amateur basketball team and we stopped downtown for a couple of days. She invited the three of us here, because husband is out!" his words are followed by a naughty laugh. "And we're returning her kindness in the best way!" he says, holding her body up like a doll. Now Helen looks more relaxed, in the arms of her porter.
"Basketball players! Wow!" Helen thinks in her own mind, in excitement "Thanks, Carol, thanks for inviting me here, to a party with three young, athletic studs! Cuddled and fondled by them! Why not? I'm bored to stay all the time at home to nurse the baby and share my boobs and pussy with Frank and Rudy! Rudy, mainly, is so possessive, so jealous! Today is my freedom day!"
"I understood from Carol that you are friends of her husband" Helen says. She has definitely accepted, like the most natural thing, to be carried like a baby in the arms of a young stranger she has just met, for the first time, no more than ten minutes before.
"Who? The old faggot?" John exclaims with disdain. "Nothing to do with him! A hot little number like Carol deserves a proper treatment. She needs one true man! Better if she gets more than one!" You should hear how loudly she moans and screams in bed. Believe me!"
"Oooohhh. . . now I understand what kind of education and lifestyle this hunk and his buddies are giving Carol." -Helen thinks- "But Scott? What about him? Does he accept to watch his mom treated that way, at home, by these satyrs? From my part I'll not let them exceed the borderline with me. They can play, yes, but not between my thighs! Especially in front of Scott!"
As Helen's mind is crossed by these thoughts, they arrive inside the house, to the living room.
"Here we are, baby!" John says emphatically, depositing the woman to the floor.
Then he hands out her bag. "Go to wear your swimsuit, baby. I'll wait here for you, before we'll join the group.
Ten minutes later Helen comes back: barefoot and clad in a skimpy bikini swimsuit.
Stunning, simply stunning!
"Baby, you're a bombshell!" John exclaims with a whistle of approval. "Lemme watch you better, hottie!" He grabs Helen by her hips, then raises her up and places her on the table, in a standing up position, facing him. Their heads are at the same level.
Helen's blue bikini, better to call it microkini, is nothing more than a composition of three tiny triangles of cloth: one over her crotch and two over a little portion of her boobs. A set of "spaghetti" straps, almost invisible, completes the garment.
John turns the woman around, to admire her back side, then again the front one. His eyes are delighted by a festival of round, copious, luxuriant flesh. Her pale white body is totally exposed, apart from the few square inches of her clit, pussy lips, nipples and areolae. The mature gorgeous babe is proudly standing in front of the young, tall stud: all suckable, all lickable, all 'eatable'.
"D'you like what you see, handsome?" she asks in a teasing way.
"Oh Christ, baby! You've got a body all guys would love to serve!" He reaches out his big palms to finger the naked, soft, unblemished flesh of the outer sides of her protruding tits.
"Take off your hands, you big hunk!" Helen shows a look of feigned reproach.
But he doesn't care and finally she lets him take advantage of her body, without further protesting.
For some minutes his fingers continue to trace her soft curves, giving them some little, gentle slaps which make her swollen breasts move erotically, back and forth on her chest, while her little hands stroke his large shoulders.
"You're fantastic, baby! Come to daddy!" John exclaims, grabbing Helen and lifting her up from the table, like a feather.
She giggles, cradled in his huge arms.
"Nick and Tom are anxious to meet the gorgeous friend of our little Carol. Don't let them wait!" he says to the woman, while proceeding very briskly to the backyard.
Now Helen can clearly hear the high pitched feminine squeals of Carol, mixed to some harsh masculine laughs and sounds of splashed water.
"D'you hear, baby?" John exclaims. "My buddies know very well how to entertain your little friend!"
"And Scott? Where is he?" she asks.
"Scott? Into the games! Without inhibition! Mom and son have never been so close!" he replies, walking to the poolside with a large, winking smile on his face.
