Young Studs for Carol

Still spent, Scott was gazing in amazement at the scene in front of him.

John was laying on the bed and mom was locked in his embrace.

After being thoroughly fucked, the unconscious Carol was resting in the arms of the big stud, who loved cradling in his massive arms the mature, hot milf. Her small size fitted perfectly in his large frame, like a little baby fondled by an adult.

John's lips were gently kissing the beautiful face of his naked asleep lover, while his huge hands caressed the jutting curves of her breasts and ass.

He had screwed the mature lady like his cock was the piston of a well oiled engine and he had made her squeal and scream like he had never heard in his life. He had extended her multiple orgasms to the highest possible level, before filling up her whole sex box, down to her womb, with a torrent of powerful floods, and yet his hunger for this female prey was not satiated.

The naked victim, totally displayed to his lewd gaze and totally available to his ravenous hands, mouth and cock, was the most delectable object of pleasure he would have ever figured in his perverted mind, before meeting with her.

A middle aged babe, mother and wife, captured in her own house in front of her family; her small, clean and luscious body to die for; her full, heavy breasts, her tight, round buns, her perfectly shaved little pussy, hiding a very sensitive pearl, her white, tender flesh, her soft, unblemished skin: all of her body claimed to be used and abused forever.

When Carol opened her eyes, getting out of her torpor, John stood up in all his gigantic size, gathering her up, like a little baby.

He had easily lifted her up in the air, supporting her boby, in horizontal position, with the strength of his huge arms.

Then his mouth started kissing and licking her smooth skin, back and forth, from the swollen breasts to the pink folds of her still gaping cunt.

The woman didn't struggle; she giggled happily, clearly pleasured by his gentle tonguing, after the wild fucking from his monster cock.

She accepted to be rocked in his embrace and when he rolled her body around and applied his lips to the little mole, on the left side of her chest, tickling it with expert flicks of his oral member, she let out soft, girlish like moans.

"You love it, don't you, little one?" he whispered in her ear.

"Ohhhh. . . John, you are so big! I really feel like a child, when you carry me!" she exclaimed.

"And you get me so hot, Carol!" he smiled. "Your little body is nearly driving me crazy, when I have you in my hands! You love to have sex with me, don't you, babe?"

"Ohhhhhh. . . yeeesssss. . . you give me the most incredible sex I've ever had, you big stud! Nobody. . . nobody like you. . ."

"I can fuck you down to your womb, baby! Nobody, before me, had been so deep inside you!" And his words were followed by a sharp love bite on her left tit, that made her shriek.

Then the big stud, uncaring of her yells, moved her effortlessly, still keeping her firmly in his arms, till her body was turned around and her back faced his mouth.

His right hand was circling her thighs, while the other one was cupping one meaty breast, holding up her torso.

The white, round, upturned buns were displayed to him, like an appetizing food. He gazed at them and again he pulled out his tongue.

Carol gasped, as she felt his lips; they were running up and down, alternately, along the crack of her magnificent butt. He licked her puckered anus over and over, probing and sucking the little hole, biting the smooth skin of the twin cheeks, pushing his nose as far up her anal ring as to smell her inner juices.

"Ohhhhhh. . ." she pleasantly cooed. "You dirty boy. . . you dirty bastard!"

"Damn. . . how good you taste, little one!" he exclaimed, with excitement, looking at her buttocks. "You make me horny!!"

From her position, the woman could see the huge and fully erect cock swinging from side to side, under her suspended body, while the young stud was carrying her again to bed.

With a grin of lust and delight on his face, he sat on the edge and, rolling Carol in his arms, he made her stand up.

Now she was facing him: her small feet were planted on his hairy thighs and her small hands were wrapped around his neck. His hands circled her tiny waist, taking her in place.

From the bed's corner Scott was ogling at the two lovers, who were starting a new fuck session.

"Shit, dude, this babe is a hot piece! If I had a mommy like this in the house, I'd put her in bed and fuck the old chick all day long!" John exclaimed. "Watch these jugs! Watch these nipples! Hard like rocks! Fuck, I love them, I have to taste them! I have to give a fucking lesson to this old wife with these juicy melons!"

"Ohhhhhh. . . gooodddd. . . you want to fuck me again, big man?" she asked. "You are never tired. . . you are so. . . strong. . . ahhhhhhhh. . . "

She didn't continue: the giant had lifted her above his shoulders with the only help of his strong hands and now he was looking up at the small woman, grinning lewdly, while her legs were freely dangling.

"Never tired, baby! Never tired of your pussy toy, Mistress Blum! Look down at this tool, lady! Is it big enough for you?"

"Yes. . . yes. . . it's the biggest. . . cock. . . of my life," she gasped.

"Spread your legs, little one!" he ordered. "Yes, yes. . . like that. . . good girl. . . you're a good little girl, Carol!"

Now her legs were going to give access to the gigantic dick; her cunt, still wet and gaped open from the recent fucking, was ready to accept again in the inner cavern the invasion of the long thick shaft.

"Watch, boy, watch your mom!" John enjoyed to show his great performance to the speachless Scott. "Watch the way I'm impaling the bimbo on my sixteen inches!"

His cock head was scraping her pussy lips and clit; the mature lady was giggling like a schoolgirl, as the young stud was making her jiggle like a rag doll, suspended in the air by his hands.

Then, in a sudden motion, he made her body sliding down, along the massive pole, up to the hilt.

"Aaaaahhhhhhh. . . myyyyy!" she yelled: her uterus had been again invaded by his incredible manhood.

"In your womb, slut. . . I'm in your fucking womb!" and after putting his hands around the cheeks of her face, he bent down, to french kiss her, with his tongue deep in her oral cavity.

Her legs were laying on the bed, on either side of his hips. He made her bounce up and down on him a few times, enjoying the loud screams she was letting out.

"Ohhhhhh. . . please. . . please. . . soooo. . . big. . . ohhhhhhhh!!"

"It's too much, baby?" he asked. "Okay, little chick! Don't cry; daddy's giving you a rest, now. Daddy loves his little child!"

And, tightening the grip on her waist, he lifted her completely off his long shaft, making her dangle, like a rag doll, in front of him. Her huge tits swayed and rolled: two inflated balloons, decorated by a pair of delicious hard nubs, surrounded by the wrinkled skin of the rosy areolas.

"Watch your mommy, Scott, watch her leaking pussy," he said to her son. The monster cock had stretched her pussy to its maximum: her labia were gaping open, her clit was erect like a little finger, her entire crotch a wet expanse. He glued his lips to her cunt and started eating out, twirling his tongue inside the love channel, tasting her most intimate juices.

"Ohhhhh. . . suck me, big man, suck my clit. . . please. . . " she moaned.

"Beg me, child!!" he shouted, after raising his head from her twat.

"Yes. . . yes. . . I beg you, please, suck me. . . please!" she implored.

"Who's your daddy, Mistress Blum?" he insisted.

"You, big boy. . . you. . . you're my daddy. . . my master!"

"And who's my child, Mistress Blum?"

"I. . . I'm your child, daddy," she cried insanely. "You made me your child, daddy, your little slave. . . lick my clit, daddy, lick it now . . . please!"

John had mercy of her. His tongue found her clit and flicked it, then he pulled the succulent bud with his teeth and hungrily suckled it.

"Ohhhhhh. . . god," she squealed mindlessly, as he continued to work on her sensitive nub. It quivered in his mouth, as the intensity of her pleasure was driving her crazy.

She moaned and cried. "Ohhhhh. . . I can't stand it, daddy, you make me mad!"

His lips were devastating her clit. The mature woman writhed, bucked and jerked, totally pleasured by the torment he was giving her.

A gush of juice flew out of her cunt and ran along her thigh.

"You have had enough, child! Time for cock, now! Come to daddy, baby!" John exclaimed. And, with a single thrust, he pulled her down, to fully impale again the poor lady on his dong.

The long dick was so firmly planted in her insides, that he was able to remove his hands from her waist and put them back, around his neck, while Carol continued to remain easily seated on his cock, without falling from her position.

John was loudly laughing. "Who gave you this treat, baby? The boyfriends who cuckolded your sissy husband?"

"Nooooo. . . nobody. . . nobody. . . ohhhhh. . . your cock. . . your big cock is all in my pussy. . . again. . . it's like a tree. . . ahhhhh!" she was crying. "Watch me, Scott. . . watch your mom. . . he's fucking me. . . watch your slutty mom!"

And finally Scott spoke: "Do it, mom, do it, it's all right, mom. . . take it, take it all. . . I love you, mom, I love seeing you fucked by this monster!" The boy was crazily excited by the erotic scene of the fucking couple: her small, naked mom and the young gigantic stud.

"Pull your nipples, whore," John shouted. "Let me see your fucking tits all stretched, when I'm doing your married pussy!"

The petite housewife was totally submitted to her big captor. She brought her hands to her long nipples and took the two nubs between index and thumb, pulling them so hard as though she was going to rip them off her chest.

"Go ahead, baby, don't stop," the guy incited her. He moved his hips up and down, alternately, bouncing the small, busty woman on his large lap, still holding her solidly screwed on his huge tool.

Carol gasped, tossing her head back, her legs wide open. "Ahhhh. . .!" she screamed throatily, like a bitch in heat, under the incessant action of the young guy, while her fingers continued to pull her own nipples in rhythm with his thrusts.

The squishing sounds from the friction of the gigantic cock against the wet flesh of her love tunnel were filling the room.

It was the most arousing erotic sight her son had ever figured, including the porno movies he had seen in the last year. And his mother was there.

"Hey, boy," John exclaimed. "Watch mom's belly swell up! Look how it lumps out, with all of my prick inside it! And what a nice soft pussy!"

"Ahhhh. . . ohhhh. . .!" Carol moaned in ecstasy, nearly out of her mind, her eyes bulging from her head, her fingers tormenting the peaks of her breasts.

Then he moved again his hands towards her, gripped her waist and pulled her completely out of his cock. He glued his mouth on her jutting tits, laving and biting all of them with his ravenous tongue and teeth; he made her sigh and shudder in pleasure, while her toes scraped the head of his huge member.

John was handling the mature woman like she was no more than a toy, a little plaything to enjoy in any way he could imagine. The presence of her son, who watched in amazement, without caring to disguise his arousal, added more lust to the action.

For at least fifteen minutes his strong hands, without pause, lifted and dropped alternately his luscious prey, calling her all the dirty names under the sun and making her scream like a woman possessed.

"Ohhhhh. . . yes. . . fuck, fuck me. . . do my pussy. . . ohhhhh. . . you bastard. . . fill me harder. . . make me cum . . . again . . ohhhhh. . . god . . cum. . . cum!"

Carol had lost the count of how many times she had been fucked, how many times she had orgasmed, since she had met John and his buddies. These guys, and especially this gigantic stud, with a monster cock between his legs, were insatiable.

How many times had they penetrated her cunt and ass, how many times had they played with her clit, felt her supple breasts and asscheeks, fingered her holes?

She didn't know, but one thing was sure: at age fifty-two, she had been captured, in her own house, by a group of fugitive convicts, who had transformed her luscious body in their object of pleasure. Fully naked all the time, in front of them, in the last twenty-four hours she had become nothing more than a sex toy, a little plaything for these big studs.

And, to add more lust, they had her horny son involved in their naughty games.

Her first resistance had been easily and briefly overwhelmed, giving up to her sensual nature: she loved being handled by all of them like a little baby, she loved their kisses and caresses, she loved those huge, devastating cocks. Now, firmly held in John's arms, she loved being bounced like a doll in his lap, fully impaled on his long shaft.

"Ohhhhh. . . daddy. . . daddy. . . ahhhhhhhh. . .!!!" Her shameless screams of extreme rapture filled the room.

"Yes, baby, yes. . . cum for your daddy. . . squirt your honey. . . squirt on my cock. . .!" he encouraged the mad woman.

"Cum. . . cum. . . again. . . again. . ." she cried loudly, as she turned her lustful gaze up to his face and her fingers desperately grasped his hairy chest and roughly twisted his dark nipples.

A final flood of juice flew out of her twat, coating the monster dick. Then Carol collapsed on his torso, her body covered in sweat, his tool still buried in her twat.

"I'm done," she said, in a feeble voice.

"Have I finished you off, child?" John asked, in a proud tone.

"Yes, daddy. . . yes. . . nothing more," she implored. "Nothing more. . . ohhhhhhh. . . please, come out of me. . . please, daddy!!"

"Okay, little one, don't cry," he mocked her; and, in a single jerk, he pulled her body up, getting himself out of her pussy, with a drenched squishy sound.

"Aaaaahhhhhhh. . . " she groaned in discomfort.

For one long minute he held his female trophy high in the air, above his head, with his large hands clasped around her waist, enjoying the sight of an aged, busty lady he had just dominated with a wild fucking into her cunt; streams of pussy fluids were still leaking from her crotch, leaving a trail down her fleshy inner thighs.

He made her body swing back and forth, her legs dangling like she was a marionette, her swollen boobs erotically bouncing and wobbling around.

He looked up, mesmerized by the view of her nicely shaped tits, capped by her puckered, prominent nipples and her rosy areolas. He was in heaven. He was close to cum.

"Please. . . please, daddy. . . put me down!!" she pleaded.

"You want it, pet? Beg me, child, beg your daddy!" he insisted, giving her another twist. The sounds from her oscillating and slapping titflesh were so exciting.

"I beg you, daddy. . . please. . . put me. . . ohhhhhhhhh. . .!!" John had lowered her just to make the head of his long, hard dong scraping the twin pearls of her nipples.

Carol giggled.

Her tits, the same tits that had caused a lot of men drooling on them, during her pool parties, when she used to tease the male guests long enough to make them crazy, before offering the treasures of her body just to her preferred boyfriend, were now permanently exposed, in all their nakedness, to a group of escaped convicts.

She was no more in control. On the contrary! These brutal guys had invaded the house and captured her; she had become a succulent prey for all of them; the rich, dominant wife and mother had been turned into a sex slave, to be played by some young, well endowed studs: anywhere, anytime and anyhow.

She was no more than a human toy; and John, the big giant of the company, who had just fucked her, ravaging her small pussy with his monster tool, in front of her son, was well determined to abuse her body and fulfil any kind of perversion.

After having positioned her in his arms, he had pulled one of her jutting buds inside his mouth, swirling and rolling it between his lips; and Carol, her head thrown back and her eyes closed, was incessantly moaning, clearly pleasured.

"Did you see, boy, how to handle a little sexy number like this hot mom of yours?" the big stud asked her son, while his cock head was again playing with her pinkish nipples. "Do you want to see more? Watch carefully, dude, because I'm ready to explode and this little thing asks just to be filled up with sperm!"

"Yes, John, yes! She loves your cock" the excited Scott exclaimed.

"Okay, kid, watch and learn!!" he exclaimed.

"You love my dick, don't you?" he asked her. "Tell your son what my dick is doing!"

"Ohhhhhh. . . dirty bastard. . ."

But John didn't let her continue. "Tell your son, bitch! Tell him what I'm doing, or I'll tie you up and put you all naked on the road, for the first starved trucker in the night!!"

"Nooooo. . . please. . . nooooo. . ." she cried. It was impossible to disobey his orders. "Okay, daddy. . . okay. . . don't beat me. . . please. . . please, daddy," she screamed. And to Scott: "Watch, honey. . . he plays with my tits . . . watch the big cock. . .watch my tits. . . ohhhhhhhh. . . again. . . again!!"

The long shaft was sliding along her cleavage; it was caressing the soft skin between the two fleshy hills. Then the engorged tip thrust onto her chin and John felt his semen boiling in his gigantic balls: an eruption, ready to explode.

He loved, of course, to bed and deflower the young teen pussies. But how much better was this older chick! How much better was to dominate a married housewife! Her luscious body, the velvet texture of her flawless skin! This babe asked just to be manipulated and tasted by him! She was so soft, so round, so submissive! Her ivory white breasts, adorned by two incredibly elongated nubs, dangled on her chest like a pair of ripe, juicy melons: the big stud gazed at them with lust.

He manoeuvred the woman on the bed, making her kneel down, beside him, with her face resting on his dick. Her jugs were gently wobbling against his lap, sending erotic waves of excitement through his body. He couldn't help to reach out and close entirely in his huge hand one bouncing globe, caressing its smoothness and feeling its softness.

"Ohhhhhh. . . please. . . please. . . don't hurt my tit. . . you're so big!!" Her voice was trembling, but he didn't care.

"Take the tip in your mouth, bitch!" he ordered, and his free hand firmly pushed her head against the upper end of his colossal shaft.

"Mmmmmmmmm. . . " Carol moaned, quite choking. She opened her lips, but his girth was too large for her to fit the monster inside her mouth.

"Spread your fucking lips, whore! Don't make me upset, or I'm going to squeeze this sweet boob of yours like a lemon squash!!" and his fingers increased the grip around the captured breast.

These words scared the mature housewife. She tried to close her tiny palm around the gigantic shaft, but there was no way: it was too thick and the woman had to use both hands. With all her fingers wrapped around the beefy stalk, she started to pull it towards her pouting lips, while the pressure of John's strong hand on the back of her head helped her into the prone position.

When, finally, she barely fit the head of the monster inside her oral cavity, her lips were all sore for the wide extension of her mouth: she had no chance to gulp in her throat all these inches of hard meat, without suffering a permanent damage.

John well understood that the small woman had reached her physical limits; and he didn't want to destroy his beautiful toy, the lovely wife's body. He had in mind so many delightful games, still to be played with her!