Retirement Home’s Tiny Lady (Senile Gangbang Slut) – Pt. 3

It's Thanksgiving. Martin, Johnny and four friends – have Betsy at their home for a family dinner. She’s the only menu item. One senile old slut for six cocks.

“What’s this?” Martin asked, reading the Retirement Home’s message board.
Tanya, the Head Nurse, glared at him. “It’s just what it says. Have the old people spend Thanksgiving with families.”
Johnny joined Martin at the message board. Moments later, without a word between them, both young men knew what the other was thinking.

Casually, Martin offered, “Johnny and I are having dinner with some friends. I guess Betsy could join us for dinner… and some fun.”

“Sure,” Tanya snapped. “But if she’s in one of her dementia moods, she won’t even know where she is.”
“That’s OK,” Johnny said, trying to sound caring, “It’d still be nice to show her a fun day.”

“Whatever,” Tanya mumbled. “Just fill out the paperwork.”

Thanksgiving morning, Martin and Johnny drove to the Retirement Home to pick up Betsy, the senile 68 year old woman they’d been molesting. Their friends waiting for them at home.

“Hi Betsy,” Johnny said, walking into her room. “Ready for a good meal? We have lots of things for you to eat.”
“You came. Honey, I’m so happy to see you.” Betsy’s blue eyes twinkled as she extended her arms toward the boys.

“Of course we did… mommy,” Martin replied, relieved Betsy had no idea who they really were. When she was in this state of mind, she believed they were her sons. Over the previous couple months, they’d discovered Betsy’s sons had been molesting her most of her life.
Now, Johnny and Martin would continue that tradition. Today, with their friends, she’d have an especially good time… or at least they would.

Thirty minutes later, Martin’s left arm extended around Betsy’s tiny 4’10” body. Her huge soft tits gently bounced as they walked into his living room.
“Mommy,” Martin said, “We invited some friends. You know why, don’t you!”

Betsy grinned as she whispered into Martin’s left ear. “Sweetie, do you want me to do that with them again?”
Martin’s cock grew hard in his jeans. Though Betsy didn’t actually know where she was or who the other young men were, she’d apparently been fucked by her son’s friends at some point. She knew she was going to be fucked today.

“That’s right mommy,” Martin acknowledged. “Be a sweet whore for us.” Glancing toward his friends, he said, “Let’s rape the old slut.”
While their friends hesitantly disrobed, Johnny dropped his jeans, shoving his underwear to the floor. “Come on mom, my cock’s ready.”

Moving Betsy to the middle of the couch, he said, “Kneel on the couch, put your elbows over the back.” As she slowly moved into position, Johnny walked to the back of the couch, her face hung over the edge.

Johnny’s 6” shaft was already oozing precum as it approached Betsy’s face. “We told our friends you like to be gagged, mommy. Just like when you need to piss – and I gag you on the toilet.” His throbbing cock pressed against her thin lips. “All these cocks,” he continued, waving his hand toward his naked buddies, “they’re all going to fuck you today.”

Betsy innocently giggled, her mouth opened.
Johnny’s cock, which had been pressing against her lips, slid inside. “You understand what I said, you disgusting old slut?” he asked, forcing the head of his cock into her throat.
Betsy nodded eagerly, her small fingertips touching his balls each time they bumped her chin.

Freddy stepping behind Betsy’s hips. He could see her tiny body squirming as Johnny drove his cock into her throat. He’d drugged and molested his grandmother a few times – when he’d spent the night with her – but he’d never fucked an old woman who was awake.

Smacking her ass cheeks, Freddy said, “Spread your legs Betsy. Get that old used cunt ready for my cock.” Pushing the tip of his 7” shaft between her warm pussy folds, he entered the senile old woman’s body.
“Ummmmm,” Betsy groaned, her mouth still filled by Johnny’s cock.

The two young men’s hands held the old woman’s tiny body as they molested her throat and cunt. A minute later, Freddy felt something unexpected. Betsy’s pussy was suddenly warmer and slicker. “You disgusting whore,” Freddy grunted. “Did you cum on my cock?”
Betsy’s gray hair shook as she moaned, “Um Hum.”

Johnny looked at Freddy. “Let someone else fuck the old slut while you shove your cock down her throat. Make her suck her cum off your cock.”
Freddy walked to Betsy’s face. “Eat it, bitch,” Freddy said coldly, forcing his cock between her lips. Her tongue slipped over his shaft, willingly swallowing her fresh cum.

Brad quickly stepped to the couch, dropping beside Betsy. His stiff 6” shaft had a river of precum sliding down the underside. “Move her over here,” Brad instructed, waving his cock with his hand.
Freddy paused his face fucking, allowing the old woman to swing her hips – her pussy – over Brad’s eager probe.

Lowering her cunt over Brad’s cock, Betsy’s pussy lips slid down to his balls. “Sweetie, this feels nice,” she tenderly moaned, her voice reminding him of his grandmother. “Are you comfortable honey?” she asked, bouncing her cunt slowly on his shaft.

Her perverse senile actions – and grandmotherly concern – were contradictory. It sent a lustful shiver through Brad’s body. Remembering what Johnny had told him about Betsy, Brad replied, “Just ride my cock like a good slut. Don’t worry about my comfort. Very soon, you’ll need to worry about yours.”
“OK Sweetie,” Betsy replied, oblivious to her actual surroundings. “Have a good time, honey.”

Freddy’s fingers slid over Betsy’s head, gripping her gray hair. Pulling her face back to his cock, he moaned, “Shut up and suck me.” His long cock pushed between her lips, down her throat.
Slowly bouncing her cunt on Brad’s shaft, the old woman was once again being impaled by two cocks.

Wayne and Brad had discussed what they’d do to Betsy. Martin had told them anything is acceptable, other than slapping. They couldn’t leave any permanent marks on her face or body.
What Wayne and Brad had planned, wouldn’t leave any marks.
It would be – Wayne hoped – painful for the old whore.

Wayne watched Brad sitting on the couch, his cock driving up, into Betsy’s cunt. On her knees, over Brad’s thrusting hips, Wayne’s 6” cock had easy access to her body.
Bending his knees slightly, Wayne lowered the tip of his cock to Betsy’s warm hole. “Hold the old whore,” Wayne said coldly, “I bet she’s not going to like this.”

Pushing the head forward, it pressed against Brad’s shaft. Their cocks entered, then immediately slammed into her cunt, pressing tight against each other.
“Ohhhhhhhhh,” Betsy screamed, her lips opening wide around Freddy’s thrusting cock into her throat. She couldn’t speak – only scream.

Wayne’s hands gripped Betsy’s hips while Brad’s arms wrapped over her back, pulling her massive saggy tits against his chest. With the tiny woman’s body securely captive in their grasp, the two young men drove their shafts, simultaneously, into Betsy’s cunt.
Though she was old, doubtless been molested by many men throughout her life, now with two cock inside her pussy, she was surprisingly tight.

Betsy’s hips wiggled, pulled forward trying to escape.
Freddy watched his friends double fucking the granny cunt. “Swallow my cum bitch,” he moaned, shoving his cock into her throat one more time. Withdrawing, leaving only the head inside her mouth, Freddy’s cum filled Betsy’s cheeks. Shot after shot gushed between her tiny lips as she obediently drank.

When Freddy’s semi-soft cock finally pulled from her mouth, Betsy screamed. Her tiny voice, filled the room with sounds of sweetness as Wayne and Brad’s cock raped her petite pussy.
“Yesssssss,” Wayne moaned, finally hearing her voice. It was everything he’d hoped it’d be.
His cock – their cocks – as they fucked Betsy, molested her… victimized the tiny senile old slut, confirmed Wayne’s deepest desires.

She was in pain. She didn’t like what they were doing to her. She wanted them to stop. Her screams and babbling pleas fulfilled Wayne’s perverted fantasies. It was pure bliss to his ears, and his cock.

“Cuuuuuuuming, sluuuut,” Wayne moaned, driving his cock’s full length into Betsy’s tight space. His cum flowed, filling her pussy, escaping from between his and Brad’s shafts.

“Ohhhhh, Daamn,” Brad groaned. He’d never had another guy’s cum on his cock – not like this. Shoving his shaft into Betsy’s squirming body, his cum spilled, overflowing her small space as the two shafts jerked and pulsed against each other.

Johnny and Martin had watched their friends molest Betsy. It’d been better than they’d ever imagined it could be.
Johnny’s hand had been pulling on his cock as he’d stood next to Freddy, watching his friend’s cock disappear into the old woman’s mouth. Now his own orgasm was imminent.

Brad and Wayne pulled their soft cocks from the demented old woman’s overflowing cunt.
As Martin stepped to the couch, he asked, “Betsy… mommy… having a good time?” His hard cock was aching to get inside the old cum dumpster too.

“Honey,” Betsy said softly, “those boys, did you see what they did to me?”
Martin grinned, dropping onto the couch next to her. “I saw it all, mommy,” he confirmed, pulling her narrow hips over his cock. Lifting her heavy tits with his hands, he cupped the saggy flesh, fondling her nipples. “Mommy,” he instructed, “put my cock in your cunt. Make your little boy happy.”

Betsy slid her right hand to Martin’s cock, easing it into her cum-filled cunt. Her left softly patted his face, as she lovingly whispered, “Mommy always wants you to be happy.” Lowering her hips, she eased Martin’s cock into her warm pussy, undoubtedly the way she’d done to her actual sons.

Johnny stepped to Betsy’s face. “Here’s miiiiiine,” he groaned, barely getting his cock into her mouth before his cum erupted. Filling her cheeks with warm goo for the second time in only a few minutes, Johnny held her face as his hips pushed his pumping shaft near her throat’s opening.
“Ummmm,” Betsy moaned, swallowing, sending Johnny’s warm goo to her tummy as she slowly, loving lifted her pussy up and down over Martin’s cock.

A minute later, Johnny slipped his soft cock from Betsy’s lips. The old woman smiled compassionately at him, her tongue gathering the small droplet of his cum which had spilled form the corner of her mouth.

“One more surprise, mommy,” Johnny said, watching Tyson walk behind Betsy’s hips. Remembering Betsy had been a prim and proper high-class lady, Johnny asked, “Mommy, have you ever been fucked by a black man?”

Betsy giggled innocently. “Don’t be silly, honey. I’d never do that!”
Johnny nodded toward Tyson as Martin’s arms slipped over Betsy’s back. Securing the old woman’s body, the four young men watched as Tyson pressed the tip of his thick 7” black cock against Betsy’s tiny asshole.

“Betsy, you filthy little slut,” Tyson hissed, “Enjoy my big black cock – in your ass.” With a quick shove, the head slid inside the tiny helpless old woman’s asshole.

“Nooooooooooooooooo,” Betsy screamed, her small body gyrating, desperately trying to escape the cock – the black cock – in her ass.
Martin drove his shaft upward, into her sloppy pussy.

“Make the whore scream,” Wayne encouraged, watching Tyson’s cock disappear inside Betsy’s ass.
As Martin and Tyson repeatedly slammed their cocks into Betsy’s body minute after minute, their friends cheered, encouraging them to push deeper, harder, rape the senile fuck meat.

“Pleeeeease honey,” Betsy moaned, looking at Martin whose face was a few inches under hers. “Don’t let him… do it to me. He’s black,” she begged, “Don’t let him… cum… in my butt.”

“Don’t want my cum in your ass, whore?” Tyson bellowed, shoving balls-deep one more time. “Fine, I’ll put it someplace else.” Jerking his shaft from Betsy’s tight asshole, he quickly walked to the back of the couch.

Martin instantly understood Tyson’s intentions. Lifting his hands to the sides of Betsy’s face, Martin held her head. “Open your mouth mommy. You said you didn’t want his cum in your filthy whore ass.”

Betsy’s eyes widened stared at the long black, ass-covered cock, pressing against her lips.
“Nooo,” she objected.
That tiny opening was all Tyson needed. His cock slid through her white lips, into her mouth. “Sluuuuut,” he groaned, his cum instantly spewing down her throat.

Martin watched Tyson’s throbbing cock pump cum between Betsy’s lips. He could see her nose wrinkle, her eyes filled with repulsion and disgust as the black shaft filled her mouth with thick goo.

Martin shoved his cock deep into Betsy’s old fuck hole. “Drink his cum whore,” he moaned, as his own cum poured into her cunt.
Betsy swallowed the black man’s cum – she had no choice.

Ten minutes later, Betsy’s tiny well used body slumped on the couch. Glistening cum oozed form her cunt, sliding down her thighs.

Checking the clock the boys realized they had time to molest her again. This time, however, they’d have no mercy on the sweet senile old woman.

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