Readers: Please respond if you like this text! Encourage me to continue… (Chapter 1)
My name is Huan, I’m nineteen years old and I’m in my first year of college. I know I’m very handsome and cool, so there are quite a few girls who like me and want to pick me up, but I don’t see them, I’m only interested in those mature women.
Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I lost my mother at a young age, I won’t deny that I have an Oedipal complex.
My current lover’s name is Madonna. She is nearly forty years old, has a husband and children. She is average looking, but has a very devilish body with luxurious breasts and massive ass. On top of that, she is an unabashed masochist who often brings her own props and invites me to torture her.
In fact, “Every woman worships a fascist, with boots on her face and a savage heart on a beast…” was a quote by Silvia Plath. Silvia Plath. This guy committed suicide by sticking his head in the oven, and I doubt I’ll be as crazy as he was one day if I continue to fool around with Madonna.
Madonna rented a cheap basement in the center of the city and used it as a place for our rendezvous and lustful indulgence. There were no beds in the basement, only heavy, light-colored carpet that was covered with flecks of semen and lewdness while emitting a sour odor.
At the end of the week, I unscrewed the basement door with my key, and Madonna was already waiting inside. She wore a straight, shoulder-length silver wig, a thin, black halter dress, and two shocking red lips stamped on her snow-white face. She looked at me with a smile, holding a metal box in her hand.
I asked her, “What are you going to do today?” She opened the lid of the box, which contained a row of flashing blue sharp steel needles.
“You don’t want me to… stab you with this, do you?”
“Baby! You’re so smart!” Madonna’s eyes were glowing with lust: “Come here, let me check your status…”
I moved closer to her and she knelt in front of me, unbuckled my belt and took off my pants and underwear, “It’s getting sharp!” Madonna kissed the big glans: “It stinks! It stinks, you haven’t bathed in a week!”
I smiled slightly, “I’m waiting for you to wash it for me!”
Madonna sighed softly: “Oh, I can’t help it… who asked me to like your stinky thing?”
She began to lick my glans, licking away the white residue that remained at the base. To be honest, I was already numb to oral sex, and only perverted behavior could arouse my sexual desire.
“Madonna… I just took a shit and haven’t wiped my ass yet, so why don’t you lick it for me?” With that, I pushed her down so that she was lying flat on the carpet, and then I squatted down… my asshole was facing her scarlet mouth: “Have you eaten dinner? If not, I still have some in my stomach.”
Without making a sound, Madonna gagged me with two wet, warm lips and spit out her flexible tongue to lick me again.
Marco Marco, the Marco Marco brand! Marco!”
The basement wasn’t completely underground; it had a small section of glass window exposed. When it was dark, the window flickered with colorful neon lights, and shoes of all styles and calves of all types came and went. Once I saw someone squatting down to tie his shoes, and if he had bent his back a little more, and his head a little more to the side, he would have witnessed me and Madonna in a live show. This fear made me nervous, but it also made me more aroused, and I would become incredibly strong and aggressive.
I peeled off Madonna’s halter dress, she was empty inside, she lay across the carpet like a big white snake, her two breasts fluctuating with her breathing… I love soft breasts, and big nipples like black strawberries, they give me a slippery, pliable feel.
My asshole had already left Madonna’s mouth: “Pass me the needle.” Madonna picked up a steel needle: “Are you willing to do it?” I huffed and puffed: “I’ll kill you one day!” Madana giggled: “I’d love to die by your hand… Remember, when I die, I want my skin to be peeled off and made into panties, and I want to be next to your cock and balls…” As she said this, she pulled me into her arms, with my face pressed against her cleavage… and I smelled the sweet and sour scent that is typical of mature women. odor.
“Put my meat in the fridge and eat a little bit every day. I thought you said mine was fat. Then it’s best to steam it.”
I gently poked her black nipples with the tip of a steel needle, and she shuddered, then tensed her muscles: “Baby, I’ll feed you some milk first…” I obediently opened my mouth, and allowed her to gag me with her big, heavy breasts.
“Is it good?” Suddenly, I felt like I had returned to my childhood; I lazily snuggled into my mother’s arms, baring my lips and sucking on the fragrant milk; she was breastfeeding me while manipulating my cock… a warm heat quietly spreading inside me.
I met Madonna at a private party, and her overly elaborate dress and glancing left and right made me realize what she needed in an instant. I knew that a woman like Madonna could look strange and quiet, but in fact she was a slut in her bones, but I didn’t realize that her sluttiness greatly exceeded my imagination.
Our first time happened in a parking lot. It was a late night in early fall, Madonna drove me back to my student apartment, but the car stalled halfway because of sudden lust. Madonna like an octopus wrapped up, kissed me, asked me to touch her , asked me if I like to play with her, like to engage in the reverse woman. As she asked, she also touched me… and the result was that she was terrified! She said even niggers weren’t as big as me. She said she’d been looking for a real Viagra all her life, and now she’d finally found it.
Then she took out a vibrator with dry batteries from the toolbox. I laughed and asked, “Why do you need a fake when you can have the real thing?” She said, “You’ll see…” She said, “You’ll see…” She then took me on top of her, and as she moved around happily, she whispered nasty things in my ear.
After about ten minutes, she handed me the vibrator and asked me to stick it up her ass, and she said, “Baby, you’re killing me! All the holes in my body belong to you…”
Madonna spread out her limbs and blossomed into a big, snow-white, glittering “big” sign: “B… baby, you’re killing me… I’m yours.”
I held a sharp needle between my thumb and middle finger: “Stick it in your big nipple, okay?” Madana smiled softly, “Yes… don’t be soft, do it!” I nodded my head, and with a twitch of the steel needle in my hand, the tip of the needle pierced the black bud.
“Oh… oh!” Like a hen being strangled, Madonna stifled a moan of pain in her throat. I let go of my hand and looked at her, her forehead slightly sweaty: “Does it hurt?” Madana’s eyes were misty: “Come on, keep going…” She handed me the needle case: “My baby… my good baby…”
My right hand picked up another steel needle: “Listen, don’t scream even if it hurts!” Madana bit her red lower lip with her snow-white incisors: “Uh…” I reached out with my left hand and pinched the other black nipple and pinched it out of shape, and then the needle in my right hand went deeper and deeper very carefully.
“Ummm…” Madonna forced herself to endure the excruciating pain, her fingernails scratching the carpet as hard as she could, and two tears crawling out of her eye frames like caterpillars.
But my heart did not have the slightest pity, on the contrary, I like to torture women, like to see them cry tenderly. Perhaps all men in the world have a hidden desire to abuse, while women long to be abused.
The former gets the thrill of conquest in the process, and the latter enjoys being violated in the process.
I knelt beside Madonna, my palm skimming over the small of her back, where dark, shiny pubic hair flourished, symbolizing a woman’s exuberant sexuality.
I remember Madonna asking me, “Baby, do I have too much pubic hair? Do you want me to shave it?” I said, “No need to shave. It’s beautiful and makes you look healthy.”
Yes, Madonna not only had a healthy bush of moist pubic hair, she also had a healthy, voluptuous body. At the moment, I bent my head down and saluted Madonna’s “big black hairy abalone”. Her “abalone” was always very hungry, and when she saw a big cock, it would close its mouth and turn out its red, tender and watery flesh. In contrast, her labia are darker in color, like a layer of greenish-purple lipstick; a dozen or so curved black hairs dotted on both sides of the labia, adding a bit of playfulness to this greedy pussy.
Madonna’s hoarse voice rang in my ears: “Baby, my itchy itchy itchy, you hurry up and fuck me for a while!” I swallowed hard: “No! I have a better idea…”
I picked up the third needle… The tip of the needle opened the lips of the clitoris, and tremblingly pointed it at the delicate bulge. That bulge is called the clitoris, the nerve source of a woman’s pleasure, the most vulnerable point of arousal… Madonna’s legs trembled, “Ah… no… Baby… no…”
With a twist of my finger, the steel needle spun into the flesh and Madonna let out a chilling scream, her body arching like a shrimp.
I stood, towering over Madonna.
She was in tears, her nostrils were flaring, her lips were blue from biting, her face was flushed… Three thin, sharp steel needles went deep into her left and right nipples and clitoris, which I’m sure was not a pleasant experience. But I was surprised that there was no blood.
I leaned over, grabbed Madonna’s ankles and lifted both her legs up. Then, standing firmly in a thong stance, I stepped my forefoot on her pussy and rubbed her with my toes. At the same time, I sucked on her toes and also scraped the center of her feet with the stubble on my chin. She quickly stopped sobbing and proceeded to moan softly.
I gasped, “Are you comfortable?”
Madonna looked at me with tearful eyes: “Baby… fuck me… I can’t take it…”
I laughed: “You’re a natural fucking slut… well, let me kill you!”
Madonna’s eyes glowed: “Oh! Baby, come on!”
Neon lights are flashing outside the window. I don’t know if there are stars and moon in the sky at this moment, in fact that has nothing to do with me, my universe is just this tiny basement a young man and a mature woman, playing a kind of celestial movement game.
The light bulb was windless above my head, and our shadows fluttered and swayed on the pink walls… like dancing gray ghosts.
(Chapter II)
Thank you all for your encouragement and support… I will continue to strive to reach new heights. ∶Madonna, on her back with her knees bent over my shoulders, said that my cock was so long that this was the only way to get it all the way in.
“Not every woman can accommodate you!” Madonna said proudly, “You’re great baby!
I don’t want to waste resources.”
Although Madonna had given birth to a child, her vagina was not at all flaccid because she had given birth by caesarean section, and it was still very elastic. She also had the advantage of having a lot of water in her vagina. Her vagina was like an ocean of water, producing… Sometimes I wanted to fuck her forever: “Do you know, Madonna? You’ve got a great way of moisturizing a man’s cock, and every time I put it in, I don’t want to get it out.”
The moment the glans embedded itself in my vagina was the most pleasurable moment for me, and I loved to just stop for ten seconds or so, leaving a thirsty Madonna spellbound. Her mouth would be like a carp’s, sucking the cock into the slippery, warm tunnel. “Oh… my little baby…” Madana cupped my cheeks with a sad look in her eyes, “Don’t you want to fuck? Go ahead! I’ll make you feel so good.”
So my cock lurched forward… my iron wedge of flesh viciously pierced and penetrated the vagina. Madonna’s soul was shattered, and her two rapturous heels beat my spine as hard as they could, “Oh… oh… big cock… big cock!” She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me like her life depended on it, “Oh… big cock… I’m so beautiful…”
“Just wait, there’s something even more beautiful…” With that, I fucked her through gritted teeth, getting wilder and faster… The basement was filled with the sounds of crisp body slams, the sounds of skin rubbing against skin, the sounds of heavy panting like a cow, and the cries of pleasure, pain, and pleasure. The basement was filled with the sounds of crisp body slamming, the sounds of skin rubbing against skin, the sounds of heavy panting like a cow, and the sounds of cries of joy and pain.
In the end, we reached the state of out-of-body experience together… This is the highest state of sexuality… It’s like a large dose of heroin coursing through your veins… like steaming morphine roasting your brain… Anyway, heaven and earth didn’t exist, and the universe was blank… There was only one thing that I wanted to do, and that was to ejaculate! Ejaculate! Ejaculate with all my might… I wanted to drench the walls of my uterus with my own semen, and then flood her organs… and then we passed out together again.
“Baby… your big cock is amazing!”
“Is it comfortable to fuck you?”
“I don’t know… I just know that I’ve died several times…”
“Hey… do you want to die?”
“I want to. I think the most beautiful way to die… is to let you fuck me to death…”
“I don’t want to do that…”
“Do you baby? Do you love me?”
“Love you… darling.”
“But I’ll get old… when I’m old, you won’t want to fuck me…”
“Maybe… who thinks about the future?”
“You’re right… we have no future.”
“Yes…”
“So, just fuck me a few more times… fuck me to heaven…”
I straightened up and withdrew my weakened cock. I looked down and oh God! How did I fuck Madonna like this! It’s really a bit… horrible!
It turned out that her clitoris had ruptured and bled as a result of her frenzy, and Madonna’s vagina had become a wet and bloody hole, with some milky semen slowly spilling out of her vagina… The red and white coloring of her crotch made for a thrilling scene.
Madonna didn’t mind: “It’s okay, it doesn’t hurt much anymore.” She leaned over and weighed my weight in the palm of her hand: “Good thing you didn’t dirty my baby…”
My cock kept moving in and out of Madana’s body until I ejaculated, and all the blood had been washed away by the semen and lust, so there was only a little redness in my pubic hair. Madana carefully peeled back the foreskin and took out the round and tender glans: “It’s so beautiful… so lovely!” She loved it and played with it for a while, then took it in her mouth again, licking it with her tongue and gently biting it with her upper and lower teeth.
So I got another erection… I excitedly tore at her silver wig and shouted in a muffled voice, “Madonna… turn around… I want to fuck you in the ass!”
Madonna was different from other women, it was like her asshole couldn’t stay idle, she always liked to stuff something in it, like a vibrator, or an electric flea. I once asked her why, and she laughed and replied that she was used to it, and that it tickled when she didn’t mess with it.
Before I met Madonna, I had fucked another woman in the ass. The other is my classmate’s mother, is an old widow, about forty years old, meat lazy loose, I so thick guy inserted into actually did not feel much, see her spacious to what extent! She saw that I was not interested, then took the initiative to invite me to use her back door.
To be honest, it was my “anal virginity”, so I was very nervous and uncomfortable.
Especially when halfway through the fight, the old widow suddenly howled like a pig and scared me to death. When I asked her what was wrong, she said in embarrassment, “You fucked the shit out of me…”
After that, I wasn’t interested in women’s assholes for quite some time until I met Madonna.
I want to make it clear once again that Madonna is not like other women. Maybe it’s because she works out a lot, but her asshole is concave, concave into a black hole that can’t be closed, concave into a funnel, so concave that you can’t even see the chrysanthemum bud. Around the black hole leaked a ring of areola-like coffee color, which set off the two petals of ass balls extraordinarily snow white.
Madonna had repeatedly tempted me to try out her posterior, but the old widow’s pranks had haunted me and I had refused to give in. Then one day, also in this basement, Madonna was prostrate on the carpet with her fat ass in the air, and she handed me a bottle of baby lotion and asked me to pour it into her ass, then she did it herself, stuffing a milk candy in it. She glanced at me with a flirtatious look on her face: “Baby… don’t be shy, tell your big cock to eat the candy…”
Impressed by her sincerity, I took the risk again. I didn’t realize that I would never get out of hand… I finally found a smooth traffic path.
(to be continued)