Mature woman Madonna

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My name is Ahuan, I'm nineteen years old, and a freshman in college. I know I'm handsome and cool, so quite a few girls like me and want to date me, but I don't like them. I'm only interested in mature women.

Maybe this has something to do with losing my mother when I was young; I don't deny I have a mother complex.

My current lover is named Madonna. She's almost forty, married, and has children. She's average-looking, but has a stunning figure—luxurious breasts and a huge butt. Besides that, she's a complete masochist; she often brings her own props and asks me to torture her.

Actually, the quote, "Every woman worships a fascist, with boots on her face, a savage heart in a beast's body..." is by Sylvia Plath. That guy stuck his head in the oven and committed suicide; I suspect I might go crazy like him one day if I continue messing around with Madonna.

Madonna rented a cheap basement apartment in the city center, which we used as our rendezvous and place of indulgence. There was no bed in the basement, only a thick, light-colored carpet, stained with semen and vaginal fluids, and reeking of a sour stench.

On the weekend, I unlocked the basement door, and Madonna was already waiting inside. She wore a straight, shoulder-length silver wig, a sheer black slip dress, and two breathtakingly red lips against her snow-white face. She smiled at me, holding an iron box in her hand.

I asked her, "What tricks are you planning to play today?" She opened the box; inside was a row of steel needles gleaming with a blue light.

"You don't want me... to prick you with this thing, do you?"

"Baby! You're so smart!" Madonna's eyes gleamed with lust. "Come here, let me check your condition..."

I moved closer to her. She knelt before me, unbuckled my belt, and pulled down my trousers and underwear. "Getting more and more impressive!" Madonna kissed my large glans. "So smelly! You haven't showered in a week!"

I smiled slightly. "Waiting for you to wash it!"

Madonna sighed softly. "Oh well... what can I do? I like your stinky thing."

She began licking my glans, licking away the white semen residue remaining at the base. To be honest, I'm numb to oral sex; only perverted acts can arouse my lust.

"Madonna... I just pooped and haven't wiped my butt yet, could you lick it clean for me while you're at it?" With that, I pushed her down, making her lie flat on the carpet, and then I squatted down... my anus right in front of her scarlet mouth: "Have you eaten dinner? If not, I still have some in my stomach."

Madonna didn't say anything, but sealed my lips with her two moist, warm lips, then licked me with her nimble tongue.

I went limp: "Oh! So good!"

This basement wasn't completely hidden underground; a small section of glass window protruded outside. At night, colorful neon lights flashed and changed outside the window, along with various styles of shoes and different types of calves moving back and forth. Once, I saw someone squatting down to tie their shoelaces; if they had bent their waist a little more and tilted their head a little more, they would have witnessed Madonna and me having a live sex show. This worry made me nervous, but it also made me more excited; I would become incredibly powerful and ferocious.

I pulled off Madonna's sundress; she was completely naked underneath. She lay sprawled on the carpet like a giant white snake, her breasts rising and falling with her breath… I loved her soft breasts and her large, strawberry-like nipples, which gave me a smooth, supple feel.

My anus was already out of Madonna's mouth: "Give me the needle." Madonna picked up a steel needle: "Are you willing to stab me?" I panted heavily: "One day I will kill you!" Madonna giggled: "I'd rather die by your hand… Remember, after I die, skin me and make underwear, I want it next to your penis and testicles…" As she spoke, she pulled me into her arms, my face pressed against her cleavage… I smelled the unique sweet and sour scent of a mature woman.

"Put my meat in the refrigerator, eat a little every day. Didn't you say mine is very fatty? Then it's best to steam it."

I gently pricked her dark nipple with the tip of a steel needle. Her body trembled, then her muscles tensed: "Baby, let me feed you some milk first..." I obediently opened my mouth, letting her fill my mouth with her heavy, large breasts.

"Is it good?" Suddenly, I felt like I had returned to my childhood. I nestled lazily in my mother's arms, suckling at her fragrant milk; my mother, while breastfeeding, was also playing with my penis... A warm heat quietly spread through my body.

I met Madonna at a private party. Her overly elaborate attire and her shifty eyes made me instantly understand what she needed. I knew that women like Madonna, seemingly demure and quiet, were actually wild and unrestrained at heart, but I never expected her promiscuity to far exceed my imagination.

Our first time happened in a parking lot. It was a late autumn night, and Madonna was driving me back to my student apartment when the car stalled halfway due to a sudden surge of lust. Madonna clung to me like an octopus, kissing me, telling me to touch her, asking if I liked playing with her, if I liked having submissive women. While asking these questions, she also touched me… which terrified her! She said even black men weren't as big as me. She said she'd spent her whole life searching for the real "Viagra," and now she'd finally found it.

Then she took a battery-operated vibrator from her toolbox. I jokingly asked, "What's the point of a fake if you have the real thing?" She said, "You'll understand in a bit..." Then she took me on top of her, bouncing around happily while whispering lewd things in my ear.

About ten minutes later, she handed me a vibrator, telling me to insert it into her anus. She said, "Baby, kill me! All the holes in my body belong to you..."

Madonna spread her limbs, forming a dazzling, snow-white "big" character: "...Baby, kill me...I'm yours."

I held a sharp needle between my thumb and middle finger: "How about I prick your big nipples?" Madonna smiled sweetly: "Okay...don't hold back, use force!" I nodded, the steel needle in my hand trembled, and the tip pierced the black flesh.

"Oh...oh!" Madonna groaned in pain, like a hen being strangled. I let go, looking at her forehead, slightly damp with sweat: "Does it hurt?" Madonna's eyes were blurry: "Quick, keep going..." She handed me the needle case: "Baby...my good baby..."

My right hand picked up another needle: "Listen, you're not allowed to cry out even if it hurts!" Madonna bit her rosy lower lip with her white front teeth: "Mmm..." I reached out my left hand, pinching her other dark nipple, deforming it, and then carefully inserted the needle into her right hand.

"Ugh..." Madonna endured the excruciating pain, her fingernails scratching the carpet, and two tears crawled from her eyes like caterpillars.

But I felt no pity whatsoever. On the contrary, I enjoyed tormenting women, enjoying seeing their pitiful, weeping faces. Perhaps all men harbor sadistic desires, while women crave to be abused.

The former derives pleasure from conquest, the latter from the joy of being violated.

I knelt beside Madonna, my hand brushing across her lower abdomen, where thick, glossy black pubic hair symbolized a woman's vigorous sexual desire.

I remember Madonna asking me, "Baby, do I have too much pubic hair? Should I shave it off?" I said, "No need. It's beautiful; it makes you look healthy."

Yes, Madonna not only had a tuft of healthy, lustrous pubic hair, but also a healthy, plump vulva. At this moment, I bent down, paying homage to Madonna's "black-haired abalone." Her "abalone" always looked very thirsty, its mouth agape at the sight of a large penis, revealing its tender, moist flesh. In contrast, her labia majora were a darker color, like a layer of bluish-purple lipstick; a dozen or so curly black hairs adorned the sides of her labia, adding a touch of playfulness to this greedy vulva.

Madonna's hoarse voice rang in my ears: "Baby, I'm so itchy, so itchy, hurry up and fuck me for a while!" I swallowed hard: "No! I have a better way..."

I picked up the third needle... the needle tip parted her labia, trembling as I aimed at the delicate protrusion. That protrusion is called the clitoris, a woman's source of pleasure, her most vulnerable erogenous zone… Madonna's legs trembled violently: "Ah…no! Baby…don't…"

I flicked my finger, the steel needles spinning as they pierced her flesh. Madonna let out a chilling scream, her body arching like a shrimp.

I stood, looking down at Madonna.

Tears streamed down her face, her nostrils flared…her lips were bitten until they were blue, and her face was flushed… Three slender, sharp steel needles were inserted into her nipples and clitoris; I imagine the sensation must have been unbearable. But what surprised me was that there was no blood.

I bent down, grabbed Madonna's ankles, and lifted her legs. Then, I stood firmly in a T-stance, my forefoot pressing against her vulva, rubbing her with my toes. At the same time, I sucked on her toes and scraped the soles of her feet with the stubble from my chin. She quickly stopped sobbing, then began to moan softly.

I panted, "Is it comfortable?"

Madonna looked at me with teary eyes, "Baby...fuck me...I can't take it..."

I laughed, "You're a fucking slut...okay, let me kill you!"

Madonna's eyes lit up, "Oh! Baby, hurry up!"

Neon lights flashed outside the window. I didn't know if there were stars or a moon in the sky at that moment; actually, it was irrelevant to me. My universe was just this small basement—a young man and a mature woman, playing a game of celestial motion.

The light bulb above my head moved automatically without any wind, and our shadows flickered and swayed on the pink wall...like dancing gray phantoms.

[The End]

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