The nymphomaniac hiding behind the innocent mature woman

‘You won't get away from me so easily,’ she said, and with that, the bond between me and her was sealed.

1

Since leaving secondary school, I had never had any contact with my classmates. To tell the truth, my relationship with them was very casual and I was certain that there would be no bond at all when that stage came to an end. And so it was.

When I started my university studies, new friendships and contacts completely eclipsed the memories of school. I turned down all kinds of invitations to meetings or "get-togethers", understanding that there was nothing interesting in such activities.

However, that does not mean that some images have not remained engraved in my memory: I am referring to the mothers of my classmates and even school friends. Along with the teachers at school, to whom I dedicated several masturbations and fantasies, the mothers of my schoolmates aroused my most sinister desires.

Of course, there were all kinds of mothers: some who didn't arouse the slightest interest in me, others who I saw some attribute that made me want them, and then, although in a smaller nucleus, the mothers I got excited just thinking about them.

But what can an 18-year-old who is just finishing school do about these fantasies? Stimulate his imagination and do his best in his studies and work so that tomorrow he can make them come true.

2

At university I had the bad luck (although it would later turn out to be positive) to meet up again with a schoolmate who was doing the same degree course as me.

When we became aware of our shared past, I admit that I became frustrated, as my initial plan was to avoid any interaction with people associated with my school days. But since the university where I was studying was public and free, the chances of meeting a classmate were relatively high.

Unfortunately, my good grades and my commitment to my studies meant that my partner did not let go of me. He knew that in group work or for exams he could count on my advice to pass without any problems. At a certain point, I realised that his friendship with me had a strong utilitarian charge, since in the past we had not even been distant friends, and now I noticed that he was taking advantage of my situation.

On one occasion, we were forced to meet outside the university for practical work. I never liked to invite friends or colleagues to my home, so I was always happy to accept meetings outside my home.

The good thing about having formed a working group with Andy, my ex-schoolmate, is that his house was in the same area as mine. Therefore, it was not a bad idea to create a working partnership to carry out the practical work that we were asked to do at the university.

In the days leading up to visiting my partner's house, I tried to think back and search my memories for any images of his mother. I couldn't even remember her name, so I deduced that, if she hadn't generated any interest in me at the time, it was because she had nothing attractive or interesting about her.

Arriving at my partner's house, I instantly perceived a female voice welcoming me: "Good morning, welcome Daniel". Without seeing the source of the voice, I assumed it was Andy's mother from the kitchen. I asked his permission to go and greet her, and my surprise was when I had her before my eyes for the first time.

3

Marcela was a woman of about 160 centimetres in height who was well into her 50s. She had brown hair with some blonde highlights, glasses and a few extra kilos. She was dressed in a sports T-shirt and tight-fitting trousers that were not quite athletic shorts.

It didn't take me long to move my eyes from her torso to her bottom, as it was simply magnificent. The fact that it was her arse that filled and pushed her trousers to the limit, and not the fit of the trousers that highlighted her curves, was a testament to her outstanding attributes.

I didn't remember Marcela at all when I was at school. I had other mothers of my schoolmates in my visual memory, but she had never been as attractive to me as she was now. Perhaps, as the saying goes, it is true that women get prettier and sexier as they get older. Perhaps it is true that the golden age of the female gender comes later in life than people think and has nothing to do with youth.

Marcela's ass was fighting against gravity and the passing of the years. Faced with these unavoidable forces of life, Marcela's ass put up a fight through the gym and an unmistakable genetic component that made this attribute particularly super-developed.

- "Good morning, Marcela, a pleasure to see you again," - I greeted Marcela with a kiss on the cheek and a somewhat exaggerated hug.

- "Good morning, Daniel, you look very different, you've grown up a lot," - she replied after doing a complete scan of my body.

- "Not as much as you, Marcela; you look very pretty and radiant, I congratulate you," - I said to Marcela to see how she would respond to my praise.

- "Don't exaggerate, I need to go to the gym a bit, but I feel good," - said Marcela, looking at her body and in particular her belly.

That day I couldn't concentrate at all on solving the practical work with my partner, Andy. The surprise of such a discovery (by Marcela) and the attraction she was exerting on me made me concentrate 90% of my attention on seeing her all the time: I wanted to engrave an image in my memory as accurate as possible of her, especially of her beautiful ass.

Marcela's ass was covered by a panties that was overwhelmed by the magnitude of her buttocks, covering barely less than 50% of each of them. What caught my attention was that she prevented her top from covering even a millimetre of her ass with its length, which made me think that she was proud of her ass.

-"Marcela, do you have some juice or a glass of water? I'm thirsty." - I said to Marcela with the excuse to make her come, taking advantage of her politeness, and take a closer look at her ass.

-"Sure, honey, I'll take you to the table." - Marcela replied, heeding my plan.

-"Thank you very much, Marcela, you're very kind," I said to close the matter. - I said to close the matter.

Within two minutes, Marcela approached the table in the main room, where we were together with Andy studying, and which connected directly to the kitchen. I could see her approach the table and I took the opportunity to watch carefully, without arousing Andy's suspicions, as Marcela put down the tray with the drink and turned around to go back to the kitchen.

Her ass up close was a real treat. If I were not a proper man and ethics were not a value for me, I would have thrown myself without limits towards Marcela to touch her ass. But I could only limit myself to contemplate as much as possible to take a nice souvenir.

From then on, I knew that my main goal was to find a way to get to that ass and, if possible, to "access" it.

But what would the secret code be?

4

The friendship I built with my former schoolmate, Andy, now a university classmate, was a sincere one. We did the whole degree together and graduated at almost the same time. But I knew deep down in my feelings that, beyond his friendship, what really motivated me to continue as his friend was Marcela.

Since I saw her for the first time, I couldn't get her image out of my head and each of my visits to Andy's house was an opportunity to generate a rapprochement with Marcela.

Marcela was a woman who had been married for many years and I did not detect any signs of a crisis with Andy's father. Therefore, I had to do some fine and long-term work, trying to awaken sexual desire in her, reinforcing her self-esteem about her body and creating a bond of affection.

Every visit to Andy's house was a day of "work and intelligence" towards that goal. I had to face my sexual instinct, which became a bit indomitable when I met Marcela. A mature woman in her late twenties who with a bit of gym and some genetics had developed a fantastic body. My eyes were lost in her beauty, and in particular in her beautiful ass, which was constantly drawing my attention.

I began to build a bond with Marcela by helping her in the kitchen and feigning an interest in the topics of conversation we generated. Sometimes, all I did was stand idly by and listen to her chopping vegetables and telling me some anecdote, but in reality I was lost in contemplating her ass always in tight trousers that perfectly marked her cellulite and her panties.

On some occasions, I simulated the fall of some object or food fragment on the floor and took advantage of the circumstance to bend down and have Marcela's ass in front of my face. The closer I got to that ass, the more aroused I became and my cock started to become uncontrollable.

5

On one occasion, I witnessed the first argument between Marcela and her husband. Until then, I had never doubted the loyalty and good feeling between them.

The reason for the argument was an insignificant, everyday matter, but what made things worse was her husband's mistreatment of her, insinuating that she was a distracted and unhelpful woman. That day we were gathered at Andy's for a dinner party with other friends from the university, but I noticed the argument and watched as Marcela was distraught and hurt.

- "This is my chance" - I thought to myself as I headed to the kitchen with the excuse of getting some crockery for dinner.

I went into the kitchen and, after pretending to look for something, I looked at Marcela and asked her:

-"Everything all right, Marcela?" - I said, knowing in reality what the answer would be.

-"Yes, love, an argument like any couple has," - she replied with a forced laugh.

-"I understand, but that doesn't mean you have to be like that," - I told her, and then I bent down to be level with her, who was sitting in a chair.

-"With age, my husband has become more intolerant and doesn't treat me the best way,"" - Marcela confessed to me.

-"A woman as beautiful and correct as you deserve to be respected. In the meantime, lift your spirits and smile, do it for me." -I suggested to Marcela in a tone of closeness and containment.

-"Thank you, Daniel. I am very grateful for your words, in truth neither my husband nor my children have ever given me such valuable praise." -Marcela admitted, after which she stood up and I offered her a hug.

In reality, this was all part of the long road I had to travel to build trust and achieve my goal of having a private meeting with Marcela.

She accepted the embrace and we stood together while with my right hand I caressed her back. These caresses descended stealthily to her hip and, taking advantage of the fact that there was no resistance from her, I reached her left buttock. At that moment, I said to myself:

"If you don't remove your hand or become hostile, I will continue my mission for as long as possible," I thought as my cock began to throb rapidly.

Marcela was hugging me like a koala to a tree. Her tits rested on my torso, my left hand on her shoulder blade and my right hand massaging her ass in circles, allowing me to feel by touch the grandiloquence of her buttocks and the presence of her panties that covered them halfway.

At that moment, I remembered that I was at my friend's house and that they could surprise us at any moment. So I separated Marcela from me with the utmost courtesy and looking into her eyes I was able to tell her what she perfectly understood: we needed a moment alone and this was neither the right place nor the right time.

Continuing with my risky manoeuvres, I took her face with both my hands in an affectionate way and brought my lips close to hers. There were two options: the reception of a slap as a sign of rejection or the relaxation of Marcela while receiving my kiss. Fortunately, the latter happened: Marcela positioned her lips to receive the kiss that would restore her self-respect and the vitality she had lost after years of marital seclusion.

This kiss is for you to trust yourself again and not let anyone mistreat you, Marcela, not even your husband," I said to Marcela after kissing her.

Don't think I'm going to settle for this, Daniel. I want your words, your hugs and this moment to happen again, and I don't care about your friendship with my son or what my husband thinks, okay? -Marcela answered me, almost sentencing me that there would be next episodes equal or better than this one.

Of course, Marcela. We're going to have our private time to enjoy ourselves and don't worry: neither Andy nor your husband will know anything about it. It will be our secret. -I assured Marcela, who returned the invitation with another kiss.

We parted almost instantly after hearing Andy's arrival in the kitchen. Dinner was ready and it was time to eat, so I winked at Marcela in "complicity" and continued the evening as normal. What I couldn't help was that my cock stood erect after the rubbing against Marcela's crotch. I knew the best was yet to come.

6

"I'll expect you home at 7pm today. My husband is going to play football and Andy is going out with his girlfriend. Just you and me." Almost like a notification telegram, that's how I woke up today before work when I checked my mobile phone. We had chatted via instant messenger with Marcela, although she wasn't very good at digital communication and only one thing was clear: the next meeting would be alone and to fuck without anyone bothering us.

The opportunity had presented itself, although I begged Marcela to give me not the utmost, but 100% certainty that we would not be interrupted by her husband or Andy. I could make sure that her son, a friend of mine, would not be an obstacle, for which I wrote to her throughout the day and Andy confirmed that he would not be at home. Her husband would be taken care of by Marcela, who I asked to give me proof that the man would not surprise me at her house while we were having sex.

At 6 p.m. I left work on my way to Marcela's house. On the way, I received the following message from her: "I'm waiting for you. All alone." After a few months of sowing the "soil", it was time to harvest the fruits. Marcela was my ideal mature woman: chubby, big-assed, not so attractive or pretty in her face and eager to prove to a young man like me that she had not lost her feminine desire for sex and pleasure.

I entered the building with a copy of the keys that Marcela had given me so as not to arouse suspicion among the neighbours. I got to the 5th floor and rang the doorbell. Marcela opened the door dressed in a bra, her torso naked and a short tights underneath. Now, as never before, her delicious ass and her mature mother's legs were on full display.

After closing the door, we embraced each other passionately and started kissing as if we had been sweethearts for the rest of our lives. We both knew that this was a unique opportunity to do "our thing" and that there would be no other chances to have her flat free. It was very difficult for her to come to my house at that time without arousing suspicion in her family, especially her husband, who would soon make the necessary enquiries to find out Marcela's whereabouts. Therefore, the best option was to wait until both her husband and Andy were absent sometime in the evening and then go to her house.

Marcela was not a pretty mature woman by any stretch of the imagination. She wore glasses and her hair was barely brushed. Her 50 years were visible in the wrinkles on her skin, some spots and moles, and above all in the curves of her upper and lower limbs. She was not a gym junkie, nor did she take care of herself when it came to eating. She was no more and no less than a housewife and mother who did the minimum and indispensable to stay active, devoting much of her time to household chores and meetings with her friends, all of whom were married or divorced with children.

Alone at last, Marcela, I'm going to fuck you and you won't be able to forget me," I predicted as we kissed and I ran my hands violently over her buttocks.

I want you to fuck me until you don't have a drop of semen left to evacuate, do you hear me? -said Marcela, giving me the green light to do whatever I wanted with her.

We walked hand in hand to the sofa. It must have been about 5 minutes since I entered the flat and we started kissing. I took a seat on the couch and Marcela, instead of sitting next to me, sat on top of me, like a cowgirl or rider who sits on top of her horse to ride it. Her huge ass generated an unbearable pressure on my cock, which made an enormous force in its erection process until its head touched Marcela's vaginal lips.

With my hands I squeezed Marcela's buttocks who was looking for the best position on me. I was completely at her mercy. She took the opportunity to kiss me passionately on my neck, up my cheek to my temple, my forehead and then down the middle of my eyebrows until she reached my mouth.

Her kisses were incredible and I could taste her saliva in my mouth. At the same time, I moved my hands that were on her ass up to the elastic of her panties and slipped them inside her. Instantly I could feel the thong she was wearing under her trousers, which was much smaller than the one she had been wearing in the previous encounters we had had.

-"Your thong feels very sexy, Marcela. You haven't had it on on the other occasions we've met, or am I wrong?" - I asked knowing the answer.

-"That's right, my love. It's a very small thong that I hardly ever wear, except when I know someone is going to knock on 'the door' of my private property," Marcela replied before pouncing on me again.

I didn't wait long before I slipped my right hand inside her thong. I moved up the opening of her asshole until I found the opening of her anus. I could see that it was practically hairless, just a little as I passed her pussy.

-"Put it in. Put your finger in my little ass and feel how I squeeze it with my sphincter". -Marcela instructed me, or rather ordered me.

-"You know that ass is going to be mine and I'm going to leave it battered? -I warned Marcela as my cock looked like it was about to pierce my trousers.

-"My ass, my pussy, everything will be for you, beautiful. -said Marcela.

With my index finger, I began to stimulate her anal hole. It was very tight and did not feel to the touch too many folds or imperfections other than those typical of a woman her age. I inferred that anal sex was not a habit and if it had been a long time ago.

As I inserted my finger into her anus, she let out a moan of pleasure and looked at me carefully as one who is concentrating on an activity that does not depend on her will. She frowned with a faint grimace of discomfort, but instantly her countenance was relaxed again.

With the fingers of the other hand, the one that was not busy dilating her ass, I started to perform the same action but on her pussy. There, a somewhat hairier and more considerable genital area was evident, nothing strange for a mature woman with two children and 50 years of age well worn on her body.

In a fantastic reading of my thoughts, Marcela proceeded to unbutton and remove her bra, leaving her tits free practically on my face, between my nose and my mouth. Her nipples were large and oddly square-shaped, the result of the excitement I was feeling with my fingers inside her anal and vaginal orifices.

-"Do it, my love, it's your breastfeeding time. -said Marcela, as an invitation to obey and do my job.

-"With your permission, Marcela, I'm going to eat your nipples," I advanced to Marcela before I started sucking on her left nipple.

It felt salty and cushiony. Once inside my mouth, I began to play with my tongue orbiting around her swollen nipple. Then I sucked as violently as one drinks a milkshake. She moaned, "Oh, go on, I like it so much". As I pulled her left nipple out of my mouth, it looked very swollen and bathed in my saliva, which was mixed with a few drops of a white liquid similar to breast milk. I repeated the action with the right nipple, all this without removing my fingers from her ass and pussy. By now, both holes were starting to dilate for what was to come next.

Gently and slowly, I lifted Marcela onto the couch. My cock was a prisoner that couldn't wait any longer for its release and, once standing, I pulled down my trousers along with my underwear. My erect, circumcised cock made its appearance in front of Marcela as if to say, "Hi, baby". Come to think of it, it was the first time Marcela had seen my naked cock and I admit it was not so easy when the memory of who the person in front of me was, about to be fucked, came to my mind: none other than the mother of a friend.

I understood that sucking my cock was not a desirable practice for a mature woman like Marcela, and I sensed that in her posture. After taking my cock in her hand to measure its thickness and rubbing it a couple of times, she approached my mouth to kiss me and tell me:

-"Your cock looks delicious, are you going to stick it in my pussy or through the emergency door? -Marcela hinted in my ear with a voice impossible to resist.

-"Get ready, baby, I'll fuck you in both holes." -I assured Marcela.

I helped her take off her panties and thong. Once I removed them, I brought them to my nostrils to sniff and smell her intimate fragrances. "You've been wearing this thong all day, haven't you?" I said to Marcela because of the strong smell of vaginal discharge and urine coming from the garment. I didn't need confirmation for that question, as the evidence was irrefutable.

I positioned her on her back facing the back of the sofa and made sure I had her big ass under my perfect dominance. It was only there that I had the chance, for the first time, to appreciate her fantastic mature ass in maximum detail. The cellulite was evident, but it contrasted nicely with the dimensions and relative firmness that still remained in that ass, a product of the gym and genetic inheritance. This type of mature woman reaches a ripe old age with her ass still firm and ready for more battles.

I brought my face close to her slightly hairy pussy and after sucking on her clitoris and labia, I took my cock with her veins on the edge and inserted it inside her.

Ah, that's it, my love, make me yours! -Marcela exclaimed as my cock invaded her vagina.

That's what I will do, Marcela, I will show you no mercy today," I told her, to further fuel her excitement.

I began to push my cock in and out of her pussy, feeling the vaginal fluids enveloping her and increasing her temperature. Every time I was in this kind of situation, I thanked myself for having made the decision to be circumcised. To tell the truth, my cock, free of foreskin and skin, felt to the full the stimuli and anything that met its glans, doubling the pleasure and enjoyment.

For several minutes I fucked Marcela in a semi doggy style position, with her leaning against the back of the sofa as it banged "tac-tac-tac" against the wall faster and faster. I felt the first pre-seminal fluids rising to the head of my cock, like a warning of what was to come.

Meanwhile, I was dilating her anal hole with the fingers of my left hand, trying to recreate a "double penetration" and thus increase the pleasure.

-"Ohhhh, yes, my love, fuck me, how delicious", - Marcela exclaimed as her tits jiggled and her ass accompanied the rhythm of my thrusts.

After a few minutes, I withdrew my cock from her open and dilated pussy, at the exact moment when Marcela reached her second orgasm.

I got close to her face and we kissed passionately for a minute. I noticed that the perspiration had completely wet her face and she was a little agitated.

-"Relax, my love, take a breath while I prepare your emergency door for the next fuck" - I suggested to Marcela to prevent her from getting too agitated.

With her vagina still dilated, I resumed the work of warming up her anal hole. Marcela's ass, despite her age, was still too tight and it would not be an easy job to get my cock inside her.

-"Marcela, has your husband ever opened your ass?" -I asked out of simple curiosity.

-"Never, my love, that ass is totally virgin and has only ever expelled, never received, so far," Marcela suggested, knowing that this would be a thing of the past in the next few minutes.

As I inserted my finger into her anal hole and then the second one, pushing her elasticity to the limit, I tried to bring my nose close to her to get intoxicated by her smells, as disgusting as they were exciting. A little poo, typical of the place where she defecated, mixed with the increasingly strong aroma of her vaginal juices and residual urine. As I removed my two fingers from her asshole, I noticed that they had quite a few shit stains on them.

-"Love, how your ass turns me on, it smells so delicious and stinky at the same time," I said in Marcela's ear as I brought my fingers stained with her substances closer to her.

-"Hmmmm, love, don't you want me to stop by the bathroom before you fuck me over there," Marcela consulted.

-"Don't worry, my love, it's natural and there's nothing wrong with your little ass being a bit dirty" - I told her for her peace of mind, although in reality that was not an obstacle at all.

After lubricating my cock and Marcela's anal hole with my saliva, I took position to embark on one of the moments I had been looking forward to the most in decades: ass-fucking a friend's mother.

My cock looked bigger than usual. The purple head and glans looked as if it had suddenly increased in size. I brought my cock closer to Marcela's asshole and began to press hard to overcome the resistance of her orifice.

Although finger dilation and lubrication were a great help, it would not be easy to insert my cock into a sexually virgin ass. So, the best thing to do was to take my time and, at the same time, make sure Marcela didn't tense up so that it wouldn't put too much pressure on my cock. It wasn't that I wasn't turned on by that, but perhaps a sudden and exaggerated pressure of her sphincter on my cock could cause me to ejaculate suddenly and that would ruin my plans.

The head of my cock began to slowly push through Marcela's anal hole. She was gradually accepting my cock inside her, but I was forced to pull back and retry so as not to lose the momentum.

-"I'm going slowly, Marcela, I don't want it to hurt. It's a slow process, but necessary for your little ass to get used to my cock. The last thing I want is for you to be in pain and not enjoy it at all". -I commented to Marcela to make her relax.

-"Ow! Oh! It feels both pleasant and... Ow! Painful. I didn't imagine your cock was so big for my anus, love." -Marcela said to me.

-"Oh, my God, what a rich ....! The head is in, my love, you've already got the whole head of my cock inside your little ass, congratulations". -I said to Marcela to cheer her up.

-"I had already noticed that, Dani, oh, you bastard!" -Marcela exclaimed after I pulled the head of my cock out of her ass to look at it and put it back in without the necessary gentleness.

The walls of her anal tract exerted significant pressure on my cock, so much so that at times I felt as if I was losing sensation. I was reaching deeper and deeper into Marcela's bowels and that was generating an enormous excitement in me.

After a few minutes of gradualism, my cock was finally up to my testicles inside Marcela. The "emergency door" was no longer an emergency door, but a completely open one, assaulted by the cock of one of her son's friends. Marcela had lost her anal virginity at the age of 50, married and in her own home, something she would never get back and would always be with me.

The speed of the thrusts increased, as did the depth of my cock's incursions into her ass. I took the license to pull her by her hair, taking advantage of the fact that Marcela still had it loose, to fuck her hard and fast without stopping for several minutes. First I did it without removing even a part of the glans of my cock from her ass and then, knowing that this generated a little pain, I withdrew my cock until I completely uncovered the head of the glans and penetrated her deep again, enjoying not only Marcela's moans of pain and pleasure, but also seeing how my cock exhibited some shit stains on the glans and the shaft.

-"Oh, what a nice ass you have! Marce, I love to fuck your anus and I would do it until the end of time without stopping." -I said to Marcela in her ear while I didn't slow down my penetration.

-"It's all yours, my love! Oh, this feels so good, my God! -Marce expressed as she continued to moan and scream.

At a certain point, I began to pull my cock roughly out of her ass to visualize the state of her anal hole. It was delicious not only to observe that open, swollen and reddish orifice, but also to contemplate my brown cock and to feel the sound it made when the glans abruptly came out of his ass, similar to the sound of a wine bottle cork being removed.

-"Slowly, my love! Ouch! Damn you, that hurts, do it more gently!" -protested Marcela regarding my abrupt withdrawals of cock from her anal hole.

-"I'm sorry love, it's just that your little ass is devouring my cock and won't let it out," I replied in a funny way.

And it was true: Marce's anal hole sucked my cock when I tried to pull it out, mainly when it was the turn of the glans to come out, which opened the anal hole a bit more than usual.

I took advantage of the fact that Marcela was leaning against the backrest to visualise her asshole and the best sight I had had in many years: her sore, gaping anal hole, opening and closing with difficulty.

Then we lay on the couch along the length of the sofa, with me leaning against the backrest and her next to me, both of us lying on our left profiles. She had her ass fully resting on my pelvis and my cock inside her anal hole. It was the most comfortable position and the one that made me imagine a healthy married life with Marcela: fucking, having sex and enjoying all the pleasure every single day of our lives. Why don't some men take care of this kind of women and disrespect them?

Now Marcela was enjoying my cock inside her ass and nothing was left of the grimaces of pain she had when I sodomised her in doggy style from behind. This was the ideal position for two people who, beyond being physically attracted to each other and being almost 20 years apart in age, honoured good sex and the most basic human pleasure.

With my hands I touched Marcela's tits and gave her a good spanking while my cock did its job of fucking her anal hole:

-"Oh, my love, let's stay like this all night long and never take your cock out of my ass! -begged Marcela completely out of her mind.

-"Marce, you have a delicious ass and you fuck very well. If it were up to me, I'd take you to live with me forever, but you have a husband and a family". -I said to Marce to keep her from straying too far from reality.

Marcela was a fantastic and well-maintained woman despite not having the ideal body. But having sex and desiring a person does not mean that we are willing to sacrifice our lives to try to make an impossible fantasy come true.

I tried to kiss her on the lips and on her body to accompany the anal fucking with a dose of affection and affection. One thing did not take away from the other: we could have wild and aggressive sex, without being disrespectful or violent towards each other. To tell the truth, it was a very particular love that Marcela and I felt for each other.

After about 10 minutes in that position, my cock was already sending clear messages that it was showing signs of exhaustion. 40 minutes fucking with a mature woman like Marcela, unsatisfied by her husband and willing to do anything to enjoy those sporadic moments of satisfaction, were not free for my cock. She also needed a break and the best thing was to finish with a good ejaculation in her ass.

I resumed the position from the beginning, with Marcela and her great body sitting on top of me. But I rearranged her so that her ass was in the ideal position for my cock to enter her anal hole, not her vagina.

-"Stick and guide my cock into your ass, Marce." -I asked Marcela to feel my cock in her hands and, at the same time, delegating the job to her.

-"Of course I will, my love, I'm going to ride your cock until I get all the cum out of your balls, I hope you're ready." -Marcela predicted.

I felt his big, rough left hand grip my cock like it was the neck of a duck we wanted to hang. After rubbing it a few times to reaffirm his erection, he began to move my cock as if it were a joystick and directing it towards his anal hole. The fact that she already had it open and dilated would make penetration easier, but the job was to be guided by mere sense of touch: that is, the rubbing of the head of my cock against her anal orifice. Once Marcela detected the right spot, she pressed her ass down and my cock began to be squeezed through her anal hole, almost sucked in, until it was fully inserted.

This time, it was Marcela who had complete control of the position and I was merely the dominated one, subject to Marcela's movements and decisions. Slowly, she began to ride in time with her tits slamming into my face. Although the sofa was padded, the sound of the backrest banging against the wall was accompanied by the creaking of the timbers each time Marcela descended and ascended.

With my two hands I spread her buttocks so that the only sensation on my cock was the rubbing between her anal hole and my cock. It was a much more pleasurable sensation than the previous positions, as if several hands were circling my cock and rubbing it roughly up and down. This was enhanced by the fact that Marcela was on top of me in her entirety, something impossible to imagine compared to a few months ago.

-"Can you give me the kiss Singapore?" - I asked Marcela knowing that she would not understand what I was asking.

-"The Singapore kiss? What's that, love?" - Marcela replied

-"Very easy. You have to put pressure with your ass to squeeze my cock inside it." -I explained to Marcela.

-"Like I want to expel your cock from my ass?" -Marcela asked, accompanying her query with a knowing expression.

-"Exactly, as if my cock was a piece of poo that you want to expel from your anus". -I completed to Marcela.

-"Delicious, but I hope you don't regret asking me for this". -sentenced Marcela

This request coincided with my desire to ejaculate. To tell you the truth, my cock was already aching and I didn't want it to go much longer. Sometimes, it's better to finish at the right time and avoid the end of sex being so disappointing.

After issuing her "delicious" warning, the end of this fantastic adventure began to loom on the horizon. After riding my cock again and again, Marcela stopped her movement and began to exert great pressure with her sphincter on my cock. She squeezed, relaxed, squeezed harder, relaxed and so on and so forth for a few minutes. The sensation was very pleasant and impossible to compare with any other. At the same time, I was getting a rough idea of the scatological traces I would find when I withdrew my cock from his ass.

Now, Marcela changed the form of anal pressure on my cock. Harder and steadier, for a while more pronounced. When my cock started to slide out, Marcela would loosen the sphincter; then she would squeeze hard again as if she was choking my cock and so on.

-"Can you smother my cock with your ass and let me fill your bowels with my milk? -I implored Marcela.

-"So be it, my beautiful one! -Marcela said to me.

I felt again my cock being squeezed by Marcela's ass. Just like it did before, but now I was accompanying her with my pelvic movements. The pressure on the cock and the penetration attempts generated the perfect combo of stimuli for the story to come to an end.

-"OH! Take it, Marcela! OH!" -I exclaimed as I felt my cock shoot strong jets of cum inside her ass.

-"Ohhhh, baby, thank you for giving me your milk! -Marcela said as she pounced on me and we hugged each other.

My cock was still throbbing after ejaculation in spasms, still held by Marcela's ass. With one of my hands I massaged her buttocks and with the other I spanked her affectionately as if she were a baby burping her milk.

-"Did you like it, Marcela? did you find my cock tasty?" -I asked Marcela as she caught her breath.

-"Do you know how long it's been since I've been fucked the way you did?" -answered Marcela

-"Rich mature women like you need sex every day and I'm willing to give it to you as often as you need it," I said to Marcela as an offer of agreement for the future.

-"Of course, you won't think of leaving me unsatisfied, you hear? -warned Marcela, as a threat that at the same time was mixed with an exciting proposal.

I lifted Marcela's ass, who was still sitting on me, slightly so that my cock could free itself from her asshole. It had been almost 10 minutes since my cock had breathed fresh air and had not come out of her anal hole.

Almost in slow motion, I pulled my cock out until the glans and the head came out of her ass, generating that exciting uncorking sound. I could see my cock completely covered in cum and poo, dead and almost in a state of flaccidity. Marcela had kept her promise: "I won't leave a single drop of cum on your testicles".

As I looked at the "nice mess" of my cock, I caught sight of a phone-like device with its camera pointed at me. It was located under a piece of furniture, in just the right position to capture the whole sexual adventure. But the device did not belong to me.

-"Marcela, were you filming us? -I asked Marcela, who didn't seem as surprised as I thought she would be by the discovery.

-"Yes, Daniel. Not only am I going to keep this moment to relive it, but this way I can make sure that you won't escape me. -Marcela warned in a rather ominous tone.

The amorous, sex-starved mature Marcela was now revealing her true identity: a nymphomaniac who had found her sexual hostage and whose life could be ruined with the push of a "send" button.