We began to kiss softly at the beginning, then wildly; I had the impression this woman didn’t know a damn about how to kiss, despite she had been married and was a mother of four. I also realized she had never been caressed or fondled in such delightfully, coz decency and morals was an impediment for her right to enjoy lavishly. I think she was surprised at realizing she lacked courage or spirit to fight back so nobody fucked her.
Elena is short, 1.55 meters tall. Her measures: 90, 65, 85. Her flesh, muscles are firm and well shaped legs as resulting daily gym work. She’s also the owner of such gorgeous breasts. A tiny waist that resembled a cute mouse with long neck. She has blue eyes, thin sensual lips, especially perceived when she sometimes bit them shily, or if a stranger hand sneaked under her skirt. She also is a natural blonde, that dress discretely, but… if she ever dressed up for me.. Hell, she really drives me mad! Despite she is no longer young, her body looks better than her daughter's.
After she made sure she liked me after I kissed her, touched her, play with her body. Subsequently, I was allowed to pass my hand around her waist, touch her legs under the blue jean she was wearing now. It was here where she resisted, didn't give up to me, still kissing me. I kept pressing by repeating the same stuff over and over.
I immediately unbuttoned her blouse -one button. She started to protest, but it would be a good idea to begin kissing that part of her bare neck which paid good results here as she stopped complaining, and got still. My stroking resumed above her top, feeling her fleshy boobs until she uttered: “Please, no, don’t do that to me!”
This request, was totally ignored, for I kept kissing and fondling, until I was done with the last button, and her blouse was wide opened for me now. This sudden outcome, made her object; her face expression showed disapproval forcing me to stop.
Out of the sudden, her womanhood took over, in complete control, as she realized I was on my wasy to fuck this 50 yo woman. Only one breast portion was on sight now, so I worked on this part nice and easy. I felt their volume, tiny freckles, and the limits of bra, how it could cover such large boobs all together with nipples, a magnificent view.
The white tits and nipples got hard just the moment I touched them, driving me mad. The areola was almost gone in her boobs, no wrinkles, no flaccid or flabby, or dangling boobs. On the contrary, this stimulus spread all over to her tits as they received woman’s message: "Get stiff now!!"
I had to take off her top myself, but it was necessary to unfasten her buttons at the cuff. My lack of practice didn’t assist, undoing one after the other, so her arms became trapped on her back, like handcuffed. This way her breasts were now on plain view, swaying, still covered by the bra though. Oh, what a wonder to admire here!!
Her tits were at the mercy of my hands, abandoned. She claimed mercy:
“Oh, no please, stop it!”
I wouldn’t pay any attention. I got down those bra strips starting from shoulders, then down to arms. This had been enough for her, being naked in front of a guy, in a long time, too bad, for she already was stripped off her blouse. A woman this old was too difficult to handle, having the bra strips pulled first, and then the bra cups. As I tried to unfasten this piece, she’d resist. She felt my kissing and said: “No, enough stop it!”
This sounded like an order to me, the woman obviously hint me: "Go ahead, come on, you're good at this!!"
“Oh, please, don’t go any further … I said: no!”
Touch her legs and asscheeks had been the tough job here, due to unatended long periods. Well, I finally progressed into next level: loose her pant belt. I had to unzip her pants, my hands around her waist and hips. This stuff became a complicated task without her cooperation.
Laud screams were not heard any longer, for she was already lost in the middle of confusion, go astray. Her womanhood had imposed over her willpower and her femenity was now in command. We sat in the couch next to each other and Elena knelt over me kissing me passionately. After a while, I pushed her on the cushion and she agreed to take off her pants herselfl.
She immediately stripped off her panties herself, while emitting sounds like uttering strange groans, already turned on. This seemed more to a rape at instances… up to now, for she kept screaming: "No, please.!"
This opposition was contradictory to her desires: she wished to get laid down, actually.
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Well, yes, it looked like a rape for I had been forcing within her while her mind struggled for so much hesitation: “Yes, go ahead. No, please stop it!!”
She never imagined that after kissing her I’d dare to fondle her body, and would dare to fuck her brains out, to carry on with my plans.
This hot woman had figured out it was just a platonic, nonphysical game: only a kiss here and there, to touch her, literature and music, especially if I didn’t ask her to have sex beforlehand. She never thought in getting on her four so soon, her back facing me waiting to put my rod inside her naked on a sofa, legs spread wide, giving up her tight ass while playing bouncy bouncy on my fat dick.
A conflict within her mind was apparently over perhaps had come to a decision. Lying on the coach, still saying: “No, please, stop it!” I wondered why this woman kept hugging, kissing me. Probably she had revealed her secret: she had fell in love with me, but believed she could manage her body her way. Damn, she was wrong, and would pay the consequences from now on!!
I took off her panty with one hand while with the other I fondled her. I began to work my hands into her upper inner thighs, then to touch the vulva. Oh, yea, there is nothing better than a fresh shaved pussy that is dripping wet and screaming for cock!!
Most likely she had noticed my capability doing love, a passionate lover, that's why she had shaved her pussy, her gift to me. She go the point, cooperated by laying on her back and beginning to spread her legs wide. Suddenly, she made her move and pulled me against her so I’d poke my dick into her delicious shaved box.
She was longing for a god fuck so I was looking for some trim, going up and down upon her, to brushing my penis against her vulva and get her horny. This way her clit was invited to the party too. I aimed carefully at her labia, and began to poke, slowly. This vagina was too tight and Elena gave signals meaning it hurts -sometimes moaned- while moving her head to one side. It’s out of the question, she had wasted time finding a partner.
This tunnel of love was appetizingly tight, and I began to force within her, sometimes she cooperated and consented. It was so lusciously to be within her after so many years courting her, and finally taking off her top, rubbed her tits, kissed them and grabbed her asscheeks like a depraved, immoral. I even parted her asscheeks and played with them, her prohibited goodies, hard to believe, like a dream, fucking the lady’s cunt. Anybody would think I was forcing her to make love, but she cooperated by grabbing her asscheeks, and parted them with both hands, screaming:
“Oh, no, stop it!”
I was nailing her, demolishing her pussy, yet she didn’t resist, totally silent. After a while I turned her around on doggy position, her back facing me, and started a caress at the neck, then down to her buttocks which drew my attention, so I focused on them, rejoicing the view as she shook her buttocks on my request. Finally, I penetrated her from behind into her vagina, without difficulty. I could see my rod getting in and out, and the vagina gripping my shaft, lubricated by a thick creampy, as well as her asshole… I suddenly cummed after I shoved my rod into her a few more strokes. I even saw cum load flooding out her cunt: her menstruation is gone forever -she’s 50- so we fucked frequently -any time I wish and call her. No way she’ll get pregnant or having necessity for condoms.
Minutes later, Elena lifted her head with difficulty, hair covering her face, and I could see Elena smiling for the first time since we had met, pretty fulfilled. Elena looked as if a train had run over her!
I think she faked her orgasm, yet she claimed the contrary. She said was now convinced why sex existed: not precisely for human procreation, but also to enjoy having sexual intercourse. She had been penetrated despite her reluctance, inexperience, innocence. We fucked in a sofa in a hall with walls adorned by paints and pictures of her marriage.
One week later I dropped for a visit at her place. She showed me around, while she proudly kissed me and hugged me, after e-mailed me and I came on short notice. At the lounge where we used to drink coffee, I slid her pants down, then slowly lowered her thongs, and made her bend over, her hands on a chair to hang on. She spread her legs wide and I penetrated my shaft without any warm up or preparation -her pussy was not yet wet. She invited me over to her bedroom. I touched her freshly shaven labia and placed a finger gently between her saturated lips. This woman began to weep without prior notice after having her orgasm, so I asked her what’s the problem: She had just distinguished an orgasm for the first time in her life, a deep and prolonged one, and according with what she declared, got momentarily blind in the middle of an explosion of fire and happiness.
On one occasion, she believed she was the perfect bitch, giving head, bobbing up and down, trying different sex positions and learned to enjoy a new pleasure: spanks, then tied to the bed. She won’t be embarrassed any more if having orgasms with no penetration. Definitely, this mature is open minded!
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