a 40-year-old virgin

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My friends call me "Master Xi" because I was a 40-year-old virgin
. In the early days of reform and opening up, with the help of a benefactor, I invested my limited funds in real estate development. As a result, I was able to live a leisurely life, without having to rush around the streets every day, toiling for a meal and having to put up with other people's attitudes. I paid nearly 10,000 yuan in interest from the bank every month, plus dividends from my friends' businesses and hotels, which made my life a bit boring.

One day, while driving past a travel agency, I couldn't help but have the urge to travel. I parked my car and went into the lobby. Immediately, a young woman approached me with a professional smile: "Sir, are you looking for a tour?" I looked around. All five tables in the lobby were occupied, four of them were full. Only one table had a woman in her thirties sitting there, talking to a tour guide. I nodded, and the young woman who greeted me pointed to that table and said, "Sir, please have a seat. Would you like some water?" As I followed her to the table, I said, "No, thank you," while waving the bottled green tea in my hand.

After sitting down, I couldn't help but glance at the female customer opposite me. Her beautiful face and fair skin stirred my heart. She wore a well-fitting pale yellow sleeveless dress, which revealed her delicate, fair arms. I heard the tour guide who was greeting her writing something on the registration form while asking, "Are you alone?" "Yes," a soft, magnetic voice reached my ears.

I hadn't quite caught what the receptionist was saying about the tour routes and activities. My eyes widened as I saw the words "Yunnan, Luxury Tour" written on the female customer's registration form. I turned to the receptionist and said, "I'm planning to go to Yunnan. What tours are available?" My peripheral vision told me the female customer was looking at me. I immediately met her gaze, and a pair of bright, gentle eyes, tinged with a hint of melancholy, met my eyes. Instinctively, I smiled politely at her as a greeting.

She looked away as if startled, a faint blush rising on her fair cheeks. "What kind of tour are you joining?" the receptionist asked professionally and expertly. "Just a 10-day luxury tour, preferably departing soon," I said.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her turn to look at me again; I didn't look at her again, but I knew there was a hint of surprise in her eyes. Then I heard the receptionist say, "Could you please give me your ID card?" Out of the corner of my eye, I watched her elegantly open her purse, take out a red leather wallet, and place her ID card on the table. I couldn't help but glance at it—Du Wenying, the information I wanted.

Almost simultaneously, our tour guide told us that the tour would depart in three days, and the specific time would be contacted with the phone number we had left.

I got out and into the car. Just as I turned the corner, I saw her get into a taxi, and I involuntarily followed. The car drove two streets and stopped in front of a building, watching her go inside. I looked up and saw it was a guesthouse club. I parked my car and decided to visit my junior brother, Lu Dawen, who ran a kendo dojo on the third floor.

As luck would have it, just as I was closing the car door, Lu Dawen got out of a taxi and spotted me immediately: "Senior Brother Bai, what brings you here?" "Just came to see you! You've been open for two months now, and I'm here on opening day. How's business?" I smiled, pressed the security button, and we went into the building together. "Not bad. Parents these days are very generous, mostly with their children. The only problem is we're short of coaches. Like I always say, senior brother, give your junior a hand." "You know I don't like being stuck in one place. I can only say I'll come and fill in when I have time."

Given the current situation, I should have agreed to his request out of sheer boredom, but I really didn't want to be tied down by anything or any particular timeframe. The two of us walked into his kendo dojo, where many students were already practicing.

Just then, a woman emerged from the women's changing room, and I was taken aback. It was the woman I'd met at the travel agency! I thought to myself, "She's not practicing sabanyan, she's practicing kendo! Isn't this a match made in heaven? My seventh dan kendo skill can finally come in handy!" At that moment, I saw her, standing at about 1.6 meters tall, with a helmet tucked under her arm and a bamboo sword in her hand, approach. She said to my friend, "Hello, Coach Lu." "Hello," my friend replied politely. Then, she glanced at me, seemingly casually, a blush rising on her fair face that made my heart flutter, before she lowered her head and walked away.

My friend noticed my gaze and said, "What's wrong? You've found someone you like? That's rare! Why don't you come work for me? That'll give you a much better chance." Lu Dawen looked at me slyly, and I understood his thoughts, so I said, "I'll only come when I have class in this class." "Really? Thank you so much, senior! Although it's a bit like prioritizing romance over friendship, I'm still very happy. How about starting today?"

"My things are still with the teacher. Wait a moment, I'll go get them. But you're taking advantage of me," he nodded and smiled, about to turn around and gather the students. I stopped him and said, "Come with me. I can introduce her on the way. Besides, don't you want to see the teacher?" "Okay, I haven't seen the teacher since the course started. If I don't go see her soon, she'll beat me with a bamboo sword." Meeting the teacher was nothing more than a respectful and polite exchange.

I hurriedly dressed and followed Lu Dawen into the kendo dojo. All the students stopped when they saw Lu Dawen in his kendo uniform and greeted us, "Coach Lu, hello!" "Hello everyone, you students in this class are truly fortunate. Now, let me introduce you. This is my senior, Coach Bai. He's a grade higher than me and one of only eight 7th Dan in the entire country," I said, quickly bowing to the students. They all greeted me in unison, "Coach Bai, hello!"

As I returned the bow, I found my target. There was something incredulous in her clear eyes; I knew she hadn't expected this. What Lu Dawen said next was even more unexpected for her and surprised me as well. However, I was truly grateful to Lu Dawen; he had delivered a crucial message for me. "Coach Bai is quite busy, and I've asked her several times but she hasn't come. This time, she agreed to lead your class entirely for one of you," she said with a smile. To those who didn't pay attention, it sounded like a joke, but to those who did, it was useful, even incredibly effective, information. Sure

enough, when I looked at her, our eyes met, and she immediately lowered her head, her fair face turning a vibrant red, as if she'd drunk alcohol.

The students curiously exchanged glances, all wanting to know who had received such attention from the coach. Her expression clearly told them what they wanted to know. After they learned the result, they all looked at me. I didn't give them time to think further and began practicing the basic movements.

On the bus, Lu Dawen told me that the class had only been running for a week and had only had two lessons. The woman named Du Wenying was forty years old, single, and worked as a white-collar worker in a foreign company. I hadn't expected her age; she looked no older than thirty. I didn't understand how she maintained her youthful appearance.

After the training, she walked up to Lu Dawen and said something while I was correcting a student's movements. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Lu Dawen saying something to her and pointing in my direction. She looked over with some hesitation, hesitated for a moment, then walked over, head bowed, and said, "Coach Bai, I'd like to ask for leave."

I looked at her, even at such close range, she didn't look forty. Her fair face had only a single wrinkle at the corner of her eye. Under the light, her face had a layer of golden down. Her neatly trimmed eyebrows, like willow leaves, rested on a pair of dark, bright eyes. Her high-bridged nose started between her eyes, extending down and abruptly ending at the hollow of her perfectly thick, sensual lips, like a precipice.

The sweat from my shampoo accelerated the release of its fragrance, filling my nostrils with a faint jasmine scent. Her face was glistening with sweat. I stared at her, somewhat dazed, until she looked up at me after not getting a reply. I snapped out of it and said, "Oh, okay, I'm going on a trip in a couple of days too. It's alright, I'll make up the classes you missed." "Thank you," she said, giving a slight nod before turning and leaving.

Lu Dawen came over. "Senior, come on, I'll treat you to dinner." By this time, most of the students had left. I followed him into the office, where the coaches changed. As we changed, he asked, "Du Wenying is forty years old, are you still interested?" "Does she look like she's forty?" I replied.

"She doesn't look it, but she really is forty," he said, puzzled and curious. "You know I like women, and beauty is a prerequisite. I like women like her," "But she is indeed very beautiful. To be honest, I was attracted to her at first sight, but when I found out her age, I realized I'm rather traditional." "Haha, you don't understand women at all. I believe she must be an interesting woman. Also, I'm going on a trip the day after tomorrow. I'll make up for this class when I get back." "

What? You're going on a trip too? With her?" Lu Dawen looked at me in surprise. I had no choice but to tell him about our encounter during dinner.

Three days later, Du Wenying and I went to the travel agency separately and took a bus to the airport. Along the way, I noticed that everyone was a couple, except for Du Wenying and me, who were single. As I boarded the plane, I took the seat card next to her. After takeoff, I broke the ice: "Hello! Let's get acquainted, my name is Bai Chi." (Chi: pronounced like "chi" in Chinese). She stared at me for a while after hearing this. I understood what surprised her, so I told her what the character was.

She then said, relieved, "Hello! My name is Du Wenying." "Looks like we'll be a couple on this trip," I said tentatively. "Why?" Her face showed doubt and a hint of displeasure. "Didn't you see when we arrived? Everyone was in pairs," she frowned slightly after considering my words.

"Could I know why you learned kendo?" I quickly changed the subject, afraid she would overthink it. "I was originally in the guest room on the fourth floor of the student dormitory. Later, Coach Lu opened a kendo dojo, and I curiously went to watch a few times. I felt it was very good; everyone was so polite, like gentlemen. I was tempted and signed up," she answered politely, probably still considering the possibility of being a couple.

"May I know what you do?" I asked somewhat brazenly. "Oh, I work as a planner at a foreign company," she lowered her head. "Have you ever been to Yunnan before?" "No, you have?" This was the first time she had asked me. "

Ah, that was a long time ago. Things have changed a lot now. Plus, I saw at the travel agency the other day that you were going to Yunnan, and I couldn't help but want to go back again," she said. She wasn't surprised by my words. I think she already knew, because she must have remembered what Lu Dawen said in front of the students.

"Do you judge a person solely by their appearance?" she asked again. "No! I look at both inside and out. I like people who are consistent inside and out," I understood what she meant. Sure enough, she asked again, "Do you know how old I am?" "Oh, right, can I call you Sister Wenying?" "Do you know my age? Oh, Coach Lu has my information, so how should I address you?" she asked wisely. "Just call me Xiaobai," the two of us gradually became familiar. An

unexpected thing happened when we checked into the hotel. Later, I learned by phone that because Du Wenying and I had only booked two people for our tour, the travel agency had grouped us into a couples' group. As a result, the local tour guide only booked 10 suites, while the other nine couples happily checked in. The tour guide looked at Du Wenying, who had raised an objection, with a troubled expression.

I had no choice but to act like a gentleman and say, "I'll go book another room." The tour guide told me he had already checked and there weren't any available. Because it was the tourist season and this hotel was a designated hotel for many travel agencies, the rooms were very close together. Seeing this, I could only say, "Wenying, you go up first. I'll go check other hotels and get some rest, otherwise I won't have the energy to play tomorrow." The tour guide said, "Oh, we're also holding a small welcome party for everyone tonight. We hope you'll attend," and then left.

I picked up my small bag and was about to leave when Du Wenying said, "Xiaobai, why don't you go up and check first? It's not convenient to look elsewhere." Her bright eyes showed a hint of reluctance as she spoke.

Entering the room, thankfully it was a suite with an inner and outer wing. Seeing this, I was about to act gentlemanly again when she spoke up, "Xiaobai, you sleep inside, I'll make do on the sofa." "How can I? I'm a man, how can I let you sleep on the sofa? You sleep inside, I'll sleep on the sofa. Go take a shower first, I'm going out for a walk."

She then turned to leave. "It's alright, don't be so formal. Are you satisfied now?" Hearing her words, I looked at her in surprise. "What do you mean?" "Don't you understand? If I'm not mistaken, it started that day at the travel agency. Pretending to be a gentleman, but following you all the way here, don't you understand?" My face flushed instantly, and at the same time, I felt a sense of relief.

The fact that she let me stay here, and then broke the ice, made me realize she was unusual, and it also gave me the information that she didn't dislike me. And the fact that we could share a room while she understood my intentions meant I had a real chance. But this wasn't enough for me. An unexpected event helped me speed things up; I decided I had to sleep with her tonight, so we could travel like a couple—that's what I wanted.

"Why aren't you saying anything? What kind of naughty idea are you thinking about?" she said, sitting on the sofa, her voice gentle and full of joy, as if she knew what I was thinking. I couldn't help but decide to add fuel to the fire, so I said, "What else can I think about? You see through everything. All I can do is think about you." "I want to remind you, I'm already forty years old," she said, looking at me intently, trying to see even the slightest hesitation or retreat on my face or in my expression. If she did, she would immediately close the door that had just been opened, and our romance would be over. From then on, she would protect herself with her noble indifference and reserve.

How could I give her such a chance? "Sister Wenying, I had many opportunities to back out before, but I didn't. Do you think I would still do that now that I'm here? Besides, I still doubt whether you're old enough, and even if you are, I won't give up." These were my true feelings, and I didn't expect her next words to make my heart flutter.

"Xiaobai, please sit down. I think I need to explain a few things," she continued after I sat down. "First, I need to tell you that my age is real. Before I met you, no man had ever made my heart flutter. Over the years, perhaps my childhood experiences have made me somewhat resistant to men. Several nice men have appeared in my life, but I couldn't accept them. I don't want to tell you why, but I hope you can let me keep this feeling forever. I don't think it will affect our relationship. That day at the travel agency, I felt my heart flutter and my face blush for the first time. Later, at the kendo dojo, when your friend said those words, I almost couldn't control myself. It was something indescribable..." "I've developed a very strong liking for you, Xiling. That day at the kendo dojo, for the first time at night, I thought of a man other than my father, which surprised me greatly. I don't even know why I was looking forward to this trip. Now that I've said it all, I'm happy, but I must tell you, no matter what the future holds, I will never try marriage. Firstly, because of my age; secondly, because I don't want to be bound by marriage; and thirdly, I hope you can respect me and not force me to do things I don't want to do. As for your requests, I will listen to them as long as I don't object. Okay, I've said my piece. Now it's your turn." She crossed her arms, looking at me with a passionate gaze, her face flushed crimson.

"I don't have much to say. I completely agree with your thoughts, otherwise I would have been married long ago." She smiled elegantly. "Alright, I'm going to take a shower. You can watch TV or go out, it's up to you." After saying that, she went into the inner room.

I decided to find a place to sit for a while before dinner and think about what had happened. I went to the bar on the second floor and ordered a coffee. Everything seemed to be on my side. This was what I hoped for, yet I hadn't expected. Such an outstanding woman, yet no man pursued her. What was the reason she didn't want to say? I was unusually excited, thinking that I must give her the drug tonight, otherwise she definitely wouldn't be able to handle what was between my legs. She was already very resistant to men, and once she developed aversion to sex due to discomfort, everything would go wrong.

The welcome party that evening was simple. We didn't participate in the games that required couples to join, and I decided to take her to a bar instead. After she ordered an orange juice, she looked at me, and I couldn't help but reach out and take her slender, fair hand. She trembled slightly but didn't pull away. I gently stroked the back of her smooth hand, running my fingers along the faint veins. We didn't speak, just gazed at each other.

After a few minutes, she said, "I'm going to the restroom," and picked up her purse and went to the bathroom. I quickly poured three white pills from a bottle in my pocket—a powerful Japanese aphrodisiac given to me by a friend. I put them in orange juice, and after watching the foam disappear, I suddenly felt guilty. How could I do such a thing to a woman like this? A feeling of shame rose within me, but at the same time, that dirty me felt proud of my actions. Aren't men meant to have women? Aren't women born for men?

Just then, she came back. I pulled her to sit beside me. She didn't show the slightest displeasure; she just used her expressive eyes to tell me not to do anything inappropriate. I simply held her hand and said, "Don't you feel we're destined for each other?" She turned to look at me and smiled, saying, "I only accept the destiny you speak of. Didn't I already say we're not meant to be?" "Ah, I won't forget. Even if one day you want to be tied down, I won't be tempted. I'm the kind of person who loves freedom."

"Can you tell me why you started your plan so quickly?" She leaned against my shoulder like a little bird. "It's just a feeling. I feel like God brought me to you. That day, I was driving around aimlessly, and when I got to that travel agency, I suddenly had the idea of traveling, and I walked in without thinking." "It seems you're also the man God brought for me, placing us at that table on that day, in that place, at that moment." She looked at me with a dreamy and intoxicated gaze.

I was waiting for the drug to take effect. The feeling of having such a beautiful woman in my arms was making me restless. My heart desired to take her to the room, press her onto the bed, and have my way with her. But the allure she exuded made me feel that I would get nothing in return. I couldn't help but tentatively reach out and put my arm around her shoulder, feeling her warmth and smooth, silky skin with my hand. She leaned against me, one hand reaching up to my waist and wrapping around my lower back.

Just as I was trying to find a topic of conversation, I clearly felt her skin heating up, and her legs beneath her black knee-length skirt began to move rhythmically, gradually increasing in speed. The hand around my lower back noticeably tightened its grip. My hand slipped from her smooth upper arm into the sleeve of her loose-fitting short-sleeved shirt, sliding down her shoulder and gently hooking the bra strap, pulling it upwards.

She let out a soft moan, and I couldn't resist kissing her forehead. She opened her closed eyes, her alluring gaze revealing a passionate desire. Her lips moved slightly; I knew she was controlling her surging lust, her whole body trembling to maintain a semblance of feminine modesty.

I released her slightly damp right hand with my other hand, lifted her chin, and without hesitation kissed her still-moving red lips. I could feel her tense body relax instantly, her warm breath blowing directly onto my face. I pressed my tongue against hers, and the moment she felt it, her mouth opened instantly.

I completely sealed her mouth shut, and as I forcefully inhaled, her soft, warm tongue entered my mouth with a humming sound from her throat. I licked her tongue with my own, and she responded by wiggling her tongue in return. I gently bit her tongue with my teeth, and my tongue tip kept touching her tongue tip.

She kept panting and humming, her hands tightly wrapped around my waist. I waited a while, until her mouth was full of saliva, then I released her tongue and sucked hard. Immediately, her warm, wet saliva entered my mouth. Just as I swallowed, our mouths separated, and she glanced at me, scolding me with a "You're so bad."

After swallowing, I said "I want more," and before she could speak, I kissed her lips again. After swallowing two more mouthfuls of her warm, sweet saliva, her emotions changed. Her rapid breathing, dazed eyes, and the intense lust that sent shivers down her spine made her writhe uncontrollably. She finally couldn't take it anymore.

"Shall we go back to the room?" she said, her expression weak from burning desire. I didn't say anything, paid the bill, and went back to the room. I looked at her and said, "Go to sleep, I'm going to take a shower." She didn't say anything, but there was extreme disappointment in her eyes. She still kissed me on the cheek, looking utterly defeated, and went into the inner room. She closed the door, then quickly opened it again, leaving a crack. I smiled, knowing I had succeeded.

I lay comfortably in the bathtub, the warm water enveloping me. My mind was filled with thoughts of Du Wenying's soft lips and refreshing breath. I was determined to make her beg me to bed, so I could control her as much as possible. And she would definitely make the first move, because the extra dose of aphrodisiac I'd taken gave me immense confidence. Just one pill of that drug could turn a virgin into a slut.

I'd given her three at once. I wondered what would become of her. My friend had told me that as long as I didn't give her an orgasm, her libido would increase the longer it lasted; the drug could last for five hours. Thinking of her slightly melancholic eyes, I felt a pang of guilt for being so cruel.

I left the bathroom, wearing only square-legged shorts, and sat on the sofa. I lit a cigarette, turned on the TV, and watched a boring program, waiting for her to appear.

Sure enough, before her cigarette had even finished burning, she opened the door to the inner room. Wearing a loose-fitting cotton dress with shoulder straps, she looked at me with eyes burning with lust, barely able to think straight, and said, "Come in and sleep. Don't you want me?" I stood up and walked to her, staring at her with eyes full of love but even more lust, and said, "I'm afraid you'll hate me, and..."

Before I could finish, she covered my mouth with her hand and threw herself into my arms, saying, "Carry me to bed, conquer me with all your might."

Without hesitation, I lifted her legs, her arms around my neck. I placed her on the bed and sealed her lips with mine. She held me tightly, forcefully thrusting her tongue into my mouth, and I placed my right hand on her breasts.

My hands touched something incredibly soft and elastic, and I could feel that the bra under her skirt was made of a very thin fabric. I couldn't wait to pull down her skirt and bra straps from her shoulders. As her hands slipped from the straps, I had already flipped down her bra, revealing her high, erect breasts.

One breast was pure white and smooth, with faintly visible bluish veins. A pale pink areola, the size of a coin, held a bright red nipple the size of a longan seed, already erect and full of life, like a perfectly ripe cherry. I couldn't help but take it into my mouth, hearing her surprised and satisfied "Mmm..."

My fingers grasped her breast, which wasn't particularly large but was enough to make any man's heart race, kneading the soft, elastic, smooth flesh between my fingers. Her tongue occasionally licked and sucked at her hard nipples, interspersed with light bites and scrapes from her teeth. Each bite and scrape made her whole body tense, and she let out a long moan.

With my other hand, I pulled down the other strap of her tank top, and she actively twisted to match me, pulling it down to her thighs. As I kissed her lips again and kneaded her smooth, white breasts, her skirt had already been pulled down by herself, forming an unsightly pile of fabric at her feet.

We swallowed each other's saliva, and I kneaded her full breasts with one hand. My right hand caressed her left side, the silky smooth skin making me want to keep touching it.

I slipped my hand between her buttocks and the bed. Her buttocks, sculpted by regular exercise, were incredibly firm. My fingers gently grasped the soft flesh, kneading it with a slightly frantic squeak. As I pulled down her light blue panties, she wriggled in response.

When I finished with her panties and reached for her vulva—the place that drives men wild—I paused. There wasn't the thick hair I'd imagined. Somewhat disbelieving, I ran my hand over it again, only to find my hand covered in a slippery, glistening fluid and the fact that she had no pubic hair.

This sight made me sit up and look down. I saw only a smooth, white abdomen extending to the base of her long, slender, white thighs, forming a light brown groove of flesh.

A woman's instinct for modesty made her cover the area where her fleshy cleft formed with her hands, and she said shyly, "Don't look." I had no choice but to lie on top of her again, taking turns sucking on her two bright red cherries.

She was moaning incessantly, her snow-white skin flushed pink with desire. She held my head in her arms, pulling me up onto her. I thought she wanted to kiss me, but instead, she whispered in my ear in a soft, pleading voice, "Be gentle with me when you enter, because... because everything except my first kiss is a first for you."

I didn't react at first, but after a quick thought, I was shocked to understand. Overwhelmed with surprise, I looked up at her in disbelief. She hugged me shyly, closed her eyes, and thrust her breasts into my mouth.

I couldn't help but reach into her virgin territory, a place never before visited by a man. Touching her incredibly slippery vulva, made slippery by abundant vaginal fluid, I tentatively slid my middle finger inside her. Immediately, the tip of my finger was enveloped by the warm, moist flesh. As my finger went further in, I felt a tiny opening, surrounded by something hot and soft. I realized she was still a complete virgin, a perfect woman who had preserved her hymen for forty years.

At that moment, I was so excited that I almost stopped everything else; the feeling was indescribable. Surprise, excitement, happiness, joy, surprise… all the feelings of immense satisfaction gained from an unexpected event filled my nervous system.

My pause made her uncomfortable; she wriggled to remind me. After I came to my senses, I grabbed her and frantically sealed her lips with mine until she thrashed about, struggling to breathe. She was breathing heavily, her flushed face turning pale. After a moment, she said, "You wanted to suffocate me," a reproach filled with shyness and affection.

I straightened myself up again, trying to get a better look at what a forty-year-old virgin's vulva looked like. She instinctively closed her legs again, covering her prominent mons pubis with her hands. I had no choice but to prop myself up and whisper in her ear, "Your hands shouldn't be there. Unless you want to take care of it yourself, you should help me take off my underwear." She glanced at me somewhat flusteredly, "Don't laugh at me if you do," and removed her hands from her private parts, gently hooking them around my waistband and slowly pulling them down.

I cooperated, becoming completely naked, and slowly kissed my way down her neck. When I knelt between her spread legs and saw her smooth, hairless genitals, I felt it was the most beautiful female organ I had ever seen.

The high mound of her pubic bone, which should have been a dark patch with a dark chrysanthemum blooming, was now a smooth, white soft flesh with faint bluish capillaries. I couldn't help but kiss it passionately. Immediately, the slightly acidic smell of female bodily fluids filled my nostrils, igniting my desire.

I pried her thighs apart as wide as possible, and she pleaded shyly, "Please, don't look, it's so embarrassing." I ignored her, and instead, to make her feel even more ashamed, I pressed my lips to her labia, which were completely wet and glistening even at the base of her thighs. With a forceful suck, I took her two pale brown labia majora into my mouth, instantly filling it with the faint salty and sour taste unique to women in heat. A

strong, suppressed moan escaped her throat, her whole body tensing instantly, her legs involuntarily clamping my head between them. "No, I'm so ashamed," she resisted my sucking with a trembling voice.

I parted her somewhat weak legs, and with my fingers I spread her not-so-thick labia majora, immediately revealing a red, engorged vulva that writhed with her rapid breathing. At the opening extending from her smooth lower abdomen, a small, bead-like flesh protruded.

I gently teased it with my tongue; each touch caused her to writhe and emit soft moans like a cat's meow. She was clearly lost in passion. As I teased her for a while, her writhing became even more intense. I took her hard, fleshy nipple into my mouth while rapidly licking it with my tongue. She cried out as if electrocuted, "Ah...oh...don't shock me anymore, ah, it's too uncomfortable, ah...no...um I..."

Suddenly, her whole body began to tremble, her skin tensed, and her hips lifted off the bed. At the same time, she pressed her hands against my head. I knew she had orgasmed. A large amount of vaginal fluid gushed from her vagina, flowing down her buttocks and dripping onto the sheets.

After more than ten seconds, she suddenly let go of my head, and her hands and even her whole body fell limply on the bed as if her bones had been knocked out. Her towering breasts trembled as she panted as if before she died, and her two red cherry-like nipples became harder and the color deepened.

I slowly climbed up and kissed her, and whispered in her ear: "This is the reward for letting me look there, are you satisfied?" "Well, that's great, I love you." "Can you call me brother from now on?" I had to go a little too far. She regained her sense and said, "Can you give me a reason?" "To make you forget your age."

I said it sincerely. She hesitated for a moment and replied intellectually, "Brother, you are so kind." She hugged me with her recovered physical strength and kept kissing me passionately. After I finished kissing her, I got out of bed and rushed to the bathroom, quickly grabbing a white towel. She looked at me in surprise, then suddenly understood my intention. "Brother, don't take this. I have something better for you in my bag," she said, smiling sweetly and shyly.

I took her handbag, opened it, and saw a white silk handkerchief inside. I took it out, unfolded it, and saw words on it. Just as I was about to read what it said, she said, "Brother, don't look. It'll be better if you look after we're done." Looking at her charming expression, I placed the handkerchief under her. Then I whispered in her ear, "It might hurt when I enter you later, but I'll be gentle." "Brother, come on, I'll make you satisfied," she said gently but firmly.

I decided to give her greater satisfaction and minimize her pain as much as possible. I kissed her luscious vulva again. This time I used a little more force, giving her stronger stimulation, and she quickly showed signs of pleasure, writhing incessantly.

I guided my penis with my hand, gently sliding the glans between her open labia majora, stimulating her red labia majora and clitoris with the glans, trying to familiarize her vagina, which had never been exposed to a man's penis before, with the intruder about to enter.

While rubbing, I used the glans to pry open the vaginal opening between her labia minora, slowly inserting the glans, about five centimeters in diameter, along the coronal sulcus into the gradually opening vagina. When the entire head of my penis was inside her vagina, the sensitive glans felt resistance, and I knew it was time to give her the final blow.

I lay on top of her, using my hard pectoral muscles to flatten her soft breasts, and reached my hands to her sweaty buttocks, gently lifting them slightly to allow for a smooth, straight entry. Then I took a breath and pulled her forcefully towards me, simultaneously pressing my hips down. I could clearly feel the resistance suddenly disappear, and the inertia caused our pubic bones to collide with a "bang."

Her throat tightened as I thrust with all my might, breaking through the resistance. A heart-wrenching scream escaped her lips: "Ah!...Brother!" She pressed her hands against my back, and I saw her white teeth clenched tightly around her lower lip. Her whole body trembled with pain, and tears streamed from the corners of her eyes. I stopped moving with pity, placing my arms around her shoulders and kissing away her tears that continued to fall.

A moment later, feeling her hands relax, I gently shifted my hips, testing the extent of her pain. She bit her lip, furrowed her brow slightly, and resolutely thrust upwards. I understood she was enduring the pain to signal me, so I slowly raised my hips, withdrew my penis, and then slowly inserted it again. Each thrust made her brow twitch.

I first lengthened the distance of my thrusts, waiting for her to occasionally furrow her brow before increasing the speed slightly. When I began thrusting at a normal pace, I noticed her pale face, beads of sweat on her forehead, and a single drop of bright red blood gathered in the indentation of her bitten lower lip. A strong sense of self-reproach and heartache made me stop again. I kissed her slightly cold, trembling lips, and she immediately relaxed, letting out a long breath, her warm breath exhaling through her nostrils onto my upper lip.

After kissing her, I kissed her sweaty cheeks and whispered in her ear, "I'm sorry, I made you work so hard." She dodged my kiss, looked at me, smiled, and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "I like it, brother. You have to be good to me. I'm yours for life. No matter what kind of woman you marry in the future, I will only belong to you. Brother, please continue, let's complete our wedding ceremony without marriage."

I never thought I would get such a woman who satisfied me so much. Apart from her age, she was a perfect woman. I really considered marrying her. But her decision also meant I didn't have to feel any guilt towards her. I could still be a libertine. But I decided not to go against her will. I would never impose on her what she disliked. I would train her within the limits she could accept, making her a person with self-respect, a companion, a friend, and a slave.

I began to thrust my penis in and out of her vagina, moving like a piston along the vaginal walls. After resting for a while, she had regained some strength and began to respond to my movements. But I could feel that she was still in pain. As I increased my speed, she gradually rose from pleasure.

I knew that without the drugs, she would not be able to withstand this intense, tearing pain. With the continuous stimulation of pleasure, her face became flushed, her breathing became more and more rapid, and all the cells in her body gathered their energy, preparing to welcome the arrival of her virginity-breaking orgasm.

Her body began to stiffen, and her shy moans grew louder, as she repeatedly cried out, "Great, brother, give it to me, give it to me." I increased the speed of my thrusts again, feeling my energy waning. I thought of the feeling before ejaculation, savoring the sensation of my hard penis being sucked in her hot, smooth vagina. I could even feel my vas deferens twitching.

At the same time, I could feel her body beginning to writhe violently before orgasm, stiff and involuntary. Just as I was about to go numb, she began to tremble with orgasm, her whole body tensing, her hands gripping the sheets tightly. I suddenly increased the speed of my thrusts to a level I couldn't believe myself. After dozens of thrusts in a dozen seconds, a powerful ejaculation, accompanied by her screams, began relentlessly.

"Ah... Brother... Mmm... I'm so beautiful... Brother, harder... Ah..." she cried out unconsciously. I stopped thrusting, and after ejaculating, to prolong her orgasm, I lay on top of her, letting my penis writhe inside her with the movements of my hips, until she collapsed on the bed. I embraced her, her body drenched in sweat, and kissed her face, flushed from the orgasm.

After resting for a while, she seemed to be almost asleep, the blush of orgasm still lingering on her face. I got out of bed, picked her up, and carried her into the bathroom. She put her weak hands on my neck and said, "Brother, what are you doing?" "I'm helping you wash up." She smiled sweetly and happily. The water brought her back to her senses, and she told me to wash up first and then come out. I rinsed myself off and came out.

As I wiped myself down, I looked at the messy bed. A large pool of bright red blood caught my eye. I grabbed the handkerchief. Good heavens, she had bled so much! Suddenly, I noticed embroidered words on it. Unfolding it, I read: "I dedicate my life to the man I love!" My heart clenched. I turned and went into the bathroom, my heart aching. She had already finished washing and was struggling to come out. I picked her up and gently placed her on the bed, kissing her swollen, bitten lips, and holding her tightly…

The next day, as instructed by the tour guide, Du Wenying stumbled as she got out of bed. I quickly helped her. She turned and looked at me with embarrassed eyes. "What's wrong?" I asked worriedly.

"It's nothing, just a little sore," she leaned against me. I helped her into the bathroom. As she lifted her nightgown, she looked at me and said, "Aren't you leaving?"

"I want to watch you, in case you need anything," I said, looking at her with a mischievous glint in my eyes.

"No need, you can go now, I'm fine." She kissed me and pushed me out. As

I packed our things, thinking of her shy and sweet appearance, my body reacted instinctively, and my mind wandered to her relieving herself. I was determined to watch her. A forty-year-old woman would be incredibly ashamed to be watched while relieving herself.

After a while, she came out hesitantly. We went downstairs, put our bags in the car, and went to a restaurant. She had a good appetite and ate two slices of toast and a fried egg, but only drank a small glass of milk. I knew she was worried about not being able to relieve herself in the car.

After boarding, she sat by the window, and I sat next to her. Soon, the tour guide counted the passengers, and the luxurious minibus started moving. At this point, the tour guide explained today's itinerary and destination, as well as precautions and personal safety instructions.

The bus made a "whoosh!" sound as it drove along the road, and most people used this time to close their eyes and rest. I turned to look at her; her eyes were fixed on the scenery flashing past the window.

Today she was wearing a white silk short-sleeved shirt and a black silk midi skirt. She had originally worn jeans, but they were too tight at the crotch, so she changed into a skirt.

She seemed to sense my gaze, turned around, gave me a sweet smile, and leaned on my shoulder. Ignoring the tour guide's surprised look, I kissed her forehead and said, "Now I want to ask you, what should I call you?"

She lazily replied, "Whatever you want." "Then can I call you 'Little Slut'?" I said mischievously. She hugged my arm, looked at me, and shook her head. "Call me by my nickname. When I was little, my parents and sister called me Xiao Ying." "I call you Xiao Ying in public, but what do we call each other when it's just the two of us?" I persisted.

"I know men like women to be as seductive as possible in bed, but they should act like ladies in public. It's up to you. As long as you hold me, you can call me whatever you want," she said, as docile as a little girl, not at all like someone in their forties. "Brother, I want to tell you why I'm still a virgin at forty, why I like you and love you, but don't want to marry you. That's probably what you want to know, right?" she said earnestly.

"Yes, I really want to know, but I won't force you. If you tell me, it means you want me to know, and I'll be happy. If you don't tell me, I won't ask. As long as I have you now and in the future, that's enough. Everything else is unimportant. What you're going to tell me must be an interesting experience." My heart was eager to understand all of this, but I really didn't want to ask, just like I didn't want others to ask me things I didn't want others to know.

"My sister and I were raised in the countryside by our mother when we were little. My father was a geologist. My mother said he was a student of the famous geologist Li Siguang. When the Cultural Revolution started, my father was imprisoned as a reactionary academic expert. I was only three years old at the time. My mother took my sister and me to the countryside for reform through labor. The village secretary was a big bad guy. He saw that my mother was beautiful and was from the city, so he demanded that she agree to be his woman. When my mother refused, he used all sorts of means to make things difficult for her. During the day, he made my mother do the work that men do, and at night he would criticize and struggle against her. My mother was quickly exhausted by the torment." As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes as she recalled her childhood.

I gently embraced her, stroking her shoulder comfortingly. She paused for a moment, then continued, "The village secretary saw that tormenting my mother wasn't working, so he turned his attention to my sister and me. I was little then, living with my mother, while my sister was already in school. He had the village children bully my sister. Eventually, my mother, seeing she had no other choice, gave in to him. He's utterly inhuman; he treats my mother like her slave." From that time on, I developed a deep hatred for men. Later, he even raped my sister. My mother couldn't bear the blow and fell ill. Fortunately, the "Gang of Four" was overthrown soon after, my father was exonerated and reinstated, and the village secretary was executed. Because of this change, my mother could no longer face my father and couldn't cope with it either, so she passed away. "At this point, she was already sobbing.

I kept kissing her forehead, trying my best to comfort her. Just then, the tour guide came over and asked, "Madam, are you alright?" He looked at me with a strange gaze, as if I had bullied her.

She looked up at the tour guide, shook her head and said, "I'm fine, thank you," leaning her head on my shoulder while wiping away her tears. After the tour guide returned to the front, everyone resumed their previous demeanor. Du Wenying continued, "After returning to the city for school, I always harbored a resistance towards men. Later, as I grew older, I started dating, but I discovered that almost all the men were attracted to my appearance. After starting work, I had a boyfriend. When I decided to give him my virginity, he saw my body, cried out, 'White Tiger, White Tiger,' and ran away. This was a huge blow to me. Later, I learned that the ancients said a white tiger brings misfortune to her husband, and I began to feel inferior, which also created a strong aversion to men. Until the day I met you, and you didn't show any unusual reaction after seeing that I was a white tiger, I knew then that no matter what the future held, I would only want you."

"Then why don't you want to marry me?" I asked impulsively.

"First, there's the age gap. Second, I'm a little afraid I might really bring you bad luck. Really, brother, I don't want to lose you. As long as you're sincere with me, marriage or not makes no difference." After she finished speaking, she leaned into my arms. "Brother, let me sleep for a while, okay?"

I watched her slowly fall asleep in my arms, her sweet and happy appearance, that girlish innocence, so different from her age, made me feel a desire to protect her. I made a decision in my heart: I would treat her well for the rest of my life.

Ever since that day I took Du Wenying's virginity, her vagina had been swollen and red. Every night when I saw it, my heart ached. Holding her that night, my body reacted strongly. For the first two days, she gently relieved me with her hand. Later, unable to resist my repeated requests, she looked at my swollen, purplish glans, tenderly grasped it with her hand, knelt between my legs, looked at me, and slowly pressed her sexy lips to my glans. Upon contact, she closed her eyes in shame.

She clumsily kissed my glans with her lips, occasionally licking it with her tongue. I couldn't help but tell her that it would be best to take it in her mouth. She looked at me with an intelligent yet shy gaze, but dared not look me directly in the eye, like a girl who had done something wrong, or like someone who was very wronged yet strongly expectant. She tried her best to open her mouth wide and slowly swallowed my glans. I adjusted it, pressing my glans against her tongue, holding her head with my hand, and slowly going deeper.

For her, my glans was a bit large, almost filling her entire mouth, which gave me intense stimulation. Gradually, she got used to it and started moving her head up and down while stroking it. Her hands also began to involuntarily caress my thighs and my testicles, which swayed with her movements.

As she became more aware and adapted, her mouth became more skillful. When the glans was withdrawn, she would lick it from the base to the glans with her tongue, repeating this several times before taking it back in, sucking and stroking it a few times, and then spitting it out and licking it up and down.

I was enveloped in waves of pleasure. Her warm mouth and soft, slippery tongue sent shivers down my spine, and my penis grew even harder. She seemed to sense the constant pulsation of my penis, and she released it, instead using her hand to stroke it. I laughed and sat up, kissing her ear as I said, "Can I cum in your mouth?"

She looked at me in surprise. She had never thought of oral sex before; it was already unacceptable to her, and now I was asking her to cum in my mouth. How could she not be shocked? But her gentle nature, coupled with her love for me and the submissiveness caused by her inferiority complex, made her silent. She looked at me with a slightly aggrieved expression, hoping I would change my mind. I looked at her and said, "You know, a man's penis is supposed to be inserted into a woman's body and ejaculate inside her, but your vagina can't accept it right now. I can't bear to force you, so I let you use your hands for the first two days. Now you can use your mouth to do it, okay? You little slut."

She seemed reluctant, but she felt that it was indeed her own fault. Moreover, she wisely thought that she couldn't make the man she loved happy, and that she had an obligation to make him happy and satisfied. She looked at me with aggrieved yet helpless eyes, and then firmly swallowed my glans, no longer hesitating as she began to stroke it.

The first time I received oral sex from a forty-year-old virgin, the stimulation intensified my pleasure. Her shy, aggrieved expression filled me with both tenderness and satisfaction. Soon, the tingling sensation in my lower back and the spasms in my vas deferens before ejaculation caused me to shoot a large amount of semen into her mouth.

She let out a soft moan, tightly holding my glans, feeling each pulsation of ejaculation, until the pulsation stopped. Then she released my glans, still holding the semen, jumped out of bed, and rushed into the bathroom. Soon, the sound of her dry heaving could be heard.

The trip ended quickly, and my only gain was a beautiful, intelligent woman. As we walked out of the travel agency, I asked to take her to my place. She trembled slightly and lowered her head. When I told her I was going to fuck her hard that night, her face turned bright red. She wrapped her arms around my arm, leaning against me like a little bird, and followed me into her second place.

Washing away the dust of the journey, I embraced her and led her to my bedside. When I kissed her lips, she closed her eyes. Holding her, I could feel her rapid breathing and heartbeat. I sucked on her soft tongue, my hands stroking her smooth thighs. When my hand slid between her legs, her vulva was already very wet. When my fingers entered her, her whole body went limp. When I placed her hand on my large penis, she recoiled as if electrocuted. I then entered her without hesitation.

Her vagina was very tight. I knew this was her second time, so I tried to penetrate her as gently and slowly as possible. She gritted her teeth and held me tightly. When I was fully inside her, I stopped. I could feel her vagina writhing, hot and wet, and my inner thighs were also wet with her juices. When I started moving, she hugged me tightly, moaning in rapid breaths, holding me tightly with her legs and arms.

I sped up, and soon her excitement rose. Accompanied by moans that matched my movements, her face flushed crimson with intense desire. As her climax approached, she cried out repeatedly, "Ah...ah...I'm going to die...ah!" Her vagina began to spasm, her whole body tensing up. I thrust in all the way in, trying to delay the fading of her climax. After about half a minute, she released me and entered a semi-conscious state. I didn't stop, but slowed down a little to allow her to recover.

Soon she began to respond, wrapping her arms around my waist and looking at me with lustful eyes: "Brother, why is this happening? Why does it feel like this?" she said lovingly, her full, white breasts exposed, no longer showing the shyness of losing her virginity. "Little slut, this is an orgasm. I'll give you even better ones later," I said, speeding up as I grasped her soft yet firm breasts, my fingertips twisting her nipples hard. She only frowned slightly, not objecting, but instead arching her back and kissing me passionately.

The second wave of attacks began. I thrust in so fast it left her breathless, each stroke penetrating deeply to the hilt. My large penis began to cause her pain, and she could barely hold on, gripping me tightly with both hands: "Brother, be gentle, I can't take it anymore." My hands began to pinch her nipples again, but this time more gently, at a slower pace. As her vagina began to show signs of spasms, I increased the force of my thrusts and the pressure in my hands. When she reached orgasm, I felt a powerful ejaculation. I squeezed her breasts hard, and with each thrust, our pubic bones collided, sending her to another orgasm.

At the same time, I ejaculated inside her. Her hands gripped tightly the hands that were squeezing her breasts. I knew it hurt, but she didn't stop me; she just twisted and writhed to match my movements. I rested on her for a moment, and she once again entered a semi-conscious state after orgasm.

Postscript : This is actually my true experience, except that Du Wenying is based on my former mentor and colleague. She really did only have me, her only man, when she was forty. We still keep in touch now, as if it were a natural progression. We worked together for five years, so there must have been a certain emotional foundation for this to happen. She is truly a very kind and traditional woman, but the first time I still used drugs and a bit of coercion.

My friends call me "Master Xi". In the early days of reform and opening up, with the help of a benefactor, I invested my limited funds in real estate development. As a result, I was able to live a leisurely life, without having to rush around the streets every day, toiling for a meal and having to put up with other people's attitudes. I paid nearly 10,000 yuan in interest from the bank every month, plus dividends from my friends' businesses and hotels, which made my life a bit boring.

One day, while driving past a travel agency, I couldn't help but have the urge to travel. I parked my car and went into the lobby. Immediately, a young woman approached me with a professional smile: "Sir, are you looking for a tour?" I looked around. All five tables in the lobby were occupied, four of them were full. Only one table had a woman in her thirties sitting there, talking to a tour guide. I nodded, and the young woman who greeted me pointed to that table and said, "Sir, please have a seat. Would you like some water?" As I followed her to the table, I said, "No, thank you," while waving the bottled green tea in my hand.

After sitting down, I couldn't help but glance at the female customer opposite me. Her beautiful face and fair skin stirred my heart. She wore a well-fitting pale yellow sleeveless dress, which revealed her delicate, fair arms. I heard the tour guide who was greeting her writing something on the registration form while asking, "Are you alone?" "Yes," a soft, magnetic voice reached my ears.

I hadn't quite caught what the receptionist was saying about the tour routes and activities. My eyes widened as I saw the words "Yunnan, Luxury Tour" written on the female customer's registration form. I turned to the receptionist and said, "I'm planning to go to Yunnan. What tours are available?" My peripheral vision told me the female customer was looking at me. I immediately met her gaze, and a pair of bright, gentle eyes, tinged with a hint of melancholy, met my eyes. Instinctively, I smiled politely at her as a greeting.

She looked away as if startled, a faint blush rising on her fair cheeks. "What kind of tour are you joining?" the receptionist asked professionally and expertly. "Just a 10-day luxury tour, preferably departing soon," I said.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her turn to look at me again; I didn't look at her again, but I knew there was a hint of surprise in her eyes. Then I heard the receptionist say, "Could you please give me your ID card?" Out of the corner of my eye, I watched her elegantly open her purse, take out a red leather wallet, and place her ID card on the table. I couldn't help but glance at it—Du Wenying, the information I wanted.

Almost simultaneously, our tour guide told us that the tour would depart in three days, and the specific time would be contacted with the phone number we had left.

I got out and into the car. Just as I turned the corner, I saw her get into a taxi, and I involuntarily followed. The car drove two streets and stopped in front of a building, watching her go inside. I looked up and saw it was a guesthouse club. I parked my car and decided to visit my junior brother, Lu Dawen, who ran a kendo dojo on the third floor.

As luck would have it, just as I was closing the car door, Lu Dawen got out of a taxi and spotted me immediately: "Senior Brother Bai, what brings you here?" "Just came to see you! You've been open for two months now, and I'm here on opening day. How's business?" I smiled, pressed the security button, and we went into the building together. "Not bad. Parents these days are very generous, mostly with their children. The only problem is we're short of coaches. Like I always say, senior brother, give your junior a hand." "You know I don't like being stuck in one place. I can only say I'll come and fill in when I have time."

Given the current situation, I should have agreed to his request out of sheer boredom, but I really didn't want to be tied down by anything or any particular timeframe. The two of us walked into his kendo dojo, where many students were already practicing.

Just then, a woman emerged from the women's changing room, and I was taken aback. It was the woman I'd met at the travel agency! I thought to myself, "She's not practicing sabanyan, she's practicing kendo! Isn't this a match made in heaven? My seventh dan kendo skill can finally come in handy!" At that moment, I saw her, standing at about 1.6 meters tall, with a helmet tucked under her arm and a bamboo sword in her hand, approach. She said to my friend, "Hello, Coach Lu." "Hello," my friend replied politely. Then, she glanced at me, seemingly casually, a blush rising on her fair face that made my heart flutter, before she lowered her head and walked away.

My friend noticed my gaze and said, "What's wrong? You've found someone you like? That's rare! Why don't you come work for me? That'll give you a much better chance." Lu Dawen looked at me slyly, and I understood his thoughts, so I said, "I'll only come when I have class in this class." "Really? Thank you so much, senior! Although it's a bit like prioritizing romance over friendship, I'm still very happy. How about starting today?"

"My things are still with the teacher. Wait a moment, I'll go get them. But you're taking advantage of me," he nodded and smiled, about to turn around and gather the students. I stopped him and said, "Come with me. I can introduce her on the way. Besides, don't you want to see the teacher?" "Okay, I haven't seen the teacher since the course started. If I don't go see her soon, she'll beat me with a bamboo sword." Meeting the teacher was nothing more than a respectful and polite exchange.

I hurriedly dressed and followed Lu Dawen into the kendo dojo. All the students stopped when they saw Lu Dawen in his kendo uniform and greeted us, "Coach Lu, hello!" "Hello everyone, you students in this class are truly fortunate. Now, let me introduce you. This is my senior, Coach Bai. He's a grade higher than me and one of only eight 7th Dan in the entire country," I said, quickly bowing to the students. They all greeted me in unison, "Coach Bai, hello!"

As I returned the bow, I found my target. There was something incredulous in her clear eyes; I knew she hadn't expected this. What Lu Dawen said next was even more unexpected for her and surprised me as well. However, I was truly grateful to Lu Dawen; he had delivered a crucial message for me. "Coach Bai is quite busy, and I've asked her several times but she hasn't come. This time, she agreed to lead your class entirely for one of you," she said with a smile. To those who didn't pay attention, it sounded like a joke, but to those who did, it was useful, even incredibly effective, information. Sure

enough, when I looked at her, our eyes met, and she immediately lowered her head, her fair face turning a vibrant red, as if she'd drunk alcohol.

The students curiously exchanged glances, all wanting to know who had received such attention from the coach. Her expression clearly told them what they wanted to know. After they learned the result, they all looked at me. I didn't give them time to think further and began practicing the basic movements.

On the bus, Lu Dawen told me that the class had only been running for a week and had only had two lessons. The woman named Du Wenying was forty years old, single, and worked as a white-collar worker in a foreign company. I hadn't expected her age; she looked no older than thirty. I didn't understand how she maintained her youthful appearance.

After the training, she walked up to Lu Dawen and said something while I was correcting a student's movements. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Lu Dawen saying something to her and pointing in my direction. She looked over with some hesitation, hesitated for a moment, then walked over, head bowed, and said, "Coach Bai, I'd like to ask for leave."

I looked at her, even at such close range, she didn't look forty. Her fair face had only a single wrinkle at the corner of her eye. Under the light, her face had a layer of golden down. Her neatly trimmed eyebrows, like willow leaves, rested on a pair of dark, bright eyes. Her high-bridged nose started between her eyes, extending down and abruptly ending at the hollow of her perfectly thick, sensual lips, like a precipice.

The sweat from my shampoo accelerated the release of its fragrance, filling my nostrils with a faint jasmine scent. Her face was glistening with sweat. I stared at her, somewhat dazed, until she looked up at me after not getting a reply. I snapped out of it and said, "Oh, okay, I'm going on a trip in a couple of days too. It's alright, I'll make up the classes you missed." "Thank you," she said, giving a slight nod before turning and leaving.

Lu Dawen came over. "Senior, come on, I'll treat you to dinner." By this time, most of the students had left. I followed him into the office, where the coaches changed. As we changed, he asked, "Du Wenying is forty years old, are you still interested?" "Does she look like she's forty?" I replied.

"She doesn't look it, but she really is forty," he said, puzzled and curious. "You know I like women, and beauty is a prerequisite. I like women like her," "But she is indeed very beautiful. To be honest, I was attracted to her at first sight, but when I found out her age, I realized I'm rather traditional." "Haha, you don't understand women at all. I believe she must be an interesting woman. Also, I'm going on a trip the day after tomorrow. I'll make up for this class when I get back." "

What? You're going on a trip too? With her?" Lu Dawen looked at me in surprise. I had no choice but to tell him about our encounter during dinner.

Three days later, Du Wenying and I went to the travel agency separately and took a bus to the airport. Along the way, I noticed that everyone was a couple, except for Du Wenying and me, who were single. As I boarded the plane, I took the seat card next to her. After takeoff, I broke the ice: "Hello! Let's get acquainted, my name is Bai Chi." (Chi: pronounced like "chi" in Chinese). She stared at me for a while after hearing this. I understood what surprised her, so I told her what the character was.

She then said, relieved, "Hello! My name is Du Wenying." "Looks like we'll be a couple on this trip," I said tentatively. "Why?" Her face showed doubt and a hint of displeasure. "Didn't you see when we arrived? Everyone was in pairs," she frowned slightly after considering my words.

"Could I know why you learned kendo?" I quickly changed the subject, afraid she would overthink it. "I was originally in the guest room on the fourth floor of the student dormitory. Later, Coach Lu opened a kendo dojo, and I curiously went to watch a few times. I felt it was very good; everyone was so polite, like gentlemen. I was tempted and signed up," she answered politely, probably still considering the possibility of being a couple.

"May I know what you do?" I asked somewhat brazenly. "Oh, I work as a planner at a foreign company," she lowered her head. "Have you ever been to Yunnan before?" "No, you have?" This was the first time she had asked me. "

Ah, that was a long time ago. Things have changed a lot now. Plus, I saw at the travel agency the other day that you were going to Yunnan, and I couldn't help but want to go back again," she said. She wasn't surprised by my words. I think she already knew, because she must have remembered what Lu Dawen said in front of the students.

"Do you judge a person solely by their appearance?" she asked again. "No! I look at both inside and out. I like people who are consistent inside and out," I understood what she meant. Sure enough, she asked again, "Do you know how old I am?" "Oh, right, can I call you Sister Wenying?" "Do you know my age? Oh, Coach Lu has my information, so how should I address you?" she asked wisely. "Just call me Xiaobai," the two of us gradually became familiar. An

unexpected thing happened when we checked into the hotel. Later, I learned by phone that because Du Wenying and I had only booked two people for our tour, the travel agency had grouped us into a couples' group. As a result, the local tour guide only booked 10 suites, while the other nine couples happily checked in. The tour guide looked at Du Wenying, who had raised an objection, with a troubled expression.

I had no choice but to act like a gentleman and say, "I'll go book another room." The tour guide told me he had already checked and there weren't any available. Because it was the tourist season and this hotel was a designated hotel for many travel agencies, the rooms were very close together. Seeing this, I could only say, "Wenying, you go up first. I'll go check other hotels and get some rest, otherwise I won't have the energy to play tomorrow." The tour guide said, "Oh, we're also holding a small welcome party for everyone tonight. We hope you'll attend," and then left.

I picked up my small bag and was about to leave when Du Wenying said, "Xiaobai, why don't you go up and check first? It's not convenient to look elsewhere." Her bright eyes showed a hint of reluctance as she spoke.

Entering the room, thankfully it was a suite with an inner and outer wing. Seeing this, I was about to act gentlemanly again when she spoke up, "Xiaobai, you sleep inside, I'll make do on the sofa." "How can I? I'm a man, how can I let you sleep on the sofa? You sleep inside, I'll sleep on the sofa. Go take a shower first, I'm going out for a walk."

She then turned to leave. "It's alright, don't be so formal. Are you satisfied now?" Hearing her words, I looked at her in surprise. "What do you mean?" "Don't you understand? If I'm not mistaken, it started that day at the travel agency. Pretending to be a gentleman, but following you all the way here, don't you understand?" My face flushed instantly, and at the same time, I felt a sense of relief.

The fact that she let me stay here, and then broke the ice, made me realize she was unusual, and it also gave me the information that she didn't dislike me. And the fact that we could share a room while she understood my intentions meant I had a real chance. But this wasn't enough for me. An unexpected event helped me speed things up; I decided I had to sleep with her tonight, so we could travel like a couple—that's what I wanted.

"Why aren't you saying anything? What kind of naughty idea are you thinking about?" she said, sitting on the sofa, her voice gentle and full of joy, as if she knew what I was thinking. I couldn't help but decide to add fuel to the fire, so I said, "What else can I think about? You see through everything. All I can do is think about you." "I want to remind you, I'm already forty years old," she said, looking at me intently, trying to see even the slightest hesitation or retreat on my face or in my expression. If she did, she would immediately close the door that had just been opened, and our romance would be over. From then on, she would protect herself with her noble indifference and reserve.

How could I give her such a chance? "Sister Wenying, I had many opportunities to back out before, but I didn't. Do you think I would still do that now that I'm here? Besides, I still doubt whether you're old enough, and even if you are, I won't give up." These were my true feelings, and I didn't expect her next words to make my heart flutter.

"Xiaobai, please sit down. I think I need to explain a few things," she continued after I sat down. "First, I need to tell you that my age is real. Before I met you, no man had ever made my heart flutter. Over the years, perhaps my childhood experiences have made me somewhat resistant to men. Several nice men have appeared in my life, but I couldn't accept them. I don't want to tell you why, but I hope you can let me keep this feeling forever. I don't think it will affect our relationship. That day at the travel agency, I felt my heart flutter and my face blush for the first time. Later, at the kendo dojo, when your friend said those words, I almost couldn't control myself. It was something indescribable..." "I've developed a very strong liking for you, Xiling. That day at the kendo dojo, for the first time at night, I thought of a man other than my father, which surprised me greatly. I don't even know why I was looking forward to this trip. Now that I've said it all, I'm happy, but I must tell you, no matter what the future holds, I will never try marriage. Firstly, because of my age; secondly, because I don't want to be bound by marriage; and thirdly, I hope you can respect me and not force me to do things I don't want to do. As for your requests, I will listen to them as long as I don't object. Okay, I've said my piece. Now it's your turn." She crossed her arms, looking at me with a passionate gaze, her face flushed crimson.

"I don't have much to say. I completely agree with your thoughts, otherwise I would have been married long ago." She smiled elegantly. "Alright, I'm going to take a shower. You can watch TV or go out, it's up to you." After saying that, she went into the inner room.

I decided to find a place to sit for a while before dinner and think about what had happened. I went to the bar on the second floor and ordered a coffee. Everything seemed to be on my side. This was what I hoped for, yet I hadn't expected. Such an outstanding woman, yet no man pursued her. What was the reason she didn't want to say? I was unusually excited, thinking that I must give her the drug tonight, otherwise she definitely wouldn't be able to handle what was between my legs. She was already very resistant to men, and once she developed aversion to sex due to discomfort, everything would go wrong.

The welcome party that evening was simple. We didn't participate in the games that required couples to join, and I decided to take her to a bar instead. After she ordered an orange juice, she looked at me, and I couldn't help but reach out and take her slender, fair hand. She trembled slightly but didn't pull away. I gently stroked the back of her smooth hand, running my fingers along the faint veins. We didn't speak, just gazed at each other.

After a few minutes, she said, "I'm going to the restroom," and picked up her purse and went to the bathroom. I quickly poured three white pills from a bottle in my pocket—a powerful Japanese aphrodisiac given to me by a friend. I put them in orange juice, and after watching the foam disappear, I suddenly felt guilty. How could I do such a thing to a woman like this? A feeling of shame rose within me, but at the same time, that dirty me felt proud of my actions. Aren't men meant to have women? Aren't women born for men?

Just then, she came back. I pulled her to sit beside me. She didn't show the slightest displeasure; she just used her expressive eyes to tell me not to do anything inappropriate. I simply held her hand and said, "Don't you feel we're destined for each other?" She turned to look at me and smiled, saying, "I only accept the destiny you speak of. Didn't I already say we're not meant to be?" "Ah, I won't forget. Even if one day you want to be tied down, I won't be tempted. I'm the kind of person who loves freedom."

"Can you tell me why you started your plan so quickly?" She leaned against my shoulder like a little bird. "It's just a feeling. I feel like God brought me to you. That day, I was driving around aimlessly, and when I got to that travel agency, I suddenly had the idea of traveling, and I walked in without thinking." "It seems you're also the man God brought for me, placing us at that table on that day, in that place, at that moment." She looked at me with a dreamy and intoxicated gaze.

I was waiting for the drug to take effect. The feeling of having such a beautiful woman in my arms was making me restless. My heart desired to take her to the room, press her onto the bed, and have my way with her. But the allure she exuded made me feel that I would get nothing in return. I couldn't help but tentatively reach out and put my arm around her shoulder, feeling her warmth and smooth, silky skin with my hand. She leaned against me, one hand reaching up to my waist and wrapping around my lower back.

Just as I was trying to find a topic of conversation, I clearly felt her skin heating up, and her legs beneath her black knee-length skirt began to move rhythmically, gradually increasing in speed. The hand around my lower back noticeably tightened its grip. My hand slipped from her smooth upper arm into the sleeve of her loose-fitting short-sleeved shirt, sliding down her shoulder and gently hooking the bra strap, pulling it upwards.

She let out a soft moan, and I couldn't resist kissing her forehead. She opened her closed eyes, her alluring gaze revealing a passionate desire. Her lips moved slightly; I knew she was controlling her surging lust, her whole body trembling to maintain a semblance of feminine modesty.

I released her slightly damp right hand with my other hand, lifted her chin, and without hesitation kissed her still-moving red lips. I could feel her tense body relax instantly, her warm breath blowing directly onto my face. I pressed my tongue against hers, and the moment she felt it, her mouth opened instantly.

I completely sealed her mouth shut, and as I forcefully inhaled, her soft, warm tongue entered my mouth with a humming sound from her throat. I licked her tongue with my own, and she responded by wiggling her tongue in return. I gently bit her tongue with my teeth, and my tongue tip kept touching her tongue tip.

She kept panting and humming, her hands tightly wrapped around my waist. I waited a while, until her mouth was full of saliva, then I released her tongue and sucked hard. Immediately, her warm, wet saliva entered my mouth. Just as I swallowed, our mouths separated, and she glanced at me, scolding me with a "You're so bad."

After swallowing, I said "I want more," and before she could speak, I kissed her lips again. After swallowing two more mouthfuls of her warm, sweet saliva, her emotions changed. Her rapid breathing, dazed eyes, and the intense lust that sent shivers down her spine made her writhe uncontrollably. She finally couldn't take it anymore.

"Shall we go back to the room?" she said, her expression weak from burning desire. I didn't say anything, paid the bill, and went back to the room. I looked at her and said, "Go to sleep, I'm going to take a shower." She didn't say anything, but there was extreme disappointment in her eyes. She still kissed me on the cheek, looking utterly defeated, and went into the inner room. She closed the door, then quickly opened it again, leaving a crack. I smiled, knowing I had succeeded.

I lay comfortably in the bathtub, the warm water enveloping me. My mind was filled with thoughts of Du Wenying's soft lips and refreshing breath. I was determined to make her beg me to bed, so I could control her as much as possible. And she would definitely make the first move, because the extra dose of aphrodisiac I'd taken gave me immense confidence. Just one pill of that drug could turn a virgin into a slut.

I'd given her three at once. I wondered what would become of her. My friend had told me that as long as I didn't give her an orgasm, her libido would increase the longer it lasted; the drug could last for five hours. Thinking of her slightly melancholic eyes, I felt a pang of guilt for being so cruel.

I left the bathroom, wearing only square-legged shorts, and sat on the sofa. I lit a cigarette, turned on the TV, and watched a boring program, waiting for her to appear.

Sure enough, before her cigarette had even finished burning, she opened the door to the inner room. Wearing a loose-fitting cotton dress with shoulder straps, she looked at me with eyes burning with lust, barely able to think straight, and said, "Come in and sleep. Don't you want me?" I stood up and walked to her, staring at her with eyes full of love but even more lust, and said, "I'm afraid you'll hate me, and..."

Before I could finish, she covered my mouth with her hand and threw herself into my arms, saying, "Carry me to bed, conquer me with all your might."

Without hesitation, I lifted her legs, her arms around my neck. I placed her on the bed and sealed her lips with mine. She held me tightly, forcefully thrusting her tongue into my mouth, and I placed my right hand on her breasts.

My hands touched something incredibly soft and elastic, and I could feel that the bra under her skirt was made of a very thin fabric. I couldn't wait to pull down her skirt and bra straps from her shoulders. As her hands slipped from the straps, I had already flipped down her bra, revealing her high, erect breasts.

One breast was pure white and smooth, with faintly visible bluish veins. A pale pink areola, the size of a coin, held a bright red nipple the size of a longan seed, already erect and full of life, like a perfectly ripe cherry. I couldn't help but take it into my mouth, hearing her surprised and satisfied "Mmm..."

My fingers grasped her breast, which wasn't particularly large but was enough to make any man's heart race, kneading the soft, elastic, smooth flesh between my fingers. Her tongue occasionally licked and sucked at her hard nipples, interspersed with light bites and scrapes from her teeth. Each bite and scrape made her whole body tense, and she let out a long moan.

With my other hand, I pulled down the other strap of her tank top, and she actively twisted to match me, pulling it down to her thighs. As I kissed her lips again and kneaded her smooth, white breasts, her skirt had already been pulled down by herself, forming an unsightly pile of fabric at her feet.

We swallowed each other's saliva, and I kneaded her full breasts with one hand. My right hand caressed her left side, the silky smooth skin making me want to keep touching it.

I slipped my hand between her buttocks and the bed. Her buttocks, sculpted by regular exercise, were incredibly firm. My fingers gently grasped the soft flesh, kneading it with a slightly frantic squeak. As I pulled down her light blue panties, she wriggled in response.

When I finished with her panties and reached for her vulva—the place that drives men wild—I paused. There wasn't the thick hair I'd imagined. Somewhat disbelieving, I ran my hand over it again, only to find my hand covered in a slippery, glistening fluid and the fact that she had no pubic hair.

This sight made me sit up and look down. I saw only a smooth, white abdomen extending to the base of her long, slender, white thighs, forming a light brown groove of flesh.

A woman's instinct for modesty made her cover the area where her fleshy cleft formed with her hands, and she said shyly, "Don't look." I had no choice but to lie on top of her again, taking turns sucking on her two bright red cherries.

She was moaning incessantly, her snow-white skin flushed pink with desire. She held my head in her arms, pulling me up onto her. I thought she wanted to kiss me, but instead, she whispered in my ear in a soft, pleading voice, "Be gentle with me when you enter, because... because everything except my first kiss is a first for you."

I didn't react at first, but after a quick thought, I was shocked to understand. Overwhelmed with surprise, I looked up at her in disbelief. She hugged me shyly, closed her eyes, and thrust her breasts into my mouth.

I couldn't help but reach into her virgin territory, a place never before visited by a man. Touching her incredibly slippery vulva, made slippery by abundant vaginal fluid, I tentatively slid my middle finger inside her. Immediately, the tip of my finger was enveloped by the warm, moist flesh. As my finger went further in, I felt a tiny opening, surrounded by something hot and soft. I realized she was still a complete virgin, a perfect woman who had preserved her hymen for forty years.

At that moment, I was so excited that I almost stopped everything else; the feeling was indescribable. Surprise, excitement, happiness, joy, surprise… all the feelings of immense satisfaction gained from an unexpected event filled my nervous system.

My pause made her uncomfortable; she wriggled to remind me. After I came to my senses, I grabbed her and frantically sealed her lips with mine until she thrashed about, struggling to breathe. She was breathing heavily, her flushed face turning pale. After a moment, she said, "You wanted to suffocate me," a reproach filled with shyness and affection.

I straightened myself up again, trying to get a better look at what a forty-year-old virgin's vulva looked like. She instinctively closed her legs again, covering her prominent mons pubis with her hands. I had no choice but to prop myself up and whisper in her ear, "Your hands shouldn't be there. Unless you want to take care of it yourself, you should help me take off my underwear." She glanced at me somewhat flusteredly, "Don't laugh at me if you do," and removed her hands from her private parts, gently hooking them around my waistband and slowly pulling them down.

I cooperated, becoming completely naked, and slowly kissed my way down her neck. When I knelt between her spread legs and saw her smooth, hairless genitals, I felt it was the most beautiful female organ I had ever seen.

The high mound of her pubic bone, which should have been a dark patch with a dark chrysanthemum blooming, was now a smooth, white soft flesh with faint bluish capillaries. I couldn't help but kiss it passionately. Immediately, the slightly acidic smell of female bodily fluids filled my nostrils, igniting my desire.

I pried her thighs apart as wide as possible, and she pleaded shyly, "Please, don't look, it's so embarrassing." I ignored her, and instead, to make her feel even more ashamed, I pressed my lips to her labia, which were completely wet and glistening even at the base of her thighs. With a forceful suck, I took her two pale brown labia majora into my mouth, instantly filling it with the faint salty and sour taste unique to women in heat. A

strong, suppressed moan escaped her throat, her whole body tensing instantly, her legs involuntarily clamping my head between them. "No, I'm so ashamed," she resisted my sucking with a trembling voice.

I parted her somewhat weak legs, and with my fingers I spread her not-so-thick labia majora, immediately revealing a red, engorged vulva that writhed with her rapid breathing. At the opening extending from her smooth lower abdomen, a small, bead-like flesh protruded.

I gently teased it with my tongue; each touch caused her to writhe and emit soft moans like a cat's meow. She was clearly lost in passion. As I teased her for a while, her writhing became even more intense. I took her hard, fleshy nipple into my mouth while rapidly licking it with my tongue. She cried out as if electrocuted, "Ah...oh...don't shock me anymore, ah, it's too uncomfortable, ah...no...um I..."

Suddenly, her whole body began to tremble, her skin tensed, and her hips lifted off the bed. At the same time, she pressed her hands against my head. I knew she had orgasmed. A large amount of vaginal fluid gushed from her vagina, flowing down her buttocks and dripping onto the sheets.

After more than ten seconds, she suddenly let go of my head, and her hands and even her whole body fell limply on the bed as if her bones had been knocked out. Her towering breasts trembled as she panted as if before she died, and her two red cherry-like nipples became harder and the color deepened.

I slowly climbed up and kissed her, and whispered in her ear: "This is the reward for letting me look there, are you satisfied?" "Well, that's great, I love you." "Can you call me brother from now on?" I had to go a little too far. She regained her sense and said, "Can you give me a reason?" "To make you forget your age."

I said it sincerely. She hesitated for a moment and replied intellectually, "Brother, you are so kind." She hugged me with her recovered physical strength and kept kissing me passionately. After I finished kissing her, I got out of bed and rushed to the bathroom, quickly grabbing a white towel. She looked at me in surprise, then suddenly understood my intention. "Brother, don't take this. I have something better for you in my bag," she said, smiling sweetly and shyly.

I took her handbag, opened it, and saw a white silk handkerchief inside. I took it out, unfolded it, and saw words on it. Just as I was about to read what it said, she said, "Brother, don't look. It'll be better if you look after we're done." Looking at her charming expression, I placed the handkerchief under her. Then I whispered in her ear, "It might hurt when I enter you later, but I'll be gentle." "Brother, come on, I'll make you satisfied," she said gently but firmly.

I decided to give her greater satisfaction and minimize her pain as much as possible. I kissed her luscious vulva again. This time I used a little more force, giving her stronger stimulation, and she quickly showed signs of pleasure, writhing incessantly.

I guided my penis with my hand, gently sliding the glans between her open labia majora, stimulating her red labia majora and clitoris with the glans, trying to familiarize her vagina, which had never been exposed to a man's penis before, with the intruder about to enter.

While rubbing, I used the glans to pry open the vaginal opening between her labia minora, slowly inserting the glans, about five centimeters in diameter, along the coronal sulcus into the gradually opening vagina. When the entire head of my penis was inside her vagina, the sensitive glans felt resistance, and I knew it was time to give her the final blow.

I lay on top of her, using my hard pectoral muscles to flatten her soft breasts, and reached my hands to her sweaty buttocks, gently lifting them slightly to allow for a smooth, straight entry. Then I took a breath and pulled her forcefully towards me, simultaneously pressing my hips down. I could clearly feel the resistance suddenly disappear, and the inertia caused our pubic bones to collide with a "bang."

Her throat tightened as I thrust with all my might, breaking through the resistance. A heart-wrenching scream escaped her lips: "Ah!...Brother!" She pressed her hands against my back, and I saw her white teeth clenched tightly around her lower lip. Her whole body trembled with pain, and tears streamed from the corners of her eyes. I stopped moving with pity, placing my arms around her shoulders and kissing away her tears that continued to fall.

A moment later, feeling her hands relax, I gently shifted my hips, testing the extent of her pain. She bit her lip, furrowed her brow slightly, and resolutely thrust upwards. I understood she was enduring the pain to signal me, so I slowly raised my hips, withdrew my penis, and then slowly inserted it again. Each thrust made her brow twitch.

I first lengthened the distance of my thrusts, waiting for her to occasionally furrow her brow before increasing the speed slightly. When I began thrusting at a normal pace, I noticed her pale face, beads of sweat on her forehead, and a single drop of bright red blood gathered in the indentation of her bitten lower lip. A strong sense of self-reproach and heartache made me stop again. I kissed her slightly cold, trembling lips, and she immediately relaxed, letting out a long breath, her warm breath exhaling through her nostrils onto my upper lip.

After kissing her, I kissed her sweaty cheeks and whispered in her ear, "I'm sorry, I made you work so hard." She dodged my kiss, looked at me, smiled, and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "I like it, brother. You have to be good to me. I'm yours for life. No matter what kind of woman you marry in the future, I will only belong to you. Brother, please continue, let's complete our wedding ceremony without marriage."

I never thought I would get such a woman who satisfied me so much. Apart from her age, she was a perfect woman. I really considered marrying her. But her decision also meant I didn't have to feel any guilt towards her. I could still be a libertine. But I decided not to go against her will. I would never impose on her what she disliked. I would train her within the limits she could accept, making her a person with self-respect, a companion, a friend, and a slave.

I began to thrust my penis in and out of her vagina, moving like a piston along the vaginal walls. After resting for a while, she had regained some strength and began to respond to my movements. But I could feel that she was still in pain. As I increased my speed, she gradually rose from pleasure.

I knew that without the drugs, she would not be able to withstand this intense, tearing pain. With the continuous stimulation of pleasure, her face became flushed, her breathing became more and more rapid, and all the cells in her body gathered their energy, preparing to welcome the arrival of her virginity-breaking orgasm.

Her body began to stiffen, and her shy moans grew louder, as she repeatedly cried out, "Great, brother, give it to me, give it to me." I increased the speed of my thrusts again, feeling my energy waning. I thought of the feeling before ejaculation, savoring the sensation of my hard penis being sucked in her hot, smooth vagina. I could even feel my vas deferens twitching.

At the same time, I could feel her body beginning to writhe violently before orgasm, stiff and involuntary. Just as I was about to go numb, she began to tremble with orgasm, her whole body tensing, her hands gripping the sheets tightly. I suddenly increased the speed of my thrusts to a level I couldn't believe myself. After dozens of thrusts in a dozen seconds, a powerful ejaculation, accompanied by her screams, began relentlessly.

"Ah... Brother... Mmm... I'm so beautiful... Brother, harder... Ah..." she cried out unconsciously. I stopped thrusting, and after ejaculating, to prolong her orgasm, I lay on top of her, letting my penis writhe inside her with the movements of my hips, until she collapsed on the bed. I embraced her, her body drenched in sweat, and kissed her face, flushed from the orgasm.

After resting for a while, she seemed to be almost asleep, the blush of orgasm still lingering on her face. I got out of bed, picked her up, and carried her into the bathroom. She put her weak hands on my neck and said, "Brother, what are you doing?" "I'm helping you wash up." She smiled sweetly and happily. The water brought her back to her senses, and she told me to wash up first and then come out. I rinsed myself off and came out.

As I wiped myself down, I looked at the messy bed. A large pool of bright red blood caught my eye. I grabbed the handkerchief. Good heavens, she had bled so much! Suddenly, I noticed embroidered words on it. Unfolding it, I read: "I dedicate my life to the man I love!" My heart clenched. I turned and went into the bathroom, my heart aching. She had already finished washing and was struggling to come out. I picked her up and gently placed her on the bed, kissing her swollen, bitten lips, and holding her tightly…

The next day, as instructed by the tour guide, Du Wenying stumbled as she got out of bed. I quickly helped her. She turned and looked at me with embarrassed eyes. "What's wrong?" I asked worriedly.

"It's nothing, just a little sore," she leaned against me. I helped her into the bathroom. As she lifted her nightgown, she looked at me and said, "Aren't you leaving?"

"I want to watch you, in case you need anything," I said, looking at her with a mischievous glint in my eyes.

"No need, you can go now, I'm fine." She kissed me and pushed me out. As

I packed our things, thinking of her shy and sweet appearance, my body reacted instinctively, and my mind wandered to her relieving herself. I was determined to watch her. A forty-year-old woman would be incredibly ashamed to be watched while relieving herself.

After a while, she came out hesitantly. We went downstairs, put our bags in the car, and went to a restaurant. She had a good appetite and ate two slices of toast and a fried egg, but only drank a small glass of milk. I knew she was worried about not being able to relieve herself in the car.

After boarding, she sat by the window, and I sat next to her. Soon, the tour guide counted the passengers, and the luxurious minibus started moving. At this point, the tour guide explained today's itinerary and destination, as well as precautions and personal safety instructions.

The bus made a "whoosh!" sound as it drove along the road, and most people used this time to close their eyes and rest. I turned to look at her; her eyes were fixed on the scenery flashing past the window.

Today she was wearing a white silk short-sleeved shirt and a black silk midi skirt. She had originally worn jeans, but they were too tight at the crotch, so she changed into a skirt.

She seemed to sense my gaze, turned around, gave me a sweet smile, and leaned on my shoulder. Ignoring the tour guide's surprised look, I kissed her forehead and said, "Now I want to ask you, what should I call you?"

She lazily replied, "Whatever you want." "Then can I call you 'Little Slut'?" I said mischievously. She hugged my arm, looked at me, and shook her head. "Call me by my nickname. When I was little, my parents and sister called me Xiao Ying." "I call you Xiao Ying in public, but what do we call each other when it's just the two of us?" I persisted.

"I know men like women to be as seductive as possible in bed, but they should act like ladies in public. It's up to you. As long as you hold me, you can call me whatever you want," she said, as docile as a little girl, not at all like someone in their forties. "Brother, I want to tell you why I'm still a virgin at forty, why I like you and love you, but don't want to marry you. That's probably what you want to know, right?" she said earnestly.

"Yes, I really want to know, but I won't force you. If you tell me, it means you want me to know, and I'll be happy. If you don't tell me, I won't ask. As long as I have you now and in the future, that's enough. Everything else is unimportant. What you're going to tell me must be an interesting experience." My heart was eager to understand all of this, but I really didn't want to ask, just like I didn't want others to ask me things I didn't want others to know.

"My sister and I were raised in the countryside by our mother when we were little. My father was a geologist. My mother said he was a student of the famous geologist Li Siguang. When the Cultural Revolution started, my father was imprisoned as a reactionary academic expert. I was only three years old at the time. My mother took my sister and me to the countryside for reform through labor. The village secretary was a big bad guy. He saw that my mother was beautiful and was from the city, so he demanded that she agree to be his woman. When my mother refused, he used all sorts of means to make things difficult for her. During the day, he made my mother do the work that men do, and at night he would criticize and struggle against her. My mother was quickly exhausted by the torment." As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes as she recalled her childhood.

I gently embraced her, stroking her shoulder comfortingly. She paused for a moment, then continued, "The village secretary saw that tormenting my mother wasn't working, so he turned his attention to my sister and me. I was little then, living with my mother, while my sister was already in school. He had the village children bully my sister. Eventually, my mother, seeing she had no other choice, gave in to him. He's utterly inhuman; he treats my mother like her slave." From that time on, I developed a deep hatred for men. Later, he even raped my sister. My mother couldn't bear the blow and fell ill. Fortunately, the "Gang of Four" was overthrown soon after, my father was exonerated and reinstated, and the village secretary was executed. Because of this change, my mother could no longer face my father and couldn't cope with it either, so she passed away. "At this point, she was already sobbing.

I kept kissing her forehead, trying my best to comfort her. Just then, the tour guide came over and asked, "Madam, are you alright?" He looked at me with a strange gaze, as if I had bullied her.

She looked up at the tour guide, shook her head and said, "I'm fine, thank you," leaning her head on my shoulder while wiping away her tears. After the tour guide returned to the front, everyone resumed their previous demeanor. Du Wenying continued, "After returning to the city for school, I always harbored a resistance towards men. Later, as I grew older, I started dating, but I discovered that almost all the men were attracted to my appearance. After starting work, I had a boyfriend. When I decided to give him my virginity, he saw my body, cried out, 'White Tiger, White Tiger,' and ran away. This was a huge blow to me. Later, I learned that the ancients said a white tiger brings misfortune to her husband, and I began to feel inferior, which also created a strong aversion to men. Until the day I met you, and you didn't show any unusual reaction after seeing that I was a white tiger, I knew then that no matter what the future held, I would only want you."

"Then why don't you want to marry me?" I asked impulsively.

"First, there's the age gap. Second, I'm a little afraid I might really bring you bad luck. Really, brother, I don't want to lose you. As long as you're sincere with me, marriage or not makes no difference." After she finished speaking, she leaned into my arms. "Brother, let me sleep for a while, okay?"

I watched her slowly fall asleep in my arms, her sweet and happy appearance, that girlish innocence, so different from her age, made me feel a desire to protect her. I made a decision in my heart: I would treat her well for the rest of my life.

Ever since that day I took Du Wenying's virginity, her vagina had been swollen and red. Every night when I saw it, my heart ached. Holding her that night, my body reacted strongly. For the first two days, she gently relieved me with her hand. Later, unable to resist my repeated requests, she looked at my swollen, purplish glans, tenderly grasped it with her hand, knelt between my legs, looked at me, and slowly pressed her sexy lips to my glans. Upon contact, she closed her eyes in shame.

She clumsily kissed my glans with her lips, occasionally licking it with her tongue. I couldn't help but tell her that it would be best to take it in her mouth. She looked at me with an intelligent yet shy gaze, but dared not look me directly in the eye, like a girl who had done something wrong, or like someone who was very wronged yet strongly expectant. She tried her best to open her mouth wide and slowly swallowed my glans. I adjusted it, pressing my glans against her tongue, holding her head with my hand, and slowly going deeper.

For her, my glans was a bit large, almost filling her entire mouth, which gave me intense stimulation. Gradually, she got used to it and started moving her head up and down while stroking it. Her hands also began to involuntarily caress my thighs and my testicles, which swayed with her movements.

As she became more aware and adapted, her mouth became more skillful. When the glans was withdrawn, she would lick it from the base to the glans with her tongue, repeating this several times before taking it back in, sucking and stroking it a few times, and then spitting it out and licking it up and down.

I was enveloped in waves of pleasure. Her warm mouth and soft, slippery tongue sent shivers down my spine, and my penis grew even harder. She seemed to sense the constant pulsation of my penis, and she released it, instead using her hand to stroke it. I laughed and sat up, kissing her ear as I said, "Can I cum in your mouth?"

She looked at me in surprise. She had never thought of oral sex before; it was already unacceptable to her, and now I was asking her to cum in my mouth. How could she not be shocked? But her gentle nature, coupled with her love for me and the submissiveness caused by her inferiority complex, made her silent. She looked at me with a slightly aggrieved expression, hoping I would change my mind. I looked at her and said, "You know, a man's penis is supposed to be inserted into a woman's body and ejaculate inside her, but your vagina can't accept it right now. I can't bear to force you, so I let you use your hands for the first two days. Now you can use your mouth to do it, okay? You little slut."

She seemed reluctant, but she felt that it was indeed her own fault. Moreover, she wisely thought that she couldn't make the man she loved happy, and that she had an obligation to make him happy and satisfied. She looked at me with aggrieved yet helpless eyes, and then firmly swallowed my glans, no longer hesitating as she began to stroke it.

The first time I received oral sex from a forty-year-old virgin, the stimulation intensified my pleasure. Her shy, aggrieved expression filled me with both tenderness and satisfaction. Soon, the tingling sensation in my lower back and the spasms in my vas deferens before ejaculation caused me to shoot a large amount of semen into her mouth.

She let out a soft moan, tightly holding my glans, feeling each pulsation of ejaculation, until the pulsation stopped. Then she released my glans, still holding the semen, jumped out of bed, and rushed into the bathroom. Soon, the sound of her dry heaving could be heard.

The trip ended quickly, and my only gain was a beautiful, intelligent woman. As we walked out of the travel agency, I asked to take her to my place. She trembled slightly and lowered her head. When I told her I was going to fuck her hard that night, her face turned bright red. She wrapped her arms around my arm, leaning against me like a little bird, and followed me into her second place.

Washing away the dust of the journey, I embraced her and led her to my bedside. When I kissed her lips, she closed her eyes. Holding her, I could feel her rapid breathing and heartbeat. I sucked on her soft tongue, my hands stroking her smooth thighs. When my hand slid between her legs, her vulva was already very wet. When my fingers entered her, her whole body went limp. When I placed her hand on my large penis, she recoiled as if electrocuted. I then entered her without hesitation.

Her vagina was very tight. I knew this was her second time, so I tried to penetrate her as gently and slowly as possible. She gritted her teeth and held me tightly. When I was fully inside her, I stopped. I could feel her vagina writhing, hot and wet, and my inner thighs were also wet with her juices. When I started moving, she hugged me tightly, moaning in rapid breaths, holding me tightly with her legs and arms.

I sped up, and soon her excitement rose. Accompanied by moans that matched my movements, her face flushed crimson with intense desire. As her climax approached, she cried out repeatedly, "Ah...ah...I'm going to die...ah!" Her vagina began to spasm, her whole body tensing up. I thrust in all the way in, trying to delay the fading of her climax. After about half a minute, she released me and entered a semi-conscious state. I didn't stop, but slowed down a little to allow her to recover.

Soon she began to respond, wrapping her arms around my waist and looking at me with lustful eyes: "Brother, why is this happening? Why does it feel like this?" she said lovingly, her full, white breasts exposed, no longer showing the shyness of losing her virginity. "Little slut, this is an orgasm. I'll give you even better ones later," I said, speeding up as I grasped her soft yet firm breasts, my fingertips twisting her nipples hard. She only frowned slightly, not objecting, but instead arching her back and kissing me passionately.

The second wave of attacks began. I thrust in so fast it left her breathless, each stroke penetrating deeply to the hilt. My large penis began to cause her pain, and she could barely hold on, gripping me tightly with both hands: "Brother, be gentle, I can't take it anymore." My hands began to pinch her nipples again, but this time more gently, at a slower pace. As her vagina began to show signs of spasms, I increased the force of my thrusts and the pressure in my hands. When she reached orgasm, I felt a powerful ejaculation. I squeezed her breasts hard, and with each thrust, our pubic bones collided, sending her to another orgasm.

At the same time, I ejaculated inside her. Her hands gripped tightly the hands that were squeezing her breasts. I knew it hurt, but she didn't stop me; she just twisted and writhed to match my movements. I rested on her for a moment, and she once again entered a semi-conscious state after orgasm.

Postscript : This is actually my true experience, except that Du Wenying is based on my former mentor and colleague. She really did only have me, her only man, when she was forty. We still keep in touch now, as if it were a natural progression. We worked together for five years, so there must have been a certain emotional foundation for this to happen. She is truly a very kind and traditional woman, but the first time I still used drugs and a bit of coercion.

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