Mrs. Zhuang

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Shortly after moving to her new home, Yuzhen met her neighbor, Mrs. Zhuang. Her husband, Mr. Zhuang, was a sailor on the ocean, often navigating the Eurasian Seas for years before returning home for a month or so each year. Mrs. Zhuang, in her forties, was stunningly beautiful, with fair skin, a slender yet voluptuous figure, full breasts and hips, and a swaying waist. Her walk was captivating, with a graceful, swaying gait. She had a daughter named Sulan, seventeen years old, who looked exactly like her mother. Although not yet an adult, she was precocious, with a full figure, prominent hips and a firm chest, no less impressive than her mother. She was currently a sophomore in high school. Yuzhen met Mrs. Zhuang, He Meiyun, at the market. Their initial acquaintance deepened into a more intimate conversation. One was a middle-aged widow, the other a middle-aged widow with no family; their shared plight fostered a strong friendship, and their families frequently visited each other. One day at noon, Wenlong was home from school. His adoptive mother, Yuzhen, went to the hair salon and did some shopping, telling him not to wander off and to stay home. She planned to return around five o'clock to cook. Wenlong was engrossed in reading when the doorbell rang. He opened the door to find Mrs. Zhuang visiting. "Hello, Mrs. Zhuang." "Hello, Wenlong, where's your mother?" "Mom went to get her hair washed and buy some groceries. Mrs. Zhuang, please have a seat." "Okay." Mrs. Zhuang sat down in the center of the large sofa. Wenlong poured a glass of juice from the refrigerator and brought it to Mrs. Zhuang. "Thank you." Mrs. Zhuang took the juice with her delicate hands and bowed slightly. Wenlong glanced at Mrs. Zhuang and saw her fair, plump hands, her ten fingers slender and painted with bright red nail polish. Because of the hot weather, she wore a sleeveless, low-cut dress, the hem of which was about three inches above her knees, a short mini-skirt style that exposed most of her legs. Although she wore a bra under the dress, her fair neck, soft breasts, and full bosom were clearly visible. Mrs. Zhuang took the teacup and placed it on the coffee table, raising her fair arm to tidy her drooping hair. Wenlong noticed a thick patch of dark armpit hair under Mrs. Zhuang's snow-white armpits. Although he had been with four middle-aged beauties, this was the first time he had ever seen a woman with so much armpit hair; it was incredibly sexy. Wenlong's hair stood on end, his whole body heated up, and his penis suddenly became erect. He quickly sat on the opposite sofa, staring blankly at Mrs. Zhuang, his hands pressed against his erect penis between his thighs, without uttering a word. "Wenlong, what time will your mother be home?" Mrs. Zhuang asked sweetly. "Mom said she'll be back around five o'clock." Mrs. Zhuang raised her left arm to look at her watch: "Ah! It's only a little past one now, it'll be another three or four hours!" "Yes, Mrs. Zhuang, what do you need my mother for?" "Nothing important, just bored at home, so I came to chat with your mother." "I'm so sorry, my mother isn't home, I'll keep Mrs. Zhuang company." "Okay, that's fine. Wenlong, how old are you this year? Where do you study?" "Mrs. Zhuang, I'm twenty years old this year, studying mechanical engineering at XX University." Wenlong answered, but his eyes were fixed on the hem of Mrs. Zhuang's miniskirt, between her legs. At this moment, Mrs. Zhuang's two pink legs, intentionally or unintentionally, were slightly parted six or seven inches wide, revealing a layer of dark shadow on her pink panties, with a slit in the middle, clearly exposing the outline of her vulva to Wenlong's eyes, making him feel dizzy and his penis hard. "Wenlong, Mrs. Zhuang has something she'd like to discuss with you." Mrs. Zhuang, oblivious to Wenlong's unusual gaze, spoke in a sweet voice. "What is it? Please speak, Mrs. Zhuang." She looked up at his beautiful face. "Well, it's like this. I see you're strong and handsome, so I like you very much. I'd like to introduce my only daughter to you, so we can become friends first, and if fate allows, we can discuss marriage. What do you think?" "This…" "Don't be so formal. Is it because my daughter isn't pretty enough? You don't like her?" "No, you and your daughter are both very beautiful, especially Mrs. Zhuang, who is exceptionally beautiful and young, more beautiful than a flower. Of course, your daughter is beautiful too!" "Really? You're not lying to me! I'm over forty, and you're making me sound so young…" "Beautiful." "No, Mrs. Zhuang isn't old at all. She looks like a woman in her early thirties. Standing next to your daughter, anyone who doesn't know the situation would think you're sisters!" Mrs. Zhuang was secretly delighted upon hearing this: "Wenlong, you have such a sweet tongue. You really know how to please me." Wenlong knew she was aroused and thought his chance had come: "Mrs. Zhuang, would you like to try my sweet tongue?" As he spoke, Wenlong stood up and walked to Mrs. Zhuang's side, plopped down next to her, and without regard for her reaction, suddenly hugged Mrs. Zhuang and kissed her cherry lips, his right hand stroking back and forth between her chest and abdomen. "Mmm...mmm...no...no...no...no..." Mrs. Zhuang shook her head and struggled, initially struggling forcefully to avoid Wenlong's lips, but gradually her strength weakened and she stopped resisting, letting Wenlong kiss and caress her. She opened her cherry lips and sent her fragrant tongue into Wenlong's mouth, and the two of them sucked on each other's tongues with relish. Wenlong's right hand slid down the low neckline and touched a real breast. It was incredibly beautiful—tender, smooth, and plump breasts with large, erect nipples that were pinched until they were hard as pebbles. His other hand went behind Mrs. Zhuang, found the zipper, and casually unhooked her bra. As he pulled up his dress with both hands, Mrs. Zhuang suddenly woke up as if from a dream. Her clothes and bra immediately slipped down, revealing a pair of large, white breasts. She quickly pulled her clothes up to cover her breasts, her face flushed with embarrassment, her heart pounding. She gasped, "Wenlong... how could you do this to Mrs. Zhuang like this..." "I'm sorry, Mrs. Zhuang, you are just too beautiful. I couldn't help but offend you. I didn't mean to. Please forgive me." "This is outrageous!" "Please forgive me, Mrs. Zhuang! I'll kneel down and apologize." With a thud, he knelt down and placed his hands on Mrs. Zhuang's two pink thighs. When Mrs. Zhuang saw Wenlong kneel down to apologize, she couldn't bear it and hurriedly tried to help him up. As she did so, her clothes and bra slipped down to her waist. Mrs. Zhuang cried out "Ah!" and tried to pull her clothes back up. Wenlong, seeing this, seized the opportunity. He quickly embraced Mrs. Zhuang, leaped up, and opened his mouth wide to take one of her large, bright red nipples into his mouth, sucking and biting. His other hand reached under her skirt, into her panties, and touched her prominent mons pubis and thick pubic hair, inserting his middle finger... He inserted his fingers into her vagina, gently pinching her clitoris with his index and thumb fingers. Mrs. Zhuang, attacked from both ends by Wenlong, cried out, "Ah... Wenlong... stop... stop... your hands... hurry... don't do this... you're going too far... Mrs. Zhuang is going to... get angry... ah... you..." She struggled and gasped, her juices flowing onto Wenlong's hand, her nipples hardening from his sucking, her whole body tingling with pleasure, her desire burning fiercely. "Wenlong... let go of my hands... I... I have something to tell you, be good, listen...""Mrs. Zhuang, let go quickly." Mrs. Zhuang was captivated by Wenlong's youthful and masculine aura, experiencing a pleasure she had never felt before. "Okay." Wenlong withdrew his fingers from her vagina, wrapped his arms tightly around her slender waist again, and half-sat, half-pressed down on her snow-white body to prevent her from getting up and escaping. "Wenlong, you're so mean! How could you bully Aunt Zhuang like this? I was just talking about introducing my daughter to you as a friend, and you're touching me inappropriately." "Aunt Zhuang, I'm not bullying you. You don't know how much I love you." "You love me? You're joking! How old are you? How old am I? Your mother is three or four years younger than me. If I had married three or four years earlier, I could have given birth to you." "That's not how it works. Love doesn't discriminate based on age or status. As long as you like each other, that's enough. Didn't you just say you liked me? Why didn't you keep your word?" "Don't misunderstand. When I said I liked you, I meant I was choosing a boyfriend for my daughter, someone who can be a son-in-law in the future, someone to rely on. You! Really! What are you thinking?" "Let's not talk about your daughter now. I like you, I love you, I'm determined to love you, Aunt Zhuang. Uncle Zhuang has been with you for many years..." "Aren't you lonely away from home?" "Nonsense, I'm not lonely at all. Don't get the wrong idea. It's strange, I'm almost an old woman, what makes you love me? That's utter nonsense." "I'm not talking nonsense, Mrs. Zhuang, you are so beautiful and charming, I love you to death." Upon hearing this, Mrs. Zhuang thought to herself: She was already over forty, practically at the stage of aging and losing her beauty, yet she could still make a young, strong, and handsome man like Wenlong so infatuated with her. She never dreamed of such a thing. Then she thought of her husband, who spent one or two years abroad before returning home, and then setting sail again after less than a month. For two years, he spent twenty-three months alone in his empty house. Although he had secretly dated a few boyfriends, they were all middle-aged or older, either with small penises or unable to perform sexually, and they broke up with each other because they were uninteresting. Young men don't want me, and middle-aged men I don't want. I haven't found my ideal partner yet, and every night I sleep alone, sighing in vain. My sexual hunger is insatiable, and I don't know how many times I've gritted my teeth in frustration. Today, since a young and handsome man loves me, why not accept him and seek pleasure? This isn't the first time. Even if my husband comes home, he won't be able to tell that my vagina has been used. Lost in thought, I feigned feminine modesty and said, "Wenlong, do you really think I'm beautiful? Don't you think I'm old? Why do you like middle-aged women? Do you truly love me, or are you just playing around? What about my daughter's matter?" "Mrs. Zhuang, firstly, you are truly beautiful and charming. Secondly, in my eyes, you are not old at all. Thirdly, middle-aged women have a mature beauty. Fourthly, I truly love you. If you don't believe me, I can swear to God that it's not just playing around. Fifthly, regarding your daughter's matter, in the future..." "I'll leave it to you to decide. So, are you satisfied with my answer?" "Hmm, I'm generally satisfied, but I have two more questions for you. First, what if your mother finds out about us? Second, why do you like mature middle-aged women?" "First, if my mother finds out about us, I can handle it without any problem. Please rest assured about that. Second, I have a special preference for middle-aged women because when women reach middle age, they are at their peak of physical and psychological maturity. Having experienced more than twenty years of sexual experience, their lovemaking is fiery and unrestrained, with a particularly good charm and allure. That's what makes it exciting!" "Hmm, judging from your tone, you must have slept with quite a few middle-aged women?" "I've slept with four!" "Hmph! You're really promiscuous. You've slept with four? How old are you? Did you throw them away after you slept with them?" Mrs. Zhuang snorted and asked angrily. "My dear Mrs. Zhuang, are you angry? That happened last year. They were thirty-eight, forty-three, forty-five, and forty-eight years old, four of them in total." Wenlong's hands roamed over Mrs. Zhuang's body again, making her feel unbearably itchy and breathless. "Wenlong... good boy... Mrs. Zhuang is in so much pain... don't tease me anymore... I..." This made Wenlong laugh out loud: "Mrs. Zhuang, I know you're in pain... come here..." So he picked up Mrs. Zhuang and carried her into the room, laid her down on the bed, helped her take off all her clothes, then took off his own clothes and stood in front of the bed, gazing at each other's bodies. At the same time, they both exclaimed "Ah!" in unison. Wenlong was stunned by Mrs. Zhuang's beautiful body. Not only was Mrs. Zhuang beautiful, but her breasts were also snow-white and full, with large, bright red nipples and pink areolas. Island-shaped areolas are protruding below the nipples and above the breasts. Only one or two out of a thousand people can find such areolas. Touching and pinching them is an endless pleasure, because protruding areolas have a different charm than flat ones. They are truly a treasure. There are several fine lines on her flat abdomen, a sign that she has only given birth to one child. Her snow-white abdomen is covered with thick, black, long pubic hair, covering a large area below her abdomen. She is so sexy and charming. Mrs. Zhuang's alluring eyes were fixed on Wenlong's erect penis, staring intently without blinking. Her heart pounded wildly. She estimated it to be over seven inches long and about two inches thick, with a glans the size of a child's fist, glowing purplish-red, standing tall and proud, like a divine warrior descended from the heavens, unstoppable. She wondered what it would feel like to be penetrated by him; it would surely be incredibly pleasurable. Wenlong could no longer restrain himself. He gently stroked the high mons pubis and pubic hair for a while, then grabbed a handful of thick, long pubic hair, about four inches long. This was the thickest, longest, and densest pubic hair he had ever seen in his four relationships with women, greatly broadening his horizons. He realized that every woman's body had a different form, truly breathtaking and awe-inspiring. Because her pubic hair was too thick and long, she couldn't discover the wonders within the Peach Blossom Spring. So she parted her pink legs, and then parted the thick pubic hair, and only then did she discover the overflowing Peach Blossom Spring. With her hands, she parted her labia, revealing a pink clitoris the size of a grain of rice. Her vagina was bright red, and her fingers felt slippery and wet. She pinched and rubbed the clitoris with her index finger and thumb for a while, making Mrs. Zhuang moan softly, "Baby... don't rub anymore... rub anymore... Mrs. Zhuang... feels so good..." "It hurts...it's so itchy down there...hurry...darling...give it to me...give it to me..." A pair of alluring eyes gazed at him, her chest heaving, her ample breasts trembling, her moans and groans filling the air. Wenlong was also burning with desire, eager to release his pent-up lust. Moreover, the woman before him was dazzlingly beautiful. Just looking at her delicate, snow-white skin and her slender, graceful curves was enough to make the trip worthwhile. What words of praise could possibly describe her? He mounted her, pressing his weight onto her body, their arms entwined tightly. A deluge of kisses rained down on her cheeks, cherry lips, breasts, lower abdomen, pubic hair, and vulva. He then extended his tongue to lick her clitoris and the area around her vagina. Mrs. Zhuang was overjoyed by the licking, her soul floating, her spirit leaving her body. Waves of tingling pleasure spread throughout her entire being, and her juices flowed freely. Wenlong swallowed every last drop. "My dear...don't...don't lick anymore...I really...can't take it...please...Mama...I'm dying of itching..." "Mama Zhuang...I'll relieve your itch..." The large glans thrust in. "Ah...it hurts...don't...don't move...your is so big...it hurts so much..." Mrs. Zhuang's delicate brows furrowed, looking pained, her hands pressing against his shoulders to prevent him from pressing down further. "I really can't take it...your is too big..." This was understandable; Mrs. Zhuang's husband was small and old, weak and powerless. She had never tasted such a thick and large penis before, so of course it was unbearable! "Mrs. Zhuang, let me pull it out. You look so pained." "No...don't pull it out...wait a bit..." Her hands, like snakes, tightly wrapped around Wenlong again, her delicate body and plump buttocks gently twisting. She felt the large glans inside her vagina, burning and throbbing wonderfully. Seeing her flushed face, seductive eyes, and wanton appearance, Wenlong's heart fluttered, and his penis, inserted in her vagina, wouldn't move. So he no longer cared whether she was in pain or not, and with a sudden force, there was a "plop!" sound as his large penis plunged deep inside, hitting Mrs. Zhuang's core. "Ouch! Oh my god! It hurts so much..." Mrs. Zhuang's face turned pale, she gritted her teeth, her brows furrowed, her breathing rapid, her body convulsing, looking like she was in great pain. Wenlong also felt that the walls of her vagina were plump and tight, gripping his penis tightly. The feeling of tightness and warmth was indescribable. "My dear son... my sweetheart... your big cock head... is touching my clitoris... Aunt Zhuang... so beautiful... so pleasurable... you... move... move..." Her lewd moans stimulated Wenlong's masculine savagery. He no longer cared about being gentle and began to thrust violently. "Oh... dear husband... baby... Aunt Zhuang's little darling... I'm going to let you... fuck me to death... you've touched... my... clitoris... again..."She held Wenlong tightly, moaning and groaning in a dreamlike state. Her slender waist swayed, her plump buttocks jerking and thrusting, making her vulva press even closer and tighter against his large penis, intensifying the pleasure. The clitoris of her vulva contracted and relaxed, sucking at the glans. Wenlong thrust faster and harder, feeling incredibly good. "Ah...darling...my good boy...I...I can't take it anymore...I'm coming..." Mrs. Zhuang moaned wildly, stimulating Wenlong to the point of madness. Like a wild horse, he thrust with all his might, penetrating to the very bottom, each time hitting her flesh, pumping rapidly and forcefully. His large glans kissed her clitoris like raindrops, and her juices flowed down her buttocks, soaking the sheets. This rapid thrusting drove Mrs. Zhuang to the brink of death, her soul almost leaving her body. Her beautiful hair was disheveled, her face flushed and paled, her whole body trembling, panting heavily. "My dear husband...my little darling...I'm going to die...I've come again...I've come..." Mrs. Zhuang climaxed several times in a row, collapsing onto the bed, panting heavily. Wenlong had reached his climax, about to explode: "Mrs. Zhuang... don't stop... faster... faster shake... thrust... your ass... I... I'm going to ejaculate..." His penis swelled, and Mrs. Zhuang, being experienced, felt the large penis swell inside her vagina, knowing it was a sign of impending ejaculation. She had no choice but to muster her strength, twisting her plump buttocks to meet the challenge. Wenlong thrust desperately a few times, feeling a numbness in his glans and a ache in his spine. He tightened his grip, pressing his lower body against her erect vagina, and a stream of hot semen shot out. "Ah!" Mrs. Zhuang's clitoris was scalded by the hot semen, causing her whole body to tremble. She bit down hard on Wenlong's shoulder, her arms and legs tightly entwining her lover's strong body. "Ah... it feels so good..." In that instant, both of them were lost in a dream, unaware of where they were or where they were drifting. After a while, the two woke up. Mrs. Zhuang gazed at Wenlong with her alluring eyes for a moment: "Long'er, you're really amazing... You almost took my life just now..." "My dear Mrs. Zhuang, are you comfortable and satisfied?" "My dear son, I feel so comfortable and satisfied. My dear little husband, I love you so much." "I love you so much too. Your pussy is so beautiful, especially that big patch of pubic hair. It's so mesmerizing." As she spoke, she reached out and stroked her pubic hair and vulva. "Baby, you're handsome and strong, and I never imagined your penis was so amazing. Your performance just now was truly astonishing, and you lasted so long that I climaxed three or four times before you finally released your precious nectar. If I were an unmarried young lady, you would have killed me." "Baby, did Uncle Zhuang enjoy playing with you?" "Him? He's useless. His penis is only a little over four inches long and not very thick. Plus, he's getting old and his stamina isn't what it used to be. He came in three to five minutes. It was so tasteless. Baby, I hope you can give me more comfort in the future. Darling, after what you did to me, I can't live without you. I really want your big treasure to be inside my little hole every day before I'm satisfied. My love, can you promise me?" "Okay, I promise you!"

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