Having sex with a 50-year-old woman

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Over the years, I've been with quite a few women, and I must say, they're all different. I've been with women from 17 to 40, and I've concluded that mature women are the most fun. Even though their vaginas are a bit darker and looser, the feeling of them covering my penis is about the same. For the past two years, I've had this persistent thought: I want to find a woman over 50 to play with. I don't know if I'm a pervert.

These days, you just do what you want, as long as you're happy, who cares what others say? I doubt saunas or dance halls have women over 50.

I started browsing various online chat rooms. I remember it was after the Spring Festival in 2008, in a UC chat room. I thought it was pretty good, lots of people, even better than QQ. Most of the chat rooms here allowed video calls. I looked from 40 to 50, lingering in chat rooms like "Dating at 50" and "Romantic Sunset."

One day, a woman named "Gentle as Water" greeted me, and I chatted with her while searching. We briefly introduced ourselves. I learned she was from Fushun, Liaoning, and 52 years old. I told her mine: 36, married, with a daughter. We chatted for over an hour. I know chatting is my forte; what guy hasn't learned a bit about picking up girls? I flattered her for an hour, added each other as friends, and logged off.

That evening, I opened the QQ account again and saw she was online. We chatted for a long time. I asked if she had video chat, and we did. A middle-aged woman appeared, with trendy long tassels. She was slender. I asked how tall she was. 168 cm, 110 kg—she didn't look over 50 at all. High nose, big eyes. She

must have been a beauty in her youth. I also told her my name was Zhou Zhenbing, 1.75 meters tall, 150 kg, and a company president in Foshan. She said she was a university teacher.

Wow, no wonder she had such an elegant air; she's a teacher! I said, "Teachers are respected these days." From that night on, we often video chatted, and when we didn't feel like typing, we'd use voice chat. She told me to call her "sister" and me "little brother."

After a month, we were inseparable. I learned about her family; her husband was also a university professor, and she had a married son working in Beijing.

I said, "You have a good husband and a good son!" She smiled wryly and said, "Every family has its own troubles." One day, she asked me if I was having an online romance. She said she kept thinking about me for some reason. I quickly said, "Me too. I can't even focus on my work. I often think about your face and your nice voice."

I told her, "This is what online dating is like. It's the same as in real life. When two people spend a lot of time together, feelings develop, but things progress much faster here." She tacitly acknowledged our relationship. We often hung out on UC and QQ, talking about everything from sex to living together, from the structure of men and women to one-night stands.

She said I was a trustworthy little brother. To be honest, after chatting for over a month, I had really started to like this older sister. I was willing to tell her my troubles and listen to her advice. It's been years since I felt that youthful, romantic feeling. I asked her if we could meet sometime, and offered to treat her to dinner. She didn't respond for a while, then told me someone from her family was visiting and she logged off.

I wondered if I'd asked too soon. Oh well, all my efforts were wasted. I didn't see her online for two days. On the third day, I saw her again. She said she'd been too busy at work and apologized. I didn't mention meeting up, and we started chatting again. I said I'd missed her terribly, and she said she felt the same way. That day, we exchanged phone numbers, and from then on, we texted each other when we didn't have time online.

Thinking back, I really miss those days. Before I knew it, it was almost May Day. During our online chat, she said she wanted to meet up. I couldn't believe my eyes; it was true. She explained that last time I suggested meeting up, she was hesitant because she didn't want acquaintances to see us. Since then, I hadn't brought it up again, so it seemed she genuinely cared for me. I had no choice but to ask. We agreed on May Day, and I went to Fushun.

I took the early train there in the morning. She was picking me up at the train station. When I saw her, I was stunned. She was even more beautiful than in the video. She had long, black hair, and you couldn't tell she was over 50. She was wearing a floral shirt, jeans, and black high heels—a typical middle-aged woman. She looked only a few years older than me. She held out her hand and smiled, saying, "What are you looking at? Don't you recognize me?" I quickly took her hand. It was so nice, so plump. We kissed for a while, and then she took my hand and we left the station.

We spent the day in Fushun. She treated me to lunch, and in the afternoon we went to the park. We were short on time, so we sat in the park.

She nestled against me, her head resting on my shoulder. I could smell the fresh scent of her hair, and my penis was hard. But I know that sophisticated intellectuals appreciate romance, so I gently put my arm around her and kissed her on the cheek. She reciprocated, and we kissed passionately for a while. I didn't dare touch her breasts or genitals, but I could feel her heart pounding.

Finally, she said it was getting late and I should go back, and then she saw me off on the train back to Shenyang.

After that, we became more relaxed when chatting. It was getting warmer, and one day I asked her to take off her top so I could see her breasts. She took a long time to slowly take them off, wearing a bra but refusing to let me see. I took off my pants and took out my penis. She covered her face and said, "It's too big, you're so naughty."

The next day, I saw her on QQ, and I asked her to take off her clothes again. She readily took off her top, rubbing her two large, sagging breasts with both hands. Finally, we both undressed and started chatting. She didn't have much pubic hair, and her labia were purplish-brown.

In the end, I masturbated while watching her insert her fingers into her vagina, and I ejaculated. I knew in my heart that she had been even nicer to me since we met, and I really felt bad for her. She was sincere, but I just wanted to satisfy my desire to experience a woman over 50. It seems women are more devoted than men. I need to get with her quickly; I'll worry about the future later.

Another weekend, I called her to invite her to Foshan. She said she'd call me back after making arrangements at home. The next morning, she called and asked me to pick her up at Foshan North Station. Around 9 a.m., I picked her up. She looked radiant; was something good happening? She whispered in my ear, "I'm not going home tonight." I was overjoyed! I kissed her on the cheek when no one was around.

I said, "I'll make the arrangements today. You haven't been to Dongling, have you?" We went to Dongling right away. She laughed and said, "I've been to Beiling." We took a bus to Dongling, chatting and laughing the whole way. Quite a few people were watching us. She whispered in my ear, "Everyone's staring at us, I'm so embarrassed." I laughed and said, "They think we're sisters."

I hadn't been to Dongling for years. We spent the whole morning there, and it was almost 2 p.m. when we came out. After eating at a restaurant, I took her to the back of the mountain. The woods there were deep and quiet. Not many people go to Dongling, and there were even fewer people at the back.

She said she was tired, so we sat down on the grass. I boldly pulled her close, and she lay in my arms. This time, without hesitation, I lifted her shirt, reached inside, and grasped her large, soft breasts. I twisted her nipples between two fingers and kissed her mouth. After a while, she spread her legs, her face flushed, and she was breathing heavily.

I slipped my hand under her skirt and touched her vulva through her pantyhose. She moaned at me, "No, it's too uncomfortable, my dear brother, take it out. I'll keep you company tonight, okay?" I whispered in her ear, "I can't wait any longer, I love you."

I pulled up her skirt, made her kneel on the ground, and raised her buttocks. I pulled down her panties and pantyhose from behind to her knees, parted her labia, and found they were the same color as her nipples. I smelled them; besides the unique scent of a woman's vaginal fluid, there was no other odor. Parting them further revealed her vulva, which was still pink.

I held my hard penis and slowly inserted it. Once it was fully in, I started thrusting. She began to moan. After thrusting hard over a hundred times, she shook her head and cried out, calling me "good brother," "good husband." We fucked for ten minutes straight, finally ejaculating inside her. After my penis went soft, I pulled out, and she collapsed to the ground, panting heavily. I took out a tissue to wipe the semen from her vagina, then pulled up my underwear and pantyhose. I turned her over and laid her on my lap. We stayed like that until it was almost dark before going home.

I called home and told them I had some overtime at work and wouldn't be coming home late, instead going straight to my mother's house.

When we arrived at Zhongjie, I booked a room for her. As soon as we entered the room, she hugged me and kissed me, saying, "You're so strong! Your thing is so amazing! It's killing me!"

It had been so many years since I'd been penetrated like this. I pulled her down onto the bed and saw she was crying. I didn't know why, so I quickly explained that it was my fault. She covered my mouth with her hand and said, "Good brother, I love you. You can't leave me. I've given you everything, so you can't do anything to betray me." I told her, "I swear to God, I love you too. The age difference isn't an obstacle to our love."

To be honest, I was really touched at that moment. She leaned her head against me and said, "My husband was in a car accident three years ago while on a business trip. After he recovered, his thing stopped working." I comforted her, saying, "It's okay. You're lucky he's alright. Every family has its troubles."

That night, we made love the whole time, from the bathroom to the bed, leaving traces of our lovemaking. The next morning, she spread her arms and said to me, "Little husband, look, it's all swollen."

I looked and sure enough, it was red. I said, "I was too rough." I bent down and started licking her vulva with my tongue. She quickly said, "Stop it! If you keep doing that, I'll have to put it inside, and then I'll be fucked to death!" I didn't care about that. My thick penis slowly hardened. I pressed my fingers on her clitoris, and used two fingers, one at her anus and one at her vaginal opening, rubbing them little by little. Under my double stimulation, she started moaning, her body reacted, and her legs slowly opened. The vaginal fluid that flowed from her vagina flowed to her anus. I easily inserted my two fingers into both holes. I said to her, "Your vulva is swollen, so use your back to serve me."

She said she absolutely refused, so I had no choice but to put it back inside her. After a while, I ejaculated inside her. We went to the shopping mall and shopped for half a day. She bought an outfit, checked out at noon, and I walked her all the way to the bus back to Fushun before reluctantly parting ways.

I finally slept with a 50-year-old woman, achieving my wish, but I don't know how to break up with her now. To be honest, I'm reluctant to break up with her. Chatting with her felt warm and familiar; I learned a lot from her, and I confided my troubles to her, except for things like going to prostitutes. She was, in a way, a close friend despite our age difference. (

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