50-something-year-old woman

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Two years ago, on a sweltering August day in Shenzhen, I was home alone, idly flipping through TV programs. I'd always had a bad habit of not wanting to wear more than a layer of clothing at home; basically, I only needed to cover my most private parts. That day, I was just wearing shorts. Just then, my upstairs neighbor, a woman I could practically call "Auntie," knocked on my door, asking me to come over and help her change a light bulb. Since we lived in the same building and often greeted each other, and she especially liked my little son, often playing with him and calling out "Grandma, Grandma!", I couldn't refuse. This neighbor, an older woman, was also often home alone. Her husband was frequently away on business, and her son was studying abroad, so she was often alone at home. When a light broke, it was a man's job, and she had to ask her neighbors for help. Given our generally good relationship, it wasn't surprising that she often asked me for help.
When I arrived, she was home alone again; her husband was away on a business trip. I didn't care about anything else and got straight to the point. The light was fixed in no time, and she was very grateful. She warmly told me to wash my hands and sit down in the living room to enjoy the air conditioning. She even brought me fruit and tea, being quite hospitable. I didn't think anything of it. Then, the older woman sat down to chat with me. Once she started talking, she didn't hold back at all. She talked about how adorable my son was, about her son studying abroad, and even about her husband's various affairs. As the conversation progressed, she talked more about her family life, revealing that she was actually quite unhappy, missing her son and having some complaints about her husband. At the same time, she also praised my family life and expressed envy for my wife. Towards the end, her expression became somewhat unusual. Her gaze was fixed on me, making me uneasy. I considered ending the conversation and suggested going downstairs. At that moment, she reached out and grabbed my hand, wanting me to talk to her a little longer. She almost forcefully pressed me down onto the sofa, sitting even closer. Her hand never left my body, stroking me—sometimes on my arm, sometimes on my leg, and then leaning against me.
Frankly, the woman's clothes that day were very casual; loose casual clothes and shorts hung on her bulky body. Perhaps due to her obesity, her breasts were noticeably larger than average, their outline very prominent. In my dazed state, I don't know when, she had pressed her entire body against mine, her hands pressing against the inside of my thighs, her large breasts pressed firmly against my naked upper body, feeling soft and yielding. Her eyes were fixed on me with an even more ambiguous gaze; from her eyes and expression, she was clearly in a state of arousal. At this moment, I was even more conflicted. On one hand, there were the neighbors upstairs and downstairs; on the other hand, I had my beloved wife, who was much younger and prettier than her. With her age of over fifty and her obese, bloated body, I thought there was no way she could be more attractive than my wife. Reason told me that I couldn't take things any further with her and should leave her house immediately. Just then, her movements became more and more intense. She was constantly stroking my penis, and my unruly little penis was actually being made to stand erect like a flagpole, brimming with rage. At this point, my penis was completely under her control; she had completely pulled it out and exposed it in front of her. She said she liked it very much, that it was almost twice the size of her husband's.
At that moment, before I could resist, she opened her mouth and took my entire penis into her mouth, fulfilling something I had always hoped my wife would do for me but had never had the chance to. The feeling was incredible. I had only read about how stimulating oral sex was in books, but when it actually happened, it was truly extraordinary, far better than vaginal penetration. She rubbed her long, golden tongue against the head of my penis, sending wave after wave of pleasure through my shaft, making me incredibly excited. If I had felt a little guilty before, I had no intention of stopping; instead, I became even more proactive. I stood up, took off my already loose-fitting shorts and underwear, and stood completely naked in front of her, thrusting violently into her mouth. At the same time, she continued to undress, and in a short while, her plump, white body was fully revealed before me.
My God, her breasts were enormous, probably twice the size of my wife's. For her age, they were still so firm and erect, with thick, long nipples that felt incredibly elastic and stimulating when I squeezed them. As I was engrossed in playing with her breasts, one of her hands guided my right hand to her entrance. Touching her genitals, I found her lower body a vast expanse of wetness, even the sofa was sticky with it. At the same time, I slipped a finger into her vagina. Although there was plenty of lubrication, her passageway was still quite narrow, and she was still tense once inside. Meanwhile, my penis was thrusting wildly in and out of her mouth, and my hands weren't idle either, digging and probing violently inside her vagina, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow, sometimes pinching her clitoris, sometimes thrusting straight in, slamming against her inner walls.
Under the combined assault from both above and below, she was clearly struggling to resist, uttering incomprehensible sounds as her body collapsed onto the sofa, legs raised, vulva wide open, eagerly awaiting the visit of my large penis. Suddenly, she threw away my penis, grabbed it, and shoved it into her opening. Of course, I wouldn't miss such an opportunity, leaping deep inside her. She cried out, exclaiming how incredibly pleasurable it was. She pulled her legs up with her hands, her buttocks and vaginal opening directly aligned with my penis, coordinating with my thrusting. I controlled the rhythm, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, pumping in and out of her vagina. My hands, of course, weren't idle. While thrusting, my hands remained firmly on her breasts, gripping them tightly, sometimes tugging at her already long and large breasts, sometimes pinching and rubbing her nipples, sometimes lowering my head to suckle them, eliciting cries that were hard to decipher—a mixture of pain and pleasure! After about 40 minutes, my penis was tightly gripped by her vagina, and I was starting to feel the strain. At that point, I didn't care if she could take it anymore. I lifted her buttocks high and thrust vertically downwards, her head against the sofa cushion. The frequency, force, and depth of my thrusts were significantly more intense than before, and her vagina gripped my penis even tighter. After dozens of thrusts, I couldn't control myself any longer. Like a burst dam, my semen gushed out, filling her entire vagina. The sounds of our vagina and penis rubbing together, the sound of my release, her wanton moans, and my roar as I ejaculated all echoed in the living room.
The battle was over. She collapsed completely onto the sofa, unable to move, but her wanton moans continued. I, like a wounded lamb, leaned against the other end of the sofa, unwilling to move again. After a standoff of about half an hour, her characteristic feminine gentleness surfaced. She got up and began cleaning up the mess: first, she wiped me down with a damp towel, then helped me lie down on her and her husband's large leather bed, all the while kissing and licking my semi-erect penis again. A little while later, she brought me milk and various imported fruits, and nestled close to my side, personally feeding me bite by bite, saying gratefully, "Thank you for your hard work, let me nourish myself." After we finished eating, she lay down beside me again, holding me tightly and stroking me like a mother caressing her son, making me feel incredibly warm!
We hugged and cuddled together, and soon I fell asleep as if I were in my mother's arms. After resting for about an hour, in my hazy state, I felt someone playing with my penis. I opened my eyes and, of course, it wasn't anyone else. It was her again, licking my penis, my entire genitals, and even my anus. My mischievous little penis, whether from not being exhausted or from the nourishment she had given me, was now fully erect and pointing straight at her! I heard her say, "My darling, you're so amazing, let's continue!" Before I could react, she had already climbed onto my lying body, facing me, and inserted her penis in a sitting position. This time, I felt something different from when I inserted it into her vagina; the hole was tighter and deeper. I looked closely and realized that this time it was her anus. So I immediately said, "Wrong place, I've got your asshole." She wasn't surprised at all; instead, she lewdly laughed and said, "Don't you like it?" I finally understood that this was her intentional arrangement! She was thrusting up and down on top of me, caressing her swollen breasts with both hands, her eyes half-closed, moaning softly, clearly enjoying herself! Her large breasts bounced in the air with each thrust, making me worry they might fall off! I stared wide-eyed at her blissful expression, which moved me deeply. Instinctively, my hands reached for her vulva and began to stimulate her vagina. Perhaps because she was sitting on top of me, my hands sometimes couldn't keep up with the rhythm, and my two fingers would often slip out, making it less stimulating for her. Then, she casually took out a large dildo from her bedside table, about the same size as mine, but with some textured bumps on it.
To be honest, I'd seen pictures of dildos online before, but seeing one for the first time was quite a novelty. So I snatched it and examined it closely. It felt rather fake, nothing like a real penis. Psychologically, it felt like just a toy, not a substitute for sex, especially for a man like me with a relatively large penis and a strong sex drive. Using it in front of me felt like a denial of my sexual abilities, an insult! But then I thought, since it's a sex game, and my penis wasn't idle—it was still fucking her anus—and she liked the feeling of being penetrated from both ends, I should grant her that wish.
So without hesitation, I thrust it forcefully into her vagina. Since I had never used this before and had no experience, I assumed I would do it like I did with her, pushing hard towards the opening. Oops, I think I hit the very bottom this time. I heard her scream, saying it hurts so much! At the same time, I looked closely and saw that the entire dildo was completely inside. Of course she was in pain! And my own penis, which was inserted into her anus, also felt the impact of a foreign object from the front. I realized that I had used it improperly and gone too deep. I immediately adjusted the force and depth, thrusting in and out continuously, trying to coordinate with her rhythm. With this coordinated thrusting, I quickly brought her to orgasm. She kept moaning and crying out, and her vagina, like a clear spring from a rock crevice, kept flowing with her vaginal fluid, dripping onto my lower abdomen, making my entire lower belly wet.
After nearly an hour, her second orgasm seemed imminent. I myself was also starting to feel the strain from her tightly gripped anus, and I was about to ejaculate too! I couldn't help but shout, telling her to go faster, to thrust even faster. At the same time, I increased the speed and depth of my attack on her vagina, launching fierce assaults on her very bottom. At this moment, I don't know if it was from the pain or the excitement, but her cries were released wildly, and her hands could no longer hold her breasts, letting them dance naturally in the air. Looking at her breasts tossed in mid-air, the white orbs and rosy nipples, it was truly intoxicating! After I finished my violent ejaculation, she was completely exhausted. I didn't even have time to take the dildo out before she suddenly collapsed on the bed, panting heavily, muttering something I couldn't understand and didn't want to understand.
It was almost 5 p.m., and our nearly 5-hour sexual activity was about to come to an end. So I said that my family would be back soon and I had to go downstairs. She reluctantly agreed, and so we both got up and looked around for clothes to wear. As I dressed and prepared to go downstairs to go home, she rushed over, hugged me tightly, and kissed me passionately. Her hands, unable to forget her favorite thing—she once again gripped my already erect penis tightly, bidding it farewell. Suddenly, she knelt before me, took my large penis into her mouth, and began sucking it intensely again. Her hands, like snakes, roamed all over my body, kneading my nipples and scrotum. Whether it was eagerness to go home, excessive stimulation, or her exceptional oral skills, this time I broke my record by only lasting 20 minutes. I held her head tightly, almost plunging my entire penis deep into her mouth, ejaculating profusely into her mouth. She swallowed it all with great enjoyment, and even licked my entire genitals clean, worried that my wife would discover any trace of it when we got home!…

[The End]

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