My first single life

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After the first threesome, I became completely hooked on the game and was always online, looking forward to the second and third time.
And that day really did come.
Meeting her was by chance, and I don't even know why I succeeded; perhaps it really was fate.
Actually, I had added her on QQ a long time ago, but I always thought she wasn't the kind of person I was looking for. But what happened later proved that you really can't judge a book by its cover.
At that time, I was a senior in college, and the semester was almost over. Friends who have been to college should know that at this time, people are basically just passing the time. Their studies are basically over, and they have basically secured jobs before the end of the year. After studying hard for more than 10 years, it was really time to relax. That's when I met her.
I couldn't find anyone to chat with that day, so I messaged her when I saw she was there. We chatted for a while, then exchanged phone numbers, and she actually called me first.
On the phone, we hit it off immediately and agreed to meet up sometime. Even after hanging up, I couldn't contain my excitement. It seemed like my luck was about to change again, and I looked forward to that day.
The next day, I waited for her online early, but she didn't arrive until noon. After chatting, I learned that she was a primary school teacher and had to teach classes.
After logging off, I ate a quick boxed lunch. I think everyone can relate. People who spend a lot of time online in college often don't eat regularly. They usually only eat when they're starving, and even when they do eat, they try to save time. I usually just go out and buy a boxed lunch, then eat it haphazardly in front of the computer.
I had nothing to do in the afternoon, so I wandered aimlessly online, inevitably visiting porn sites. Looking at the pictures made my penis swell, but thinking about what might happen that night, I couldn't bring myself to take care of it, so I endured it all afternoon.
I wasted the afternoon idly, without finding any new targets. Around 5:30, my long-awaited phone finally rang. It was her. I answered excitedly. The call was simple: discussing where to meet. It turned out she was going to wait for me at the entertainment center.
It was another short but incredibly long wait. About 20 minutes later, my phone beeped with a text message. It was from her: "Entertainment center, 1st floor, room 105, come right in."
I jumped up quickly, went out the door and hailed a taxi. The driver drove around in circles for a while, and we arrived in no time. I cursed myself inwardly, thinking that I had wasted my four years of college. I didn't even know there was such a great place so close to the school, and who knew that something like what I was about to experience would happen here?
Upon arriving at the entertainment center, the doorman readily opened the car door for me. After paying the fare, I nervously glanced left and right, making sure no one I knew was there. Then, I rushed into the entertainment center. When a staff member asked me questions, I simply replied, "I've booked a room." The staff member, understanding the situation, automatically stepped aside. I quickly found room 105. At the door, I hesitated. Should I knock? What would this woman, more than ten years older than me, be like? Finally, I steeled myself. No matter what, I couldn't let this trip be in vain. So, I pushed the door open and went in.
What came into my view was a small couple's private room. The sofa was very wide and large (because this would be the platform for my passion, so I was being careful, haha). There was a small coffee table, a color TV, a sound system, and other equipment that are required in a KTV. A middle-aged woman was sitting on the sofa, looking at the song selection book. She probably sensed someone pushing the door open and suddenly looked up. Our eyes met, and I saw shyness, anticipation, and longing.
There was a brief moment of awkwardness, but I quickly broke it. She turned the volume up a bit. I also took the opportunity to get a closer look at the woman.
Judging from her appearance, she seemed to be a conservative woman. Although it was the dead of winter outside, the private room was very warm, and I felt very hot as soon as I entered. However, she was still wearing a coat, so I couldn't see her figure. But she looked to be about 160cm tall, with a slightly plump figure, an oval face, and very fair skin. If you looked closely, you could see faint wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, so she might be more than 40 years old. She wore thin-rimmed glasses, which made her look very elegant. I don't know if it was intentional, but she had a light lipstick on her lips and was fiddling with the remote control with her head down.
After a while, I helped her take off her coat. Underneath, she was wearing a black, fitted wool sweater. Because it was a bit tight, her waist didn't look very thick; instead, it accentuated her large breasts. While unbuttoning it, I deliberately touched her breasts. They were soft and elastic. She didn't react much, which emboldened me. I put her coat aside, took off my own, and then whispered in her ear:
"Don't be shy, we've all been there, it's really just like that."
"I know, but I really didn't..."
During our conversation, I slipped my hand inside her sweater, and to my surprise, she wasn't wearing a bra. I was incredibly excited. It seemed she was genuinely hoping something would happen tonight. I pulled her sweater up a bit, trying to take it off for her, but she pressed my hand down. Her hands were so soft, so tender, so white—the kind of hands a teacher holds chalk all day.
I took off her sweater and loosened her belt as well. I pulled her pants and wool trousers down to her calves, and she laughed, saying, "You're so annoying!" I didn't care anymore. She was wearing boots, so I helped her take them off as well so I could get her pants off completely. Then she took off her coat. She was probably a little cold, because her legs were very cold, and I kept rubbing her legs with my hands. For safety, she put her boots back on, so that even if someone came in, she could pull her coat down to cover her legs, and with her boots underneath, she wouldn't be discovered to be naked.
When everything was ready, my desire was already swelling uncontrollably, but I proceeded step by step. She leaned back on the wide sofa, and I kneaded her breasts with one hand, then rubbed them against the inside of her thighs. By this time, she was already in the mood, her eyes closed, enjoying everything I was giving her. I believe that friends who have been with mature women know that their breasts are generally softer, and some may sag. However, some women take good care of themselves, such as wearing a bra immediately after childbirth and exercising regularly, so their breasts may recover a little, but they will never be as firm and perky as a young girl's, but they are very soft, like two water-filled balloons, and hers could be described as two large balloons. Her nipples weren't big. Women who have just finished breastfeeding or are still breastfeeding usually have large nipples, but hers clearly hadn't been sucked in a long time; they weren't as big as I'd imagined. Her areolas were also dark red, almost black, due to her age. I gently took one of her nipples into my mouth, and she trembled noticeably, letting out a low moan, "Ah." I told her, "If you're enjoying it, just moan. I love hearing women moan." She was already intoxicated by the teasing of my mouth and tongue, obediently replying, "Mmm, okay, hurry up, I'm so uncomfortable, I want you." "Don't rush, wait until you're soaking wet," I said, slipping my hand inside her panties. There wasn't much pubic hair, so I could directly touch her thick labia majora. They were wet, getting my hand wet. I said, "You're so horny, you're wet so quickly." "Don't you men all like horny women?" I said, "Yeah, I like it."
I gently inserted my middle finger. Her vaginal opening was already open with excitement. Mature women are indeed better; it went in smoothly. It was warm and moist inside. Although she wasn't young, it wasn't loose, probably because her husband was often away and she had no one to do it with. Because of her underwear, I couldn't go very deep. I pulled her underwear down a little, and she softly said, "Take it off." I felt another surge of excitement. She had let go. I pulled her underwear down and placed it on the sofa. She grabbed it and stuffed it into her coat pocket. She was really cautious. I had to be careful too. I got up and quietly locked the door from the inside, so anyone coming in would have to knock. After finishing these things, I felt relieved. When I returned to her, I loosened my belt, and she sat up straight and helped me pull down my pants. I first pulled my pants and thermal underwear down to my calves, so that my penis was right in front of her face. She pressed her face against the front of my underwear, feeling my hardness. She raised her hand and helped me pull my underwear down, and my penis was fully exposed in front of her. Exposing myself in front of a mature woman gave me a special kind of urge. The most primal urge of a man surged within me, as if searching for an outlet to release it to my heart's content.
She grabbed it, hard and erect in front of her. She held my long penis with her almost petite wrist and gently stroked it. Slowly, my penis flipped down, and my glans was exposed. I didn't do much. It was pink there. Her breathing quickened. I encouraged her: Want to eat it?
"Um"
"Put it in your mouth."
She opened her mouth and gently swallowed, a moist, warm sensation spreading throughout my body from that spot. My body trembled involuntarily, and I arched back. At that moment, I felt like I was about to faint. I couldn't help but groan.
I took the opportunity to sit to her left. She leaned down, opened her mouth, and bit my penis, sucking it from top to bottom as if enjoying a delicious meal. Her absorbed expression gave me immense satisfaction. I wrapped my right arm around her waist, kneading her breasts from the right side, while my left hand slipped inside her coat, exploring her pubic area. Perhaps because of childbirth, she didn't have much pubic hair, just a light sparse area, practically a "white tiger." Her thick vulva felt soft and elastic to the touch. Gently probing into the valley, I found it already overflowing with moisture. I slowly rotated my fingers, occasionally flicking them. Each time I stimulated her, she would make muffled "mmm" sounds with my penis in her mouth. I knew this pleased her, so I penetrated even deeper. Encouraged by me, her movements became noticeably more unrestrained, her head moving rapidly up and down, and the pleasure quickly traveled through her spinal nerves to my brain. I groaned and shouted loudly. The music in the private room was loud enough to mask our frenzy. When people go crazy to a certain extent, their movements become distorted. That was the case for me at that moment. My hands unconsciously tightened, and my middle fingers on both sides turned into three fingers. As if guided by my actions, she devoured my passion even more frantically. After nearly 20 minutes of madness, my desire gushed out, and I couldn't help but withdraw my hands and press her head onto my body. She tried to resist and pull away, but it was too late.
It seems she really is doing this for men. She turned her head and spat out the white liquid, while I watched with satisfaction as she rinsed her mouth, wiped her mouth, and then drank water to calm herself down.

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