Part 3 of my little brother's more than ten years of experience with mature women

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After my trip to Southwest China, the company quickly transferred me back to the Yangtze River Delta region. After a year away, I hadn't chatted with the friends I added before returning, and life felt incredibly boring. Just drifting along, one day, my boss invited me to karaoke in the city. Since I had nothing else to do and no girlfriend to accompany me, I invited a couple of colleagues. Since it was karaoke, it couldn't just be a bunch of guys, so my boss also brought her lover and a female best friend, both under forty.
After enjoying the pleasures of mature women in Southwest China, I became much bolder with women. I hadn't sung many songs before I immediately picked up a glass and went to toast them, even asking for their numbers afterward. I liked this about mature women—they weren't pretentious or affected, and they gave me their contact information without hesitation. But to be honest… Let me tell you about these two mature women first. I like the style of my boss's mistress—she has a good figure, but is a bit dark-skinned. The other one is slightly chubby with very fair skin. If they could exchange their best features, they'd be perfect. Since she's my boss's woman, I obviously couldn't ask for her number, so I got the slightly chubby mature woman's number instead. And I felt like her eyes were shining when she gave me her number; having been through the "baptism of mature women," I instantly picked up on that signal.
The rest is just the process: texting, occasional phone calls, and about a week later, I invited her out. She readily agreed. When I went, one of my roommates was bored, so I brought him along. This guy is a local, about to get married, and spends his days idly in the dorm. We usually go out drinking and eating together, and we're pretty close.
Unexpectedly, when we got there, she brought my boss's mistress too. As soon as we met, my roommate whispered, "Why did you invite such an older woman to meet me?" I felt a little embarrassed, thinking to myself, "I've been with women older than that, it was amazing! You young man wouldn't understand." But he just smiled and said, "It's nothing, I don't know her well and don't know her age," and brushed it off.
This guy said he was old, but when it came to toasting, he was very assertive. I could tell he had his eye on his mistress, and since she was a local, we could communicate fluently in the dialect. Who knew this woman was like a hero, drinking two bottles of rice wine in a row. The slightly plump mature woman didn't drink because she was feeling unwell, but the three of us got completely drunk, shouting that we were going out to sing karaoke. We talked wildly, flirting with each other, and then the mistress said to my buddy, "Who's afraid of who? If you're so capable, go to a hotel." I was dizzy and confused at the time, and I wasn't capable of doing that. I thought it was just drunken talk, so my buddy and I ended up taking a taxi home. I even threw up everywhere when we got back, and the next day my buddy blacked out. When he finally counted the money in his pocket, a lot of cash was missing. I vaguely remember that a few of us went to the supermarket and bought a bunch of stuff, all paid for by the two of us guys. I don't even know what we bought. I thought to myself, "Is this woman faking being drunk? She's pretty cunning."
A few days later, I was feeling really pent up, so I contacted the slightly chubby mature woman again and suggested we go out for karaoke. She said she wanted to bring others, but I immediately told her not to, saying it wouldn't be fun with just a few people and I wouldn't feel comfortable. She understood right away and came right away. We arranged to meet at a karaoke bar. It was here that I had my first time having sex in a public place.
We went to a cheap karaoke bar and got a small private room. The door was impossible to lock, but thankfully there wasn't a small, transparent window. Beer and snacks were served, and after a few drinks, I started getting handsy, touching this and that. She didn't stop me. Seeing an opportunity, I immediately went for it, reaching directly into her bra. Damn, they were really big! No wonder she's slightly chubby; that figure was amazing. Before I could even touch her twice, she'd already slipped her hand into my pants. She was clearly eager; I guess her husband doesn't do much with her. I pulled off her bra and took her nipple in my mouth. She started moaning. The music in the karaoke bar was loud, and I, emboldened by lust, just pulled down my pants. She was wearing a skirt, and I pulled down her underwear, then I lay down on the sofa and penetrated her.
As soon as I entered, wow, she was so wet, even more slippery than a heavy-duty condom. She was kneading her breasts with one hand, sucking on her nipple, and fucking me hard. Less than a minute later, I said I couldn't take it anymore because of the environment; I was too nervous, afraid someone would barge in. She jokingly said, "If you can't take it, just cum." Hearing that, I immediately released my pent-up semen, all the pent-up desire from the past week, and it all came out inside me. I guess I ejaculated too much, because she felt it, touched her buttocks, and said, "You really came? I haven't even had my turn yet." I said, "Yeah, I couldn't hold on any longer, I'm a premature ejaculator." When I pulled out, there was a gush of semen mixed with her vaginal fluid, flowing all over the sofa. She quickly got up, grabbed some tissues to plug her vagina, and ran to the bathroom to relieve herself. A large puddle of liquid remained on the sofa. Luckily, it was a leather sofa; I grabbed a tissue to cover it, but it quickly became soaked—there was so much. It took me ages to wipe it clean.
Suddenly I smelled a foul, fishy odor. It was on my hands. I touched them a few more times, and oh my god, this woman had a gynecological disease; even her vagina smelled terrible. It instantly disgusted me. When she came back, I completely lost interest in having sex again and made an excuse to leave.
I never expected my first experience with a casual encounter to be so awful, especially with this woman. I worried for days about catching some disease from her. I thought that in the future, I should always use condoms with unfamiliar women for safety. I even went to the hospital for a few checkups afterward. Luckily, it was just a gynecological problem, and I was fine. My penis hasn't rotted away all these years, so don't worry, everyone.
Because of the extremely bad experience, I didn't contact this woman anymore. I slowly started searching for other targets on QQ. Summer came, and the weather got hot. After work, I was in my dorm with the air conditioning on, playing on my computer and chatting on QQ when I suddenly got added by a 38-year-old woman. After only a few words, she took the initiative to video chat. I saw her and thought, "Wow, a mature woman, just my type." Because of the low resolution of cameras back then, the view wasn't very clear. Through our conversation, I learned she was from Sichuan, working there, and divorced. Hearing this, I was thrilled if I could get my hands on her. I showered her with sweet talk, and after less than an hour, I suggested I visit her. She smiled slightly and said, half-jokingly. I asked where she was, and she gave me her address. I said I'd take a taxi right away. She smiled and said, "You really want to come?" I said, "Of course!" Soon after, I arrived by taxi.
When I entered, I saw she was petite and short. Since it was summer, she was wearing a short-sleeved white shirt, but her breasts were clearly quite large, prominently displayed, and the neckline hinted at them. Inside was her rented room, with just a bathroom, a bed, and a computer. The room was quite clean. In those days, smartphones weren't common; everyone chatted on computers.
I sat on the bed, eating sunflower seeds and chatting, embellishing my limited experiences from the past few years. She seemed unsuspecting. As it grew dark, she didn't seem to want me to leave, so I figured I was in luck. We started flirting, and she playfully pinched me. I retaliated by pouncing on her, not even thinking to open her collar. She whimpered, saying we were moving too fast, that we couldn't do this. She resisted fiercely, but not in a way that meant she was going to hurt me. I slowly stopped, trying to maintain my gentlemanly image. We chatted for a while longer and agreed to go out the next day.
The next day, a Saturday afternoon, she arrived at the place I'd suggested—an old street by the river. We strolled around, ate snacks, and played all afternoon. For dinner, I took her to a nearby restaurant. After a day of physical intimacy, she wasn't resisting me at all; now we just needed a place to go. I ordered some dishes and some Shaoxing wine. This wine was good; it was sweet and not spicy, but it was very potent when you got drunk. As we ate and drank, she started talking about her husband and began to complain. She talked about how she got divorced and was heartbroken. Gradually, she started drinking more and more. After finishing a bottle, she passed out and slumped on the table. I glanced at her and thought, "Okay, all done." I called a taxi and took her to a nearby hotel. She didn't have her ID card with her when she checked in, so she used mine. But the hotel receptionist didn't say anything, and we went upstairs.
It was so hot. As soon as I got in, I turned on the air conditioner, and she immediately went limp on the bed. I didn't even shower; I just went straight to her. She was completely at my mercy. I took off her sweaty bra, revealing her large breasts, and then pulled down her panties. Remembering our experience at the karaoke bar, I sniffed them—hmm, normal body odor. Still, I found a condom, licked and caressed her nipples for a while, put it on, and went in. Because she was drunk, she didn't have many positions, just moaning. After about ten minutes of thrusting, I ejaculated. I took off the condom, wondering if it was the alcohol or the condom, but it didn't feel as good. Then she got up to shower. It seemed she wasn't too drunk. After showering, she told me to shower too. As we lay clean and refreshed on the bed, my penis got hard again. I rolled over and did some foreplay. When I was about to put on a condom again, she said she didn't need one; she had an IUD. I was delighted. I thrust in—wow, that felt so good! My penis greedily thrust in and out of her vagina, the head gripping her vulva, playing a wanton symphony of intercourse. She, beneath me, moaned incoherently, "So good, so good." That night we made love three times, and the next morning we had another round.
The following weekend, I asked her out again. She said her daughter had come to work in the area and asked me to come pick her up. When I saw her, she was a beautiful, fresh-faced girl. Later, we went to the park. She told her daughter I was a friend; after all, there's an age gap between me and her mother, and her daughter was only 18, so she wouldn't think much of it. During the visit, I noticed her daughter wasn't wary of me either. Looking back now, if I hadn't been transferred to the Northeast a few months later, I might have had the chance to achieve a mother-daughter relationship. Whenever I think about it, I feel quite regretful.
That afternoon, she said a friend was coming to pick us up for a trip. I chuckled, thinking, "What friend?" Turns out, it was a middle-aged man who took the three of us to an ancient town in another county. He was incredibly attentive, covering all our meals, entrance fees, and transportation. He was probably an online friend of hers. I felt so sorry for that man; he was trying to seduce this woman, unaware that I, at such a young age, had already won him over, and now he was even paying for our date. Guys, be careful when you're picking up girls!
That's the end of this episode. The main event is the trip to Northeast China, where various mature women took turns appearing, giving me an incredible experience. It was probably the most concentrated period of my time with mature women.

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