Unsatisfied widow

After my husband passed away from liver cancer, I, 　　a widow with unfulfilled desires , was extremely depressed for a period of time. My life felt empty
, lonely, and lifeless. However, to care for my widowed mother-in-law, who had lived there for many years, and my two children, I had to force
myself to stay and support the family, preventing it from collapsing. Fortunately, the property and house left by my husband were enough to
feed my mother-in-law, children, and me for the rest of our lives .
My two children, my daughter in her second year of high school and my son in his third year of junior high, are quite well-
behaved and have good grades, so they don't cause me much worry.
During the day, I'm busy with housework. After dinner, I chat with my mother-in-law and children, listen to my son and
daughter recount their school stories—not important ones—and watch TV,
which helps me pass the time.
But every night, when I lie alone in bed, waking up in the middle of the night to see
the beautiful while I am alone in the cold, empty bed, suffering from insomnia, how can I remain unmoved?
Moreover, I am now forty, the age of no longer being confused, a time when, in terms of a woman's sexual desire, it is a time of
ravenous , insatiable, and fiercely greedy desire. And I am healthy, plump and mature, without illness
or pain. Every night I toss and turn, unable to sleep, feeling a strong desire within me that is increasingly difficult
to suppress and control.
Sometimes, in my hazy dreams, I have the illusion that my husband is sleeping beside me, and we
are making love naked, a hazy, dreamlike vision, both real and unreal, penetrating to my very core. But when I wake up, the dream vanishes
, and I open my sleepy eyes, feeling weak and powerless, my lower body wet.
Recalling the scene in my dream breaks my heart, and tears stream down my face. In this helpless and unbearable
situation, I can only resort to masturbation to temporarily relieve the unsatisfied "satisfaction."
But fingers are, after all, thin and short, unable to satisfy hunger or thirst. The pain is something that
outsiders cannot understand. Only those who have lost their spouse and become widows can truly understand and empathize with
this pain.
Although masturbation is a basic human instinct, done by men, women, young and old, I always feel that doing it alone
in secret afterward is too sad. If my husband were still alive, I could
derive endless pleasure and ecstasy from his thick penis.
Therefore, I often fantasize about my husband's thick, large penis being inserted
deep , thrusting, pumping, and pounding, ideally tearing, breaking, and piercing my vagina to
quench my thirst, relieve my itch, and satisfy my hunger and thirst.
If I don't masturbate, the pent-up desire in my heart makes my whole body feel like it's on fire,
keeping me awake all night. Although masturbating with my fingers doesn't satisfy my physical desires and is quite
shameful and pathetic, I always fantasize that my fingers are a man's thick, long, and huge penis,
inserted into my wet, empty hole... to relieve myself.
Sometimes, when the desire is unbearable, I really want to run into the street, regardless of age,
handsomeness, or profession, as long as he's a man, it doesn't matter, as long as his big
penis can give me intense stimulation and satisfy my carnal desires.
Day after day, life passed by in such ordinariness. In the blink of an eye, my husband's first anniversary of death had arrived, and
the whole family was busy holding memorial services for him to remember him.
It's been a year, or rather, two years since I've enjoyed intimacy. My husband was diagnosed with liver cancer and
passed away after just over ten months of hospitalization.
Although I often had sexual desires at the time, my worry for my husband's condition outweighed my need for sexual
comfort ; thus, my desires naturally diminished. His passing inevitably left me
grieving and depressed for a long period.
Counting the years, it's been almost two years without the comfort of a man! It's truly pitiful; I have
n't tasted . All that pent-up energy and desire has left me wondering how to release
it.
I can no longer bear to spend my life alone in this empty house, enduring such cold, lonely, and unbearable years, wasting my life
!
There's a saying: "Death is death, and all is well." I've been a widow for almost two years now, and
I've done right by him. I can't keep suffering this torment of sexual frustration, sinking into a deep abyss of pain, without any enjoyment!
What's the point of living then? Besides,
I'm not old, and I'm still beautiful, just over forty. Men often say, "A woman at
forty a flower in full bloom," especially with her full and sexy figure, her physical and mental maturity, like a blooming flower that everyone
wants to pluck, nurture, and admire in a greenhouse—truly pleasing to the eye and endlessly pleasurable. I can't take it
anymore. I've made up my mind to "hunt" a man to relieve my sexual frustration. My
ideal target is a young, strong man.
Because I'm not looking for a partner to remarry, I don't need to find middle-aged or older single men; my goal is simply
physical satisfaction, so of course I want a young, strong man! They were all fearless young
warriors, only those who could afford to play would find it exciting, thrilling, and satisfying. Spending a small amount of money on them would
bring immense pleasure.
So, I first rented an apartment as my battleground and began my "hunting" operation. My first
thought was that public places were the easiest places to succeed.
Taipei has a large population and congested traffic; men and women inevitably rub shoulders in public places,
especially on buses, where jostling and bumping are commonplace. Therefore,
incidents of perverted men harassing women are frequent.
Young men, in particular, are hot-blooded and easily aroused; the mere touch of a woman's ample buttocks
can cause them to become erect, their tongues lolling out, and their minds filled with fantasies.
I targeted this, choosing to "hunt" young boys and men on buses, especially
during hour and school hours when they are most crowded.
It was summer, and I was wearing a black half-cup bra, a black sheer thong
, and a light yellow low-cut dress. I lightly sprayed on some expensive perfume, dressed to the nines, and
headed out.
I randomly boarded a bus, and after several stops, it became increasingly crowded. Suddenly, I felt...
Something hard and hot was pressing against my buttocks. It wasn't pressing against the outside of my skirt,
but rather it had lifted the hem of my skirt and was pressing against my thin thong.
Another hand was also inside my skirt, caressing my large buttocks. I was being rubbed and bumped
until my whole body felt numb and itchy, and my vaginal fluids flowed freely. Without
showing any emotion, I reached back and grabbed, and sure enough, I grabbed a huge, hot, thick, long, iron-rod-like
penis. I was startled, but I gently stroked it and turned back to give its owner a charming
smile, while also checking who this guy was, daring to brandish his weapon in a public place and boldly
harass a woman.
What I saw filled me with both surprise and joy. I was delighted to find that he was a tall, handsome, and dashing high school
student . What shocked me was his audacity. He dared to flirt with me, a woman old enough to be his mother, on the bus
, exposing himself completely. He was truly "lustful beyond measure"!
Seeing my alluring smile, he showed no anger, which flattered him. He returned my smile,
looking both happy and intoxicated, his chest pressed tightly against my back, thoroughly enjoying himself.
I touched, rubbed, and manipulated it for a while, but I couldn't resist any longer. I secretly pulled my
panties to the side, arched my plump buttocks, grasped his large penis, aimed it at my small, fleshy opening, and
with a gentle pull, he understood my intention. He thrust his hips forward, and his entire penis disappeared in.
"Ah!" Two years! My penis, dormant for two years, finally tasted its fullness on this
young boy, and it was
happening .
"Wow! My God!" I couldn't help but think to myself. I was just shocked by this young man's audacity
, but now I was even bolder and more reckless than him.
I wondered
This young man's penis was not only thick and long, but the glans
was as big as a three- or four-year-old's fist.
Because I hadn't been with a man's penis in so long, when he thrust and
collided forcefully with the jolts and vibrations of the bus, I couldn't help but sway my plump buttocks to meet him. Every time he thrust hard,
I trembled all over, especially my cervix, which felt incredibly good from the collision and friction of his large glans. If we weren't on
a bus , I would definitely be moaning and groaning!
This was truly a novel and exciting, bold and tense, wonderful and unparalleled, unique
and real sexual journey.
I don't know how much time passed, because... I was so overwhelmed by the fearless, energetic thrusts of this young
boy that my bones were weak and my muscles were limp, I was dizzy and disoriented, and I was in a state of ecstasy!
I lost all sense of time and everything else .
Suddenly, the boy's large penis swelled up inside my little hole, and I knew he was about to reach his climax.
Sure enough , he thrust several times in a row and ejaculated profusely.
"Ah! So beautiful!" I was so overwhelmed by his hot and thick semen that my soul almost left my body. It was so
beautiful.
"Sigh!" Two years! Two long-awaited years! Those more than seven hundred days, not short but empty and bitter,
those more than seven hundred nights, not short but filled with lonely nights and unbearable thirst, have finally given this
flower the nourishment and water of sweet rain, allowing it to slowly face the rising sun again and be reborn
.
This is the first strange sexual experience I've ever had in my forty-one years of life.
On one hand, I've seen many imported Japanese videos, some of which depicted scenes on the subway
during rush hour, and now a similar situation has actually happened to me.
On the other hand I was out "hunting" for a man to satisfy my sexual desires.
First, his appearance and physique were good.
Second, although he was only eighteen or nineteen, his penis was thick, long, and large; when I touched it
, it was hard and hot, indicating it was a good penis.
Third, I never expected him to be so audacious, disregarding the other passengers and forcefully thrusting into my vagina.
Because his appearance, physique, and penis were all very attractive, and I also wanted to verify
whether the scenes in those videos were real or fabricated, based on these various psychological factors, that's why that unbelievable, audacious, and absurd "sexual journey" on
the bus .
Before we knew it, the bus had reached its final stop. We snapped out of our daze and hurriedly straightened our clothes
as we got off. Looking at the terminal sign, we realized we were at "Muzha"! No wonder the bus ride took almost
an hour.
Afraid he would leave me, I held his hand tightly. Once all the other passengers had disembarked, I quickly asked
, "Little brother! Do you live in Muzha?"
"Yes, Auntie!" he said timidly.
"Won't your parents scold you if you go home late?"
"No, sometimes I stay at my classmates' houses. My dad knows that, but he won't scold me."
"What about your mother? Doesn't she care about you?"
"My mother died when I was a little over one year old."
"Oh! Let's find a restaurant to have dinner first. I have something to ask you."
"Auntie! Was it just now…?"
He was, after all, an eighteen or nineteen-year-old boy, yet he dared to be so aroused and impulsive on the bus, recklessly
seeking out targets to release his lust.
"Little brother! Don't be afraid! What happened earlier is all in the past. Auntie won't blame you. Auntie likes
you a lot, so I have a lot to ask you. Do you like Auntie?"
"Of course I like Auntie! Otherwise, why would I choose
you out of all the women on the bus?"
We talked as we walked.
"That's strange! Auntie is almost an old lady, why did you choose me?"
"When I boarded the bus at Taipei Station, I saw that although you are a bit older, you are very
beautiful and charming, with smooth and fair skin. Especially your two large and full breasts are so attractive. And your
buttocks are so plump, thick, round and big, which makes me even more excited.
So after boarding the bus, I always stood behind you, enjoying the feeling of your plump buttocks touching my big glans.
I never thought that you would be so generous as to let me into your paradise. It was truly intoxicating.
" How could I not like a woman with such a sense of fun?"
"You still have the nerve to say that! You're too bold. What if I scream? What if
the police call you and arrest you?"
"Auntie! That's no problem. Most women are shy and timid. They'll only endure it for ten minutes at most before
getting off the bus . Even if you scream, I'm not afraid of being arrested by the police. As long as you don't expose your private parts, a scolding
will be fine."
I chatted with him for a while and then we went into a small restaurant for dinner. I asked him his name, the school he attended
, and his family situation to learn more about him.
"Auntie! My name is Hu Zhijie, I'm nineteen years old, and I'm a third-year student at ×× High School of Technology. My mother
died when I was a little over one year old. My father is a road maintenance worker. I have an older brother, two years older than me, named
Hu Zhihao , who is currently serving in the military. My family situation is that simple."
"How many years have you lived in Muzha District? Is your house nice?"
"I was born and raised in Muzha District. We live in a cramped house. With my father's meager
salary as a road worker, and having to support my brother and me, how could we afford a nice house? Having a place to live is already
a blessing . Who told us to be poor!"
"Zhijie! I ask you, why did you develop such audacious behavior, daring to openly assault
a woman on a bus? Your actions and behavior towards me just now were truly rude and unrestrained. You are
a pervert , a veritable 'sexual maniac'!"
"Auntie! Please don't scold me! You're so beautiful and alluring, it was impossible for me
to resist , so I violated you. Please forgive me, Auntie."
"Alright! I forgive you, but you haven't answered my other question yet!"
"Thank you for forgiving me, Auntie. Actually, my arrogant and audacious behavior was caused by my environment.
It wasn't just me; my brother and the boys in the neighborhood all behaved this way.
We were all from poor families, and our parents didn't have much money for us to spend or have
girlfriends . When we were extremely bored, we would do strange things.
We lived in makeshift houses made of wooden planks and corrugated iron. Some of the planks were rotten, revealing
many gaps. At night, we
boys, just developing and in the throes of puberty, full of youthful vigor and boundless energy, often gathered together to peep at women bathing through the gaps in the planks.
During the day, we hid in public toilets (also made of wooden planks and corrugated iron) to peep at women urinating and defecating. Gradually, we developed
the bad habit , and over time, we became bolder and bolder."
At this point, I interrupted him and asked, "As your audacity grew, did you
do anything inappropriate to those women?"
"No! Because those young ladies and wives all live in the same
area we see each other every morning and evening, and we know each other very well. Even if they wanted to do something improper, they wouldn't dare
to."
"As the saying goes, 'A rabbit doesn't eat the grass near its burrow.' If we wanted to, there are plenty of women we don't know outside, old,
middle-aged, and young—we can choose whatever we want. Why bother with them?"
"No wonder you were so arrogant and bold on the bus earlier. Luckily, I'm brave; if a timid
woman hadn't screamed, she would have been terrified."
"They wouldn't dare scream."
"Why wouldn't they scream after being teased by you?"
"Auntie! You don't understand. Let me tell you frankly! Actually, women are very
clear- Most of the time, when a man touches them, it's not intentional. There are
just too many people on a bus; shoulder to shoulder, back to back, pushing and shoving are inevitable.
Truly upright gentlemen, or men who want to take advantage of women but are too cowardly to do so, would never dare
to touch a woman's buttocks with their genitals. Only a few, like us, hot-blooded and unfulfilled, poor and uneducated
kids, dare to be so arrogant." "Let's get bold.
Although they felt angry and embarrassed, they could only keep their shame and anger to themselves, daring not to show it on
their faces, much less to cry out. If the whole bus knew, wouldn't it be them who would lose face? At most, they could endure it
for a while. After a few stops, when the crowd thinned out and the surrounding environment changed, they would naturally no longer be
harassed by that 'hot stick.'
This is the most effective measure for ordinary women when they are sexually harassed on a bus—a win-win situation
where they can protect themselves and keep it a secret from others."
"This is practically 'appeasement'! No wonder you've grown up so bold and arrogant to openly commit such
indecent acts. You're a vicious little pervert."
"Auntie! Just now on the bus, you not only didn't refuse my advances, but you even cooperated so well. It really
surprised and pleased me. I think you might be a 'female pervert'!"
"Alright! Zhijie! Enough talk. Now come back to Taipei with me. I'll take you to my house, and we
can talk about it there!"
"What do you mean, go to your house? Aren't you afraid your husband and children will find out about us?"
"Silly boy, what's there to be afraid of? Are you just too scared to go?" I teased him on purpose.
"What a joke! I'm a lecherous man, I've never known fear! With my ox-like
strength, even if your husband came to catch me cheating, I could take him down in a few punches and kicks. Why wouldn't I dare to go?
Wouldn't that be betraying your 'beauty's favor'?"
"Good lad! You're really something, Auntie really knew you were right, you're just my type. To be honest,
Auntie is a widow, and the reason I took the bus was to 'hunt' a man to solve my sexual
frustration and hunger. I didn't expect to be entangled with you on my first try. Although you're only nineteen, your big penis
and skills satisfied me greatly.
So just now on the bus, I couldn't help but cooperate with your actions, and we got what we needed and
satisfied . Now I'm taking you to my rented apartment to enjoy a night of lovemaking. Auntie won't treat
you badly, there will definitely be unexpected benefits for you in the future!"
"Thank you, Auntie, I will definitely make Auntie experience unforgettable comfort and satisfaction."
"Don't thank me! I believe you can do it, let's go!"
So I took him to the rented apartment, secretly thinking to myself, this young man is only nineteen years old,
only a year older than my daughter. I could have given birth to him myself, and now I've had a physical relationship with him.
This was truly an absurd yet incredibly romantic affair.
Once in the room, we immediately stripped naked and lay on the bed in a 69 position,
admiring each other's naked bodies. My large, full breasts, with their bright red nipples, were truly
alluring. Zhijie, captivated by the sight, eagerly grabbed my two large, plump breasts, caressing, kneading
, and pinching them.
After playing with them for a while, he took my nipples into his mouth, licking them with his tongue, sucking and nibbling, and gently biting them with
his teeth .
Watching his every move, I couldn't believe this nineteen-year-old boy was so precocious; he really knew how
to seduce women. My large, plump breasts and nipples felt like they were being gnawed by ants—
numb, itchy, sore, and tingly—it was unbearable. Moreover, I hadn't been intimate with a man for two years; how could I possibly
resist his intense flirting techniques!
"Oh! Good Zhijie, stop licking...stop...stop biting...Auntie...ouch..."
"Auntie! Your nipples are so delicious! I want to lick them again, bite them again, and eat them again!"
"Oh...Zhijie...good son...stop licking them...ah...you...bite them gently...Auntie
will feel pain...Auntie...it hurts so much...listen...listen to Auntie...please...stop biting them...
oh...oh..."
Zhijie didn't care how I felt and continued to lick and bite my big, fat breasts and nipples.
Suddenly, he abandoned my large, fleshy breasts, spread my thighs apart with both hands, and stroked my thick,
long hair, kneading my labia majora and minora. Then he inserted his fingers into my vagina, probing and digging, making my
already wet vagina even wetter and slipperier, itching and so uncomfortable.
"Ah... Zhijie... my little darling... stop probing... take your fingers out... take them out...
ah... Auntie... it hurts so much... listen... listen to Auntie... stop probing... Auntie... is about to be
... tortured to death by you... ah... I'm going to cum... cum... ah..."
I was so overwhelmed by his double assault that I cummed twice, almost unable to speak.
"Ah! Auntie! Your vagina is so beautiful, sexy and alluring!" he exclaimed.
"Ugh! Don't look! It's so embarrassing!"
Although I was "hunting" for men to satisfy my desires and fill my emptiness and loneliness, I
was still a respectable woman. Even though I was forty-one years old, this was the first time, apart from my deceased husband,
that I had ever been naked with another man, embracing and flirting with him in bed,
admiring each other.
What's more, the "man" in front of me was a nineteen-year-old boy, not yet an adult—he could be my son
! Yet, I was engaging in the most intimate acts of lovemaking with him,
the blissful sexual experiences, which made me feel a little guilty and ashamed.
But right now, my entire nervous system, my body, and my cells were stimulated to the extreme,
to boiling point. I felt as if my whole body was surrounded by raging flames, burning hot,
parched, breathless, and my heart pounding. I desperately needed a good source of water to extinguish this burning
passion . Forget about being a boy; satisfying my sexual desire was the most important thing.
Zhijie noticed my abdomen was still so flat and smooth, with several light gray stretch
marks—a mark left from pregnancy and childbirth.
Looking further down, he saw a large patch of thick, glossy black pubic hair growing on my high, plump mons pubis. Especially striking were my thick,
fleshy labia majora, so voluptuous and incredibly sexy. My labia minora were pink, and my clitoris, about the size of a peanut,
was a vibrant red, glistening with vaginal fluid. Ah! Wonderful! So beautiful!
"Auntie! How many children have you had?"
"Two. Why do you ask?"
"I was thinking, you're forty-one years old, and even though you've had two children, not only is your figure so
well-maintained, but the color of your little plump vulva is so beautiful, a lovely rosy red, as delicate and
alluring as a young girl's."
"Zhijie! Judging from your tone, it seems you've been with quite a few women, quite experienced!"
"I've been with a few, but not many. I wouldn't dare call myself experienced; I only know a little bit
."
"What? You're only a few years old and you've already been with several women? You say that's not many?! You've become a lecherous wolf at such a young
age ! How many women do you plan to sleep with to be considered a lot, to be satisfied?"
"I'm like Han Xin commanding his troops, the more the merrier. Anyway, there are plenty of women in the world, from twelve
to sixty years old, I can play with them all. 'Older women have their own charm,' 'middle-aged women have their own allure
,' 'younger women have their own allure,' 'younger women have their own deliciousness.' Different ages offer different flavors.
Different constitutions produce different 'tastes' and 'quantities' of secretions.
And from different personalities, one can taste different sexual movements and expressions of pleasure, and hear
different tones of moaning.
Why do men in the world rack their brains, exhaust their minds, and go to great lengths to get a woman,
even spending huge sums of money, just to have a night of pleasure with her? To put it bluntly
, isn't their ultimate goal to see her naked body, whether she's beautiful or sexy, what her
little hole looks like, whether it's pretty, and more importantly, to play with it?" I'll savor her little hole, see
how If it's good, I'll play with it a few more times; if not, I'll say goodbye and
move on to another target.
I'm a man too. Although I don't have tons of money to play with women, I have plenty of assets!
I'm strong, handsome, and young, with natural endowments. Every time I sneak up on a woman, I'm
invincible. Although it's risky, the tension and excitement satisfy my
possessiveness and invasiveness.
The women I conquer don't blame me; they willingly continue
to see me and even give me gifts from time to time. The women I've played with are all infatuated with me.
They say my weapon of war brings them physical and mental pleasure, complete sexual satisfaction.
So I want to play with as many women as possible—women of different ages, physiques, and personalities—to experience all kinds of...
"Different flavors make life worthwhile, Auntie! Tell me, is this enough? Is this satisfactory?"
"Oh dear! How terrifying! Judging from your words and thoughts, who knows how many women will be ruined by you in the future
? You're truly a vicious 'pervert'!"
"This is called 'Jiang Taigong fishing, those who are willing will take the bait,' Auntie! Aren't you also willingly taking the bait?
What be afraid of? I'm not a man-eating tiger, what's there to be afraid of?"
"Although you're not a man-eating tiger, you're still a vicious and cruel pervert!"
"Auntie! You're wrong. Right now, I'm just a 'newborn calf not afraid of tigers,' a young
bull , not a 'pervert' yet! In ten or eight years, that would be more like it."
"You're already a pretty young pervert! In ten or eight years, you'll be
a demon king !"
"Alright, Auntie, who cares if he's a 'pervert' or a 'lustful devil,' it doesn't
matter . Let's play first."
He then lowered his head and began licking my labia majora and minora and clitoris with his tongue. He reached out and touched, kneaded, and
pinched my large breasts and nipples, occasionally sucking on my labia majora and minora with his lips, then biting
and sucking , teasing me and sending a strange pleasure through my entire body.
This was the first time in my life that a man had used his mouth, tongue, and teeth to lick, suck, and bite my vulva. My
deceased husband, although he had a large and thick penis that could satisfy my desires, was a
middle-aged man with a traditional education. All his thoughts and actions retained a
conservative . Every time we had sex, we followed the rules and conventions
, rarely using any fancy techniques.
And I dared not show the slightest unusual behavior, much less any expression or request
! I was terrified that my husband would think I was a promiscuous harlot. This is why
women were so tightly bound by feudal, conservative, traditional, and outdated ideas! Unlike today
's era, which is so free, open, and modern.
Especially the sexual relationship between men and women is as simple as drinking a glass of ice water, "refreshing and
thirst-quenching," just as easy as eating a hamburger: "delicious and satisfying," solving their "
hunger" problem!
Now, I feel like a prisoner who has been imprisoned for more than ten years, only now being released from "prison."
Once I gained freedom and was freed from those taboos of "feudalism, conservatism, outdatedness, and rigidity," it's like
being reborn, truly liberated.
Of course, I must fully enjoy the rest of my life, have fun, try out
those trendy, open, and passionate sex games, and indulge in pleasure to make the most of these
short few decades in this colorful world! If I don't know how to enjoy it properly,
then , and even the King of Hell will scold me!
He used his oral sex skills to give me my first unique and wonderful experience.
When he licked my labia majora and minora, it was a tingling, numb, and itchy sensation; when he gently bit my clitoris, it was
a slight pain; when he sucked and licked my clitoris again, the slight pain disappeared, followed by a piercing,
itchy sensation.
That feeling was truly unforgettable, and it had a
beauty that was indescribable and difficult to put into words, which is what people call "it can only be understood, not explained." I think women who have experienced this feeling
can best understand my feelings and emotions at this moment.
This little boy is truly "precocious for his age," his skills in teasing women are amazing. He's making me feel both incredibly
uncomfortable and incredibly pleasurable. I can't help but sway my body, occasionally thrusting my plump buttocks upwards so that his
tongue can lick deeper and suck harder, making it feel even more comfortable and pleasurable. I moan,
"Oh! You little devil... Auntie's soul... is almost... gone... by you... Good boy... stop
licking... Oh... you... bite lighter... you little devil... you want to hurt me to death... I... Auntie
is going to... go to be... killed by you... Ah... Ah... I... I've come again... Oh... I'm going to die from coming
..."
A gush of vaginal fluid suddenly gushed out from deep within my vagina, my whole body trembled, and he swallowed every
drop .
"Zhijie! You little pervert! Your skills in teasing women are truly... amazing... Auntie
almost died from what you did... You really are... a lustful demon... a woman's nemesis... Auntie is truly impressed by you...
Ah..."
"Auntie! Are you satisfied with my oral sex techniques?"
"Satisfied... extremely satisfied... Auntie has lived most of her life... and this is... the first time I've ever experienced
oral sex ... It's wonderful... so fresh and exciting..."
"Auntie! Tell me exactly what it tasted and felt like!"
"My little darling! That feeling and sensation... Auntie really can't describe it. In short, it's a combination
of five flavors: tingling, numbness, sourness, tingling, and itching. That feeling of being comfortable, tingling, sour, numb, uncomfortable, and
empty Auntie can only understand intuitively, not describe in words. My good son... don't ask me anymore... and don't
tease me anymore... Auntie wants your big cock to quickly go in and relieve my itch... to satisfy my craving... quick..."
At this moment, my heart was pounding and I was panting, my lust was high, I was inexplicably excited, and my mind had reached a trance. I was holding his thick penis
in both hands stroking it, bringing my pink face close to it, rubbing my cheek back and forth against the
big, solid penis that I had dreamed of day and night.
"Wow!" So thick, so long. It's even thicker and longer than my dead husband's. It really lived up to my wish
to go out and ! Measuring it with both hands, the three protruding parts were over eight inches long, too large for a single hand to grasp
, and about two inches thick. Especially the large glans, like a giant mushroom, with prominent ridges and flesh,
thick and glossy purplish-red.
I'm an experienced person, and I understand its essence deeply. If a man's penis is thick-skinned and small-headed,
there's no pleasure to be had, because the small glans doesn't touch the tender flesh around the vaginal walls during penetration, so the woman's
interest won't be high or aroused. But if the penis is thick and long, with a large, angular glans, and thick, fleshy
, it will make a woman feel like she's in heaven, her soul adrift, her flower blooming for you, her juices flowing freely, her body and mind
at ease, completely satisfied, and loving you to the bone.
Because his large glans, with its thick, fleshy ridges, rubbed against the tender flesh around the woman's vaginal walls during penetration, it
fully aroused and excited her, making her mind flutter and immerse her in a sea of desire.
We caressed each other like this for a long, long time, both of us burning with desire,
like arrows on a bowstring, needing to be released immediately to achieve gratification. Only when his hard, thick, and hot penis entered
my petals did the tingling sensation inside my petals temporarily subside.
He began to thrust violently, and with each forceful thrust, my body trembled.
Especially the thick, hard, and hot ridges of his large glans, with each thrust, felt
like a grinding wheel, violently rubbing and scraping against the delicate, slightly wrinkled vaginal walls around my vagina, giving me an unprecedented sweetness
, comfort, and pleasure.
In my heightened excitement, I hugged him tightly, raising my hips to meet his thrusts. I experienced multiple orgasms
, feeling ecstatic and crying tears of joy.
For a long time, I had almost forgotten the pleasure of sex. Earlier on the bus,
when he secretly thrust into me from behind, I had only experienced half the pleasure; now, I had experienced it all.
There's a reason I describe it this way. Because my buttocks are plump and large, when he secretly thrust into my vagina:
First, the bus was too crowded, so I couldn't bend down, and my buttocks couldn't
be raised his long penis to penetrate fully.
Second, under the watchful eyes of others, although both of us desperately needed sexual release,
neither of us dared to show it too obviously or vigorously. Therefore, I only experienced a partial… that
is, the sharp edges of his large glans scraping against the tender flesh inside my vagina, producing only a fleeting pleasure.
The situation is completely different now. Not only is there the intense pleasure of his glans scraping against my skin, but his large glans has also
penetrated my core, powerfully touching my sensitive clitoris with each thrust. The
overwhelming pleasure, like a raging storm, assaults my entire body as if bathed in a blazing fire—so passionate, so
intoxicating , so exquisitely beautiful.
Although we are about the same age as mother and son, during sex, we are truly "mutually
devoted, our hearts in perfect harmony," our coordination flawless. Especially his handsome, tall, and strong physique,
and his powerful, valiant penis that satisfies me completely. And the excessive fullness, giving
me a feeling of bursting, unbearable pain, all combined.
With such a perfect young man, it's impossible not to love him, to not think of him, to want him, to miss
him.
Both were completely absorbed, almost frenzied, their bodies rising and falling in a frenzy, like two starving tigers
and wolves. Once they had caught their prey, how could they not feast to their hearts' content?
This
was the ultimate pleasure in the world, a romantic affair. So, like two wild horses going mad, both of them were working with extra
effort and energy, their spirits soaring, galloping across the plains. A sudden storm raged, and their large penises
pounded . My lust reached its peak, my blood was boiling and burning, and
I enjoyed the intense assault and the ecstatic pleasure of passionate desire. Wave after wave of blissful ecstasy swept me into
a vortex , bringing me to the pinnacle of happiness, almost making me faint!
"Ah...ah...Zhijie...my darling...Auntie feels so good...so happy...
this is the first time I've tasted...this...this...such a good feeling...good son...your big cock head
...it feels so good...every time...it goes...into...my uterus...Auntie...
I'm going to cum again...ah..."
I was in ecstasy, my soul was floating, my vaginal fluids were gushing out, my flower bud
was trembling , my heart was flying! Soaring! As if I had gone to space. I only knew to hold him tightly with my arms and legs,
my fat buttocks were shaking and thrusting desperately to match his powerful thrusts, and I kept screaming and moaning hysterically
.
"Zhijie... my little darling... my one and only... Auntie... I really can't take it anymore... you
... you're so amazing... hurry... hurry up and shoot out your precious nectar... moisten... moisten... Auntie
's little hole... I... I've had enough... I can't take any more... if you keep going... Auntie's life will... will
die in your hands... oh... my good boy... my darling son... ouch... hey..."
Suddenly, a stream of hot, thick semen shot into the depths of my uterus like a machine gun, scalding my whole body
and causing me to convulse and tremble. I cried out: "Ah! It's so wonderful!" I almost suffocated, my whole body
was paralyzed, and I was satisfied.
This was the best taste, the highest pleasure, and the highest enjoyment I had ever tasted in my life, far beyond what
my husband could have achieved when he was alive.
We both reached the climax of desire, feeling relaxed and comfortable. We hugged each other tightly, closed our eyes, and fell asleep.
After resting for a while, we would start the second round of battle.
Everything about the young man's body was truly fascinating and lovable. That night, we made love again and again until
dawn , when we were exhausted and our limbs were too weak to move.
All I wanted was to stay with him, to live together, and to enjoy ourselves every night. I
was willing to support him. So I expressed my feelings to him, and he readily agreed. I was overjoyed!
From then on, I regained the joy and life I had lost. Through Zhijie's introduction, I met
six or seven boys his age. They took turns playing sexual games with me, letting me
experience the sensations of various types of penises.
Generally speaking,
although they were all young men, full of energy,
vigor, and fierce, with a fearless and resilient spirit.
They came to my rented apartment day and night to make love to me wildly and greedily. Sometimes it was
one man and one woman, or two men and one woman, or even three men and one woman, or four men and one woman, or sometimes five men and one woman, all
coming together for a relentless, rotating battle, indulging in unrestrained pleasure and revelry. This gave me unprecedented and unparalleled sensual pleasures, allowing me to
live a life of endless, blissful days and nights—truly a life of "envying not the immortals, but only the loving couples!"
Of course, to ensure that these seven or eight young men from less affluent families could be kept available for my continued enjoyment and to satisfy my desires...
To satisfy my intense sexual desires, secretly giving each of them a small allowance each month is enough to keep them at ease.
Haha! Life is all about pursuing the stimulation of carnal desires, the satisfaction of sexual urges, and the comfort of body and mind—
that's life.
Ah! Life is so short; if we don't cherish and enjoy it, wouldn't we have wasted our time in this
dazzling world ?
My life as a widow is far more colorful, wonderful, and comfortable than when my husband was alive.
I hope all widows can create their own "second spring" like me!

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