Twenty Years of Sexual Experiences 4-6

Chapter 4
A Sexual Encounter on Valentine's Day Studying away from home was tough, especially the times without sex.
In this era of one-night stands, I relentlessly searched online for someone to vent to. Finally, I found my first one-night stand, with a nineteen-year-old girl whose online name was "Little Stupid." We chatted twice on QQ, and I told her, "Let's meet, I want to have sex with you."
She said, "No."
I wasn't discouraged and chatted with her casually. She wasn't the kind of girl who was very provocative; she spoke calmly and patiently. I could only patiently chat with her. That night at eleven o'clock, I said again, "Tomorrow is Valentine's Day, come over."
She actually agreed.
The next morning, I rushed to a guesthouse near the school and booked a room that cost eighty-five yuan a night. The room was small, without chairs, only a large bed and a toilet/shower, but it was very clean, which suited me perfectly. I bought a rose and put it in a beer bottle next to the TV.
At six o'clock in the evening, she arrived. She was a short girl with an ordinary appearance, slightly chubby, but with a very full chest. Perhaps it had been too long since I'd been with a woman, because just seeing her breasts made me erect; my penis was hard and swollen, quite uncomfortable. I led her straight to the room.
We sat on the edge of the bed watching TV. I asked her some everyday questions, but she didn't say much, only occasionally humming in response. I tried to touch her hand; she neither rejected me nor initiated anything, which made me a little uncomfortable. I thought to myself, "Why did I pay to come here? To chat idly with you!"
I put my arm around her shoulder, but she pushed my hand away and said, "What are you doing..."
She took off her shoes and leaned against the pillow.
I felt this was a hint, so I took off my shoes and lay down next to her.
I touched her breasts through her clothes; they felt full and firm. My heart raced, and my breathing became a little rapid. To be honest, I had never been intimately exposed to such full breasts before.
She stood up, took off her outer clothes, and I took them and hung them on the wall. Underneath, she was wearing a black lace bra and lingerie. Her exposed skin looked fair and smooth, her breasts exceptionally full with a deep cleavage. She took off her bra, and her breasts sprang out, making me feel a little breathless. I swallowed hard, watching her crawl into bed wearing only her underwear.
I quickly took off my clothes too, deliberately doing so in front of her one piece at a time—first my pants, then my shirt—so she could see my erect penis. She watched me silently.
I grasped my erect penis and shook it against her chest. Her cheeks flushed slightly, looking quite adorable in the light.
I lay down beside her, lifted the blanket, and moved closer. My right hand caressed her breasts, enjoying these treasures I'd never experienced before, feeling the fullness of a young girl's breasts. Her areolas were pink, and her nipples were very small, also pink and soft, with an excellent feel. I gently pinched her nipples while occasionally teasing her areolas with my fingertips, patiently arousing her. Although she neither resisted nor responded outwardly, I could feel her desire slowly surging. Her legs twitched slightly, as if she couldn't help but say, "So good."
My penis was fully erect, and I couldn't wait to mount her and thrust into her hard. I silently told myself, "Dude, just a little longer!"
I put one leg over hers, letting her feel the heat and strength of my penis. My hand, which had been caressing her breasts, slowly moved down, stopping at her thick pubic hair. She didn't resist at all, and her eyes became hazy.
My lust surged, and I parted her legs to admire her genitals. Her pubic hair was thick and dark, somewhat coarse, and her mons pubis was full. Could this be what netizens called a "bun-shaped cunt"? I touched her slightly thickened labia; they were clearly wet, but no vaginal fluid had flowed out yet. Her labia were a pale flesh color, and the two full labia were tightly closed, glistening with vaginal fluid. I guessed this girl was already aroused.
I leaned close to her vulva and smelled it. Apart from a faint smell of urine, there was no strange odor, and I couldn't see any unpleasant discharge. It seemed she didn't have much sexual experience. I wanted to touch her clitoris, but she clamped her legs together, preventing me from moving.
I was a little dizzy and cursed myself, "Damn it, what a hypocrite! I came here just to fuck her!"
Without time to look closely, I rolled over and straddled her. She willingly spread her legs, letting me pin her down. I gripped my penis and went straight for her vagina. I rubbed the head of my penis against her labia a few times, and those two fleshy lips enveloped my penis.
She lay on her back, motionless, letting me do as I pleased. With a slight shiver, I penetrated her vagina. Her vagina was warm and lubricated, gripping my penis tightly. I slowly thrust in and stopped, then gently pumped twice, enjoying that indescribable pleasure, wishing I could insert my whole body into her vagina.
A long-dormant surge of lust overwhelmed me, and I lost all control. My thoughts were completely focused on her breasts and my own penis. I didn't want to suppress my urges, so I kneaded her ample breasts with both hands and began thrusting forcefully. I didn't know if she was responding, but I hadn't experienced such stimulating penetration in a long time. Hearing the resounding slapping sounds of flesh colliding, I instantly lost control. In less than five minutes, I ejaculated.
At the moment of ejaculation, I tried to pull out my penis in a daze, but under the intense sexual stimulation, my reaction was a bit slow. Before I could pull it out completely, I ejaculated, some of the semen shooting directly into her vagina, and some spraying onto her pubic hair and labia.
She looked at me with a strange gaze. I could tell she was sexually aroused, but I hadn't enjoyed a woman in a long time. This time, I wasn't going to suppress myself, nor did I intend to just have sex with her once and then let her go. That would be a waste of my eighty yuan room fee. Ejaculating once would relieve some sexual tension, preparing for the next round. I stroked her clitoris with my hand, but she pushed me away, got up, and went into the bathroom. I heard her tear toilet paper to wipe herself, then urinate, and then turn on the tap to wash herself
. She returned to the bed, not looking at me, her eyes fixed on the ceiling, biting her lower lip with her upper teeth. I lay down beside her, groping her breasts and pubic hair, teasing her while gathering my strength, ready for a good time.
More than ten minutes later, I was erect again.
This time, I wasn't nervous. I whispered in her ear, "Can you kiss my penis?"
She shook her head repeatedly.
I asked again, "Then can I kiss your genitals?"
She shook her head again, humming in refusal.
I slid my fingers across her abdomen, freely caressing her genitals. She no longer resisted. My fingertips lightly and heavily stroked her clitoris. Her body, burning with desire, fully stretched out, becoming soft and yielding. Gradually, her face flushed, her breathing became rapid and heavy, and her labia became increasingly wet. I took out my finger, moistened it with the clear fluid, and gently ran it across her lips. She slightly opened her mouth, her eyes half-closed.
I lifted the covers, knelt on her chest, and licked her areolas with my tongue, rubbing her nipples, while my hands continued to tease her genitals.
Her thighs trembled slightly, and she made muffled sounds in her throat. The rhythm of my thrusts gradually slowed, becoming more powerful. Gradually, her body responded, her grip tightened, and she became even wetter, letting out soft moans. I licked her earlobe with my tongue and said, "Baby, can I put it in?"
She nodded, her cheeks flushed, and said, "Mmm."
I was already aroused, so I mounted her, pressed down on her shoulders, took her breasts in my mouth, and sucked hard. My penis found the entrance to her vagina and went all the way in.
I moved in and out of her vagina with ease, sometimes shallow, sometimes deep, rotating, grinding, thrusting straight in, and stabbing
at an angle. I would be gentle for a while, then wildly thrust for a while, the impact of our flesh making a wet, splashing sound. She was completely in character, grabbing her hair with both hands, moaning "Ah...ah...", her buttocks raised, moving in rhythm with my thrusts.
After about ten minutes, I felt I was about to ejaculate, so I stopped and asked her to be on top. She refused, so I flipped her over, making her lie face down on the bed, grabbing her breasts from behind and forcefully thrusting into her from behind, allowing me to penetrate very deeply.
Moreover, watching a woman's plump buttocks being penetrated was particularly stimulating. I couldn't help but pull my hand out and slap her buttocks hard. She let out a soft moan, and her reaction became even stronger. Her moans grew louder, and the tone changed with each thrust of my penis, "Ah... um... ah, ah, ah..."
This lewd moaning gave me a strong urge to have sex with every woman I had. I got up, grabbed her buttocks, and thrust up and down.
After another ten minutes of frantic thrusting, she reached orgasm, crying out and writhing, then suddenly went limp beneath me. I could clearly feel her hot, wet juices hitting the head of my penis and soaking the sheets. I didn't want to suppress myself anymore, so I whispered in her ear, "Fuck! I'm going to shoot inside your cunt!"
She hummed incoherently, and I thrust hard. As my semen shot up to the head of my penis, I pushed a few times with all my might, then pressed her buttocks down, and my penis plunged deep into her vagina, ejaculating with unbridled pleasure.
I lay on her back, panting heavily. She pushed me away, trying to get out of bed, but I held her down. Watching my semen flow from her slightly parted vulva onto the bed felt incredibly good!
She sat up to go to the bathroom, but I pulled her back, trying to kiss her. She shook her head violently, avoiding my lips. I could only kiss her breast, silently cursing, "Slut, hypocrite!"
before letting go.
We showered separately, then snuggled into bed together, and soon I fell asleep.
I woke up early the next morning. She was still asleep. I gently lifted the covers, looking at her naked body. I desperately wanted to have sex with her, but my penis, still limp from ejaculating, betrayed me. I stroked my penis with one hand and touched her breasts and vulva with the other, while she seemed to still be half-asleep.
Soon my penis was erect. While she was fast asleep, I turned her over, spread her legs, rubbed my penis against her labia, and then thrust in hard. She opened her eyes, looking surprised and agitated, and tried to push me away, but I held her down tightly and thrust quickly. She stopped resisting. I held her hips and fucked her with pleasure, watching her breasts sway with my movements. I felt very proud and enjoyed this scene. I fucked her for more than half an hour, and then ejaculated directly into her vagina.
This time, I felt a little tired, and my penis seemed a little numb. She didn't get up to clean up immediately, but quietly lay down with me and fell asleep together.
Around ten o'clock, we got up together, washed up, and left the room and the guesthouse. I paid the bill, and then we went to KFC together. I kept staring at her, but she deliberately avoided me.
We started chatting, talking about her life and her boyfriend. Gradually, she became more talkative. She and her boyfriend were classmates and had been together for two years. They had sex for the first time last year, but the boy was rather thin and inexperienced, with a low sex drive. They usually only met once or twice a month. Others had tried to seduce her, but she hadn't gone. She met a guy online, and he wanted to kiss her within minutes of meeting her. She refused, and the male college student got angry, hugged her, and kissed her. She ran away angrily.
I asked her why she met me and even had sex with me. She said, "I don't know."
I asked her, "Can we meet again?"
She didn't answer, nodded after a long pause, and then said, "I have to go."
I didn't force her and got up to see her to the station.
That was Valentine's Day 2003, my first one-night stand.
Chapter 5 A Late Spring Afternoon
After my sexual experience with Xiao Benben, my sexual desire was like dumplings boiling in a pot, constantly churning and surging. I went online every day, like a hungry wolf searching for targets in various chat rooms, most often visiting Sina's chat rooms. I patiently chatted with netizens who might be women, and finally, one day in mid-April, I met a 36-year-old woman surnamed Yang. I told her directly that I wanted to have sex with her.
She readily agreed, and we immediately arranged to meet an hour later. Her voice sounded very gentle on the phone, filling me with anticipation.
I thought, this must be the kind of "good girl" that netizens talk about, so I still didn't plan to use a condom, just wanting to fully enjoy the physical pleasure. I
initially wanted to find a room at the same guesthouse as last time, but after a moment's hesitation, I decided to change locations. I remembered there was a military guesthouse west of the school, which would be much safer. So I called her to tell her the meeting place and rushed there.
Upon entering the guesthouse, I immediately sensed something different. The lobby was clean and impressive. Although the price was a bit high, the hourly rate was very cheap, only 30 yuan per hour. I booked a double room for two hours, paid 200 yuan for the room and deposit, and headed straight to my room on the third floor.
The room wasn't large, but the layout and interior were decent. There was a large double bed, no chairs, and a small bathroom near the entrance, with a showerhead at the far end. Although it was a bit cramped, it was safe—what policeman would dare raid a military guesthouse? I checked my watch; there was still half an hour until the appointed time. I turned on the air conditioner to low heat, lay down, and closed my eyes to rest.
During the anxious wait, the appointed time arrived, and she called. I told her the address, and she said she would come herself and didn't need me to come down. At this point, I couldn't help but feel nervous, constantly wondering what she looked like. Would she be an extremely ugly woman? Thinking this, I took a deep breath and thought: Who cares? I'm only after sex; at worst, I'll just close my eyes, have my way, and leave.
Just then, the soft clatter of high heels echoed down the hallway, stopping in front of my door. I almost jumped up, flung open the door, and stood a slender woman with long, flowing hair, wearing a pale yellow short-sleeved top and a tight skirt. Her breasts weren't particularly large, but they were well-shaped and appeared quite proportionate. Her face wasn't stunning, but she possessed a unique, mature charm, and my heart immediately settled.
"Aren't you going to invite me in?"
she asked with a smile. I awkwardly stepped aside to let her in.
This was Sister Yang.
She glanced around the room after entering, then naturally sat down on the edge of the bed. I, on the other hand, felt a little uncomfortable, a slight sweat beading on my forehead, unsure of where to sit. Sister Yang noticed my embarrassment, her face flushing slightly, and said, "Why don't you sit next to me?" She
then moved aside slightly.
I went over and sat down beside her. Sister Yang fell silent. I swallowed hard and said, "Sister Yang, you're very feminine."
Sister Yang's face flushed red. "Is it alright?"
I nodded exaggeratedly and said, "Yes, very sexy."
A burning panic flashed in Sister Yang's eyes. I took her hand and said, "Sister Yang, I want to make love to you!"
Sister Yang lowered her head and whispered, "I'm here now, aren't I?"
I reached out and pulled her close, caressing her soft body. Sister Yang was like a docile cat, letting me fondle her. I teased her breasts through her clothes. Sister Yang's eyes were tightly closed, her breathing quickened. I lifted her chin and kissed her lips. She immediately wrapped her arms around my neck and offered her lips. I gently licked her lips, and Sister Yang's lips parted slightly. I hooked her tongue out and sucked on it forcefully.
At this moment, Sister Yang's body was like a lump of mud, but her arms were tightly wrapped around me. Her kiss was passionate, and I accepted it without hesitation. I was confident that I could handle most women when it came to kissing, and soon Sister Yang was conquered by my kissing skills. Her cheeks flushed, her breathing became rapid, her chest heaved, and her body trembled slightly.
While we were kissing, my hands never stopped. They were already inside her bra, kneading her nipples. The side zipper of her skirt was also unzipped. One hand was kneading her buttocks, and I occasionally stroked her inner thighs.
Sister Yang began to moan softly. I felt the time was right, so I laid her down on the bed. I first removed her skirt, then gently pulled down her pink cotton panties. I saw a sticky wet patch underneath. With her last defenses removed, the rest was up to me.
At this moment, Sister Yang was tearing at the buttons of her shirt. I leaned down and said to her, "Sister, take off your bra."
Sister Yang's slightly trembling hands unbuttoned her shirt and bra. I held my breath as I helped her finish. When her breasts were fully exposed to me, I was fully erect.
I whispered in her ear, "Sister, I don't want to use a condom!"
Sister Yang nodded, "It's okay, it's my safe period, I'll take a pill later."
I wanted to try the 69 position, so I turned around and knelt between her legs. Sister Yang seemed a little flustered, but when I persistently brought my penis to her mouth with my hand, she obediently took it in, gently licking and slowly sucking, occasionally touching my penis with her teeth. I comfortably enjoyed her oral sex, admiring her genitals while occasionally thrusting hard into the depths of her throat.
Sister Yang's genitals weren't as full as Xiao Benben's; her pubic hair was sparse and slightly yellowish, her labia were thin and a bit dark, and her vaginal opening seemed longer. Her vulva was already wet, exuding a seductive hormonal scent. Sister Yang's clitoris was quite large, and after my caresses, it was clearly erect to the size of a soybean, turning purplish-red. I couldn't resist licking it with my tongue, and Sister Yang cried out, clamping her legs tightly around me and sucking my penis forcefully.
My erection had reached its limit, so I turned around and said to her, "Sister Yang, I'm going to fuck you!"
Sister Yang's lust had also reached its peak. She sat up, pulled a pillow over and placed it under her buttocks. I lay on top of her, and she grasped my penis, guiding it to her vaginal opening.
Inserting into her vagina was easy, because a woman who has given birth usually has a looser vagina. Fortunately, her vagina didn't make me feel the thinness of my penis. In addition, she intentionally contracted her lower body, giving me a feeling of being tightly gripped. In her moist vagina, I thrust smoothly, grinding against her. She twisted her body to match my movements, ensuring the quality of each thrust while saving me a lot of energy. I couldn't help but feel grateful for the thoughtfulness that only a mature woman could offer.
After a while, Sister Yang suddenly hugged me and said, "I'm coming, hurry up and give me a couple more thrusts!"
I was a little surprised, but I immediately increased the frequency and force of my thrusts, pressing hard against her pubic bone and grinding her clitoris. Sister Yang quickly reached a climax, a very wild one, her hips swaying violently back and forth, her head shaking from side to side, screaming loudly, "Ah! Ah! Ah!" I quickly pressed her down, covering her mouth with my hand, but she managed to pull away, panting heavily. I didn't have time to feel if her vagina was contracting, but she was very wet, the fluid soaking into the sheets, leaving a small, glistening patch.
I hadn't expected her to climax so quickly, but that excited me even more. I stopped, pulled out my penis, and put it to her mouth. She took it in, her eyes glazed as she licked it with her tongue.
I didn't want to ejaculate in her mouth, so I moved behind her, lying side by side, and penetrated her from behind. She hadn't recovered from her climax, so I had to do it myself. This time her vagina was completely relaxed and even more lubricated; my penis slipped out several times, almost slipping into her anus.
I casually penetrated her, one hand caressing her breasts, the other rubbing her clitoris.
She quickly regained her excitement and some strength, climbing on top of me, taking my penis under her arm, and skillfully began to move. I peacefully closed my eyes, enjoying it all. Her body was slender and well-proportioned, her skin smooth and delicate, even more so than Xiao Benben's, though her breasts sagged slightly, they still looked beautifully shaped from below. Her vaginal fluids had already soaked our pubic hair, making the movements even smoother.
She writhed for about ten minutes, then rolled over, kneeling on the bed with her back to me. I knew she wanted me to penetrate her from behind, and I understood, thrusting in and out, holding her small hips, pumping in and out with varying depths. The room was filled with the scent of sex and the wet, slapping sounds.
The urge to ejaculate grew stronger, so I pushed her down onto the bed, placed a pillow under her stomach to lift her genitals upwards, and began to thrust with all my might.
Sister Yang skillfully cooperated with me, wiggling her hips and moaning, "Ah...ah..."
while constantly muttering, "Come on, shoot it into me! Shoot it into me!"
I pressed against Sister Yang's buttocks, gritted my teeth, and ejaculated all the semen I had accumulated over the past two months into her vagina. After ejaculating, I collapsed like a snake that had lost its tendons. At that moment, Sister Yang's body trembled. I didn't know if she had another orgasm; I just felt like I was floating on clouds, unable to hear or see anything.
Sister Yang obediently lay beneath me until I collapsed onto the bed, exhausted.
Sister Yang got up to shower. I checked my watch; there was still more than half an hour left, so I quietly lay on the bed. After showering, Sister Yang took out a towel from her bag, soaked it in water, and used it to wash my penis. This warmed my heart!
Sister Yang noticed my emotion, smiled slightly, and said, "When you're alone out there, take good care of yourself. It's better to use a condom with strangers; it's cleaner."
I was completely moved, and my nose felt stuffy.
I hope that one day Sister Yang will see this text and remember me, the little brother who flashed through her life like a shooting star, and remember that warm late spring afternoon we spent together.
Chapter 6: A Summer of Passion
Summer is when men's libido is at its strongest. When my studies aren't stressful, surfing the internet is my main form of entertainment, but I rarely chat. Sexual urges constantly bothered me, but I didn't let them run rampant. Firstly, I was worried about money, but more importantly, I didn't want to get too deeply involved and ultimately lose myself, losing the peace I needed to return to a normal life. Days passed in a mix of surging passion and boredom.
One summer night in July, my inner sexual desire and excessive engorgement made me determined to find an opportunity for release. While my buddies were out, I logged into the xx chat room. After browsing, I found a familiar username. Although I couldn't recall the topics we had discussed, I vaguely remembered that she was a woman in her thirties. Overjoyed, I took the initiative to chat with her.
"Hey, little sister, do you remember me?"
"Who are you?"
Obviously, women like her who frequent chat rooms every day rarely remember the occasional flirts they encounter, because the chat rooms reek of semen. Many men come with the same purpose as me: to hunt for women. Some of them immediately send mass messages like: Looking for mature women! They probably won't get anything except one or two prostitutes.
As I chatted with her, I tried to glean fragments of memory from her words. Since I rarely visited chat rooms lately, I could still vaguely recall some pieces. Gradually, a blurry figure appeared before me: her name was Hua, a well-off young woman living in a county town 50 kilometers from my city.
I sensed she seemed listless today, and a flicker of joy welled up within me, as this was often the key to getting closer to her.
"Hua, what's wrong? You seem so unhappy."
"It's so annoying, nothing's interesting."
"Don't be annoyed, or you'll grow gray hair."
I continued, feigning concern.
"It's so boring, staying home alone."
Ha! I've found a breakthrough! I used my psychological tactics repeatedly, finally managing to get the information that tomorrow was her birthday, and her husband had been away on a business trip for three days and couldn't return yet.
"Happy birthday, Hua!"
I immediately offered my blessings.
"Thanks, but I'm still stuck at home alone."
"Go out and meet friends, even online acquaintances."
I began to probe her for more information.
"It's boring."
She still looked dejected.
I glanced at my watch; it was already 11 o'clock. Suddenly, an idea struck me. I asked her, "Hua, are you sleepy?"
"No."
"Great, I'll celebrate your 33rd birthday with you!"
"Okay!"
she replied quickly. I felt half the battle was won, and I was in an exceptionally good mood. So I chatted with her about everything under the sun. My thoughtfulness clearly made her happy, and she became noticeably more talkative.
Just as midnight struck, I sent her a pre-written, incredibly tender and considerate birthday greeting along with a bouquet of roses.
She didn't reply immediately. After a long half-minute, she sent me a phone number.
I immediately tiptoed to the washroom at the end of the dormitory and dialed her number: "Happy birthday, Hua."
I heard her sobbing on the other end of the line. I called her name tenderly, and Hua sobbed, "Thank you..." before slowly regaining her composure. Her voice had the characteristics of a southern woman—soft, charming, and alluring.
I breathed a long sigh of relief, enveloped in the joy of victory. She was clearly melted by my tenderness and the deep, masculine voice, and her speech reverted to the ambiguous tone of a young married woman.
"Do you have plans for tomorrow?"
Hua asked.
"No, if it's convenient for you, I'd be happy to celebrate your birthday with you. Whatever you want to do, I'll go with you." "
Okay..."
Her tone seemed full of anticipation, "I'll call you before 10 a.m. tomorrow." She blew me a kiss over the phone and quickly hung up.
Back in the dorm, my buddies still hadn't returned. Alone, facing the whirring fan, I couldn't help but sweat profusely, my heart pounding in my ears. Excited, I finally fell asleep after a long time.
I woke up at 8 a.m., the mat beneath me was damp, and my penis was erect, swollen and aching. I took a basin to the bathroom and poured two basins of cold water over my head, which calmed me down a bit, and my penis finally subsided. But the upcoming date made me a little restless. I went to the cafeteria and bought breakfast, specifically asking for two eggs to nourish myself before heading out.
Just after 9 a.m., my phone rang. It was Hua.
I casually picked up a book and walked out of the dormitory.
"Yang Zi, it's me. Take a bus to the XX International Hotel and then call me."
I couldn't help but stick out my tongue. It seemed she was really in love, actually booking a room in a five-star hotel. I quickly hailed a taxi and rushed to the hotel. Twenty minutes later, I appeared outside the hotel lobby. Looking up at the luxurious hotel with its 40-plus floors, I felt a sense of accomplishment. Suppressing my excitement, I dialed her number.
The room was 3606. As I entered the lobby, a polite waiter in a long red coat immediately led me to the elevator. Walking behind him, I felt a little guilty, as if I'd been caught red-handed doing something wrong.
The elevator smoothly arrived at the 36th floor, where Hua was already waiting for me with a smile.
Her appearance was pretty much what I'd expected; she was slightly fuller than Sister Yang, around 160cm tall, and dressed in a well-made, form-fitting outfit that looked very elegant. She had a refined air about her, clearly the young mistress of a wealthy family.
Hua took my hand and led me into the room.
The rooms in this luxury hotel were truly different—a suite with both an inner and outer room, fully equipped and exuding luxury. A large-screen TV was playing entertainment programs. Everything about it was like heaven compared to the roadside guesthouses I'd taken my online friends to.
Hua pulled me to sit beside her on the sofa, looking at me tenderly as they chatted about everyday things. But I wasn't really listening, secretly thinking: maybe this is just her in real life; young women all love to chatter on and on… Thinking this, I couldn't help but chuckle to myself.
Hua noticed my expression and smiled, asking, "What are you laughing at?"
"Laughing at you! You're even more beautiful than I imagined, of course I'm happy!"
Hua was clearly pleased by this, her smile as radiant as a flower, looking very innocent.
"Look, this is a picture of my son."
Hua suddenly remembered something, turned, picked up her bag, and took out a photo of her son, about six or seven years old, who looked a bit like her. I complimented her son on his handsomeness, saying he resembled his mother.
Hua excitedly recounted her son's exploits. Worried that the ambiguous atmosphere would dissipate, I leaned closer, almost shoulder to shoulder with her, pretending to listen attentively, while secretly placing one hand on her thigh, my thumb gently scratching the inside of her thigh.
Hua suddenly stopped talking, her eyes filled with a hazy yet burning look. Clearly, my subtle movement with my right hand had pulled her back to the ambiguous topic.
"You're so beautiful, Hua!"
I stared intently at her, deliberately making my gaze seem insatiable.
Hua met my gaze tenderly, her breasts heaving noticeably.
I pulled her into my arms, took the photo from her hand and placed it on the coffee table, passionately kissing her lips, sucking on her tongue with loud smacking sounds, and then thrusting my own tongue into her mouth, stirring it vigorously. Hua embraced me tightly, passionately returning my kisses and sucking on me. I freed my hand and fumbled behind her back to unhook her bra, reaching inside to caress her breasts.
Hua's breasts were fuller than they appeared from the outside, soft but not sagging. I pulled away from her lips, leaned down, and buried my face between her breasts. Her skin was incredibly smooth and flawless, very well-maintained.
She had a perfume scent I wasn't familiar with, very alluring. Hua's breasts were slightly sagging, her areolas weren't very dark, and her nipples were small. They had become quite hard under my teasing. I took her nipple into my mouth, gently biting and sucking, while one hand stroked her buttocks from behind, and the other hand kept kneading her other breast. Hua moaned softly, grabbed my hair, hugged my head tightly, and pressed it against her chest. My mouth was busy between her breasts, licking her nipples until they were slightly red.
Hua's breathing was heavy, her breasts heaving violently, and she moaned wantonly, a far cry from the gentle and demure young mistress she had been moments before. She began to fumble for my belt, one hand pulling open my front of my shirt and grabbing my testicles. I knew it was time to get down to business, so I got up and pushed her down onto the sofa armrest, pulled down her trousers, and spread her legs. Her buttocks weren't large, and they felt soft to the touch. From behind, I could see a wet patch around her vulva, but no pubic hair, but that didn't matter anymore.
I pulled down my pants, grasped my already hard and thick penis, and rubbed it against her vulva a few times before thrusting it all the way in. Hua cried out. Although she had given birth, her vagina was surprisingly firm.
"Hua, I'm going to fuck you to death, I'm going to..."
"Ah...come on, fuck me, fuck me..."
Hua's voice was already somewhat indistinct, her hands gripping her buttocks and swinging them back.
"I'm fucking you... I love your pussy so much, I love your tits so much..."
I whispered obscene words in her ear, trying to ignite her deepest, most wanton passion. This tactic clearly worked; Hua's lust erupted, and she braced herself on the sofa, arching her back to meet each of my thrusts, muttering incessantly, "Okay, okay, fuck me... I want you to fuck me..."
Hua's juices were flowing freely, the splashing sounds hitting my brain. Her vagina was incredibly lubricated; several times, when I moved too vigorously, my penis slipped out, almost hitting her anus.
Hua writhed, squeezing her breasts, her frenzied expression driving me wild. I secretly stopped, letting her do as she pleased. Hua sucked and rubbed my penis with her vagina, completely enjoying the pleasure of sex.
Hua slowly stopped, turned back to me and said, "Take me to the bed, I want you to press me down..."
I pulled out my penis, and Hua stood up and went to the inner room, lying on her back on the bed. I followed her and saw a surgical scar on her lower abdomen. It seemed she had a C-section; no wonder her vagina wasn't loose at all.
I knelt between her legs, wanting to examine her vulva closely. Hua said anxiously, "No, no, come in quickly, I'm coming!"
As I slowly bent down, she grabbed my penis, guiding me to insert it, and then quickly thrust up and down. The two of us quickly became in sync. I thrust deeply, squeezing her pubic hair to rub against her clitoris.
"Want more, want more... um... is it long enough..."
I bit her earlobe, teasing her desire with vulgar language.
"Thrust again, thrust again... oh... I want more... thrust... thrust..."
Hua was completely consumed by the flames of sex, wantonly enjoying the pleasure of making love.
Faced with her unleashed, wanton nature, I could no longer be distracted. Our sweaty bodies intertwined, our hot lips licking, our juices splashing between my penis and vagina.
Hua's climax arrived instantly; she cried out, her eyes rolling back, her body convulsing violently, her vagina squeezing my penis tightly, streams of heat gushing from around it.
I was a little tired, so I pressed my penis against her, letting her fully release. Hua collapsed limply on the bed, panting heavily, her dazed gaze fixed on my limp penis.
"Didn't you climax?"
Hua asked.
"Yeah, how could I bear to ejaculate now? I want to enjoy you more!"
I gently patted her flushed cheeks and made a face.
Hua smiled and grasped my penis, stroking it up and down, whispering, "So sticky!"
"That's all your own fluid, and you still have the nerve to say that... What are you trying to do, trying to get rid of me like this?"
I feigned displeasure, turned over to face her, and brought my penis to her mouth. Hua opened her mouth and took my penis in, sometimes deeply, sometimes shallowly, occasionally licking the glans with the tip of her tongue, while her hands cupped my testicles and gently caressed them.
Hua's oral sex skills were quite good, making me jealous of her husband.
My penis became erect and I had the urge to ejaculate into her mouth. Hua understood and quickened her stroking and sucking, her fingers gently kneading the base of my penis, making muffled "Shoot it in!"
sounds. I roared with pleasure, kneading her breasts, and my ejaculation gate opened instantly, thick semen gushing out.
Hua sucked my semen greedily. After I ejaculated, she still held my penis in her mouth, gently squeezing it back and forth, as if trying to draw out the last drop. Hua opened her mouth, letting me see the semen inside, then swallowed it in large gulps. Her eyes were very provocative as she swallowed.
I lay comfortably sprawled out on the bed, and Hua placed my hand on her chest, stroking it.
Neither of us spoke, neither of us calming down from the frenzied sex.
After what seemed like an eternity, I felt a little cold, so I got up to turn up the temperature. I returned to the bed, lay down beside her, and admired her naked, mature body. This time I saw her genitals, her slightly curly, thick, dark pubic hair. Although not exactly abundant, it suited her perfectly.
We lay there lazily, turned the TV down, and chatted. Hua told me that her husband was the head of a key transportation department in the local county, and they were very wealthy, living a life of luxury, spending money like water. However, her husband was often away on business trips, leaving her often alone at home.
Before I knew it, it was past one in the afternoon. I had mostly recovered my strength, but I was a little hungry. Hua got up and went to the bathroom. There was a small wet patch where she had been lying, the discharge from her orgasm.
Seeing this and hearing the running water, I couldn't help but feel aroused again. I tiptoed over. The bathroom door was ajar, and I could see Hua covered in shower gel, standing under the showerhead rinsing her hair in the transparent shower enclosure. I quietly slipped in, opened the glass door of the shower enclosure, and suddenly hugged her from behind.
Hua was startled, realizing it was me, she tilted her head back and leaned on my shoulder. Warm water cascaded over us, and we embraced and kissed. I held her breasts, and she gripped my penis tightly. The shower water was on full blast, spraying over us, the ticklish sensation quickly igniting our desire. My penis was fully erect, pressing against her buttocks.
I gently pulled her waist back, causing her buttocks to arch slightly, and my penis slid smoothly into her vagina. Hua braced herself against the wall, making it easier for me to thrust into her.
Making love under the showerhead felt like making love in the rain, as if we were outdoors with no shelter. The rushing water excited us both, and soon she began to moan loudly, her vaginal fluids mingling with the shower water as they flowed down her thighs.
Looking at her sexy little buttocks and tight anus, I secretly decided to try anal sex. So, I quietly dipped my finger in her vaginal fluid and smeared it around her anus, then smoothly inserted my middle finger. The opening was tight, and the inside was smooth and soft. I could feel my penis moving in and out of her.
She noticed my actions and tried to twist her buttocks to escape, but I held her waist, preventing her from getting away, so she stopped struggling.
I gently stirred my finger inside her anus and tried to insert a second finger, slowly stirring it, trying to get her used to the feeling of being penetrated. Thinking it was about right, I pulled out my penis, still wet with her vaginal fluid, and pressed it against her anus. She involuntarily tightened her buttocks, muttering, "No...no..."
I couldn't stop. Kissing her ear and rubbing her clitoris, I deliberately breathed heavily, saying, "Let me in, good sister... relax... sister, relax..."
She slowly relaxed her buttocks, trying to control herself. I gripped my penis and slowly inserted it into her anus. The opening was really tight. To be honest, my glans wasn't particularly large, and it was still difficult to get through. It was precisely this tightness that strongly tempted me; perhaps this is the common reason why many people enjoy anal sex!
I went in a little, paused, and waited for her to exhale and relax, her buttocks moving backward before going in a little more.
Finally, with an exaggerated "Ah!" from her ,
my glans slid in smoothly. My penis was tightly gripped by her anus, and the incredibly pleasurable feeling made me let out a long breath. Then I slowly moved in and out, my hand stroking her clitoris never stopping.
Hua braced herself against the bathroom wall with one hand and grasped her breast with the other, her buttocks raised high. With each of my movements, she let out a painful yet pleasurable groan. This incredibly lewd stimulation rushed straight to my brain, and my movements almost completely spiraled out of control. I felt like I was about to ejaculate, so I thrust wildly a dozen times, let out a long howl, and ejaculated all my remaining stock into her anus.
Exhausted and with a sore back, I slumped against her back, feeling completely broken, panting heavily. My limp penis, squeezed out of her anus, hung limply. Hua leaned weakly against the glass wall of the shower, fine water droplets spraying over us. Through the haze, I could see her skin, flushed pink from the hot water, her full, rounded, and beautifully shaped breasts, and her S-shaped waist in the mirror…
I can't remember how I got back to bed from the bathroom; I drifted off to sleep. After some time, I vaguely heard her talking to someone. I opened my eyes and saw Hua on the sofa in the living room, on the phone. Judging from her tone, it must have been her husband. I heard her say she was in a sauna at a bathhouse…
Hua quickly hung up the phone, came over, and sat on the edge of the bed. Seeing that I was awake, she smiled gently. At that moment, she was wearing a snow-white bathrobe, with a matching snow-white towel wrapped around her head, looking every bit the elegant upper-class woman.
"Are you exhausted?"
she asked with concern.
I nodded.
"Lie down for a bit longer, then we'll go get something to eat."
I was really hungry, so I got up and dressed. She turned and went into the bathroom. Ten minutes later, she finished washing up and changing, and we left the room side by side. To be honest, as soon as we stepped outside, I couldn't help but feel a little inferior, because in terms of both appearance and demeanor, I felt somewhat unworthy of her elegance.
We went to the Western restaurant on the first floor. Hua ordered me a steak, spaghetti bolognese, and a fruit salad, while she only ordered a glass of juice and some snacks. Watching me wolf down my food, she smiled the whole time, her concern seeming very genuine, which made me feel secretly ashamed.
After I finished cleaning up, she got up and went to the counter to pay the bill. I looked over her shoulder, and the receipt clearly stated 878 yuan! That was our cost for the past five hours.
As soon as I stepped out of the hotel revolving door, a wave of heat hit me. Her phone rang again. Hua glanced at me, smiled, and walked a few steps away. I didn't follow, but stood in the shade waiting for her, secretly savoring the events of the past five hours—not just the post-coital pleasure, but also a bittersweet feeling I couldn't quite describe at the time.
When she returned to me with a smile, I had already regained my composure and confidently returned the smile.
"I wish you happiness!"
I smiled and shook her goodbye.
"Thank you, my little brother! I'll remember this birthday!"
she said, getting into a taxi and speeding away.
Back in my dorm, I collapsed into bed and didn't wake up until the next morning. Everything that had happened felt like a dream, both unreal and real. I liked this ambiguous feeling.
However, the next ten days or so were filled with anxiety. I felt my penis was constantly wet, and upon closer inspection, I found many tiny red dots and a small amount of clear discharge. My heart sank. I inwardly groaned. Gonorrhea, AIDS…
a string of terrifying words flashed through my mind. I regretted not using a condom. But it was too late. I sighed, went back to my dorm, grabbed some anti-inflammatory medication, and angrily told myself, "Damn it! I'm going to die anyway, what's there to be afraid of!" Two days
later, the red bumps and discharge disappeared, my penis regained its vitality, and the fear gradually faded.
Now, I am still alive and healthy, happily enjoying life and sex, but the shock and joy of that summer occasionally resurface before my eyes like a movie…

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