Twenty years of sexual experience 10-12

Chapter 10 Last Night's In-Depth Experience with a D-Cup Mature Woman with a White Tiger
Twelve hours ago at this moment, I was sitting in my colleague Yanlei's car, driving towards her house—the exact opposite direction from my own home. Ten hours ago at this moment, I was pinning Yanlei down in her computer chair, pressing down on her round, plump buttocks, and fucking her hard.
I had planned to video chat with an online friend last night, but unfortunately, I received a call from my boss demanding that the project proposal he had just selected be submitted before Sunday. I had no choice but to grit my teeth and work overtime, finishing around 10 PM. To reassure my online friend, I briefly logged onto QQ and left a message saying I was working overtime and would be online at 11 PM.
I hurried downstairs; it was raining outside, and I couldn't help but groan inwardly. Just then, Sister Yanlei from the finance department came up from behind. I quickly greeted her, "Hey, Sister Yanlei, you're only just leaving too?"
"Oh, don't even mention it. The director's going to a meeting in Wuhan tomorrow and needs a report. I've been rushing to finish it for him, and I just got done. What are you doing here?" "
Same here, haha."
I smiled and struck up a conversation, but my eyes were rather brazenly taking in her up and down.
Sister Yanlei was a wealthy woman in the finance department. She must have been thirty-nine years old this year. Her husband was the head of a key department in a certain bureau, frequently traveling all over the world, including Europe, America, and Japan. They were extremely wealthy, owning multiple properties in Beijing. She drove a red BMW to work, reportedly worth nearly a million yuan, quite the glamorous woman.
I rarely had the opportunity to meet Sister Yanlei before, but recently, because I took on a project for the ministry, I had to go to the finance department to submit expense reports from time to time, which increased my opportunities to interact with her. I had only heard about Sister Yanlei's wealthy family before, but my first meeting with her left a different impression: although Sister Yanlei's appearance was quite ordinary, her figure was incredibly alluring—a slender waist and wide hips, the typical mature woman's style, yet she didn't look like a middle-aged woman nearing forty at all. What attracted me most were her breasts, which could only be described as "magnificent," at least a D cup.
That time, I went to pay money, and only Sister Yanlei was left in the finance department. She was carefully reviewing an account book. Looking through the metal partition, I could just look down at her proud breasts and the almost squeezed cleavage, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of desire. So much so that when Sister Yanlei looked up and asked me what I needed, I stammered. There was a certain provocation in her eyes, but I fearlessly met her gaze, staring intently into her eyes with a smile.
In the following days, I tried to fabricate some accounts to get reimbursed, hoping to catch a few more glances at her beautiful figure and strike up a conversation. But masturbation without a clear purpose wasn't satisfying, and with my wife away for training, I had nowhere to release my pent-up desire, leaving me somewhat irritable. Yanlei, however, stopped showing any interest in me, which disheartened me. To be honest, I didn't have the courage to pursue someone so close to me.
But a chance encounter on a weekend night like this was a pleasant surprise, especially seeing Yanlei's figure—a black dress framing her ample breasts and slender waist—before my eyes. My inner fire was instantly ignited, and I even forgot to hide my abruptness.
Yanlei noticed me staring at her and asked, "Why aren't you leaving?"
"My car is restricted today, so I didn't drive it out this morning. It's raining now, so it'll probably be hard to get a taxi,"
I said, turning to look at the deep night and fine rain outside the lobby.
"Oh, take my car, I'll give you a ride."
With that, Sister Yanlei opened an umbrella and walked outside. I was overjoyed and followed her out of the lobby. Sister Yanlei's umbrella was a bit small, so we squeezed together to her BMW.
Sister Yanlei was a good driver; there were quite a few cars on the road, but she drove very steadily. We chatted casually, and Sister Yanlei suddenly asked me, "When is your wife coming back? Next month?"
"Yes."
"Can you fix my computer tonight? My desktop keeps disconnecting from the internet, is it infected with a virus?"
I was overjoyed again! It was like a gold mine falling from the sky! I immediately agreed, thinking to myself: Sister Yanlei's words were definitely an invitation. Her husband might be flying somewhere in Europe right now; I'll have to seize the opportunity to cuckold him!
Melodious music filled the car.
Sister Yanlei drove onto the North Fourth Ring Road, heading straight for her detached villa in XX Mountain Villa, a quiet, affluent area in the city.
Just eleven hours ago, I stepped into a luxurious villa I'd only ever seen in movies. It was a two-story house with floor-to-ceiling windows, European-style furniture, and spotless solid wood floors, silently proclaiming the owner's prestige. To be honest, at that moment, I felt a little breathless. My previously youthful vigor had been unconsciously suppressed by the mansion's opulent atmosphere.
Sister Yanlei led me upstairs and pointed to a room at the end of the corridor, saying, "That's my private internet cafe. Could you please go and see what's going on? I'll change my clothes and come over."
It was a room of about fifteen square meters. Compared to the living room downstairs, the furnishings were simpler, but there was a rather exquisite small wine cabinet, and a Dell desktop computer on a wooden computer desk, which looked like an XPS.
About ten minutes later, Sister Yanlei came in wearing a cream-colored silk lingerie set and embroidered slippers. I stole glances at her breasts; she trembled with every step, and my heart trembled along with her. She went straight to the liquor cabinet, poured herself a Black Label on the rocks, and placed it in front of me. I thanked her and focused on finding the problem. I discovered it was just a network setting change, which could be fixed in ten seconds…
But I didn't want it to end there. I wanted to uncover some secrets from her computer. In a desktop folder, I found a large number of pornographic pictures and videos. While she turned to pour the liquor, I pretended to accidentally open a video titled "May Day." Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a selfie of Sister Yanlei! A naked body, a lewd expression, ample breasts, a barbed vibrator in her hand…
“Do you… want something to eat?”
Sister Yanlei asked. I didn’t answer, and as I turned around, our eyes met. In the video, Sister Yanlei was about to insert the vibrator into her hairless genitals. Had she shaved? I was puzzled. Seeing her face flush red, I feigned surprise and said, “Sister Yanlei, I didn’t mean to…”
After a few seconds of silence, Sister Yanlei returned to normal. She gracefully walked up to me, turned off the video, and said casually, “I was just filming for fun. He’s never home; he has other women.”
At that moment, Sister Yanlei was only thirty or forty centimeters away from me. I could faintly smell her fragrance, the scent of a mature woman.
I stood up, suddenly grabbed her waist, pulled her into my arms, kissed her lips, and grasped her ample breasts with my right hand.
The rest of the story unfolded predictably, following the same pattern as all mature men and women: I received a passionate kiss in return, I ripped off her pajamas, I pushed her down onto the computer chair, I penetrated her from behind, I ejaculated inside her, we showered together, we went to her bedroom, she gave me a blowjob, I sucked on her breasts, I licked her labia, and then I continued having sex with her…
I'm sure many of you reading this won't find anything new. Hey, all passionate encounters are somewhat similar; the only differences are the starting context, the ending, and the mindset of those involved. At this point, I might get some criticism from you all, haha, but let me briefly recount my experience from last night.
To be honest, it was my first time having sex with a mature woman on a computer chair, but it was quite fun, just a little tiring.
When I pressed Sister Yanlei down into the computer chair, she proactively lifted her buttocks and pulled up her pajamas. Incredibly, she wasn't wearing anything underneath. Looking at Sister Yanlei's plump, white buttocks, my blood surged again. I didn't care about anything else, quickly ripped off my belt, and without even taking off my underwear, I guided my erect penis into her butt crack.
Sister Yanlei's lower body was already wet and smooth. With a slight twist of her buttocks, I thrust in all the way. I paused briefly to feel her vagina. After all, she had given birth; Sister Yanlei's vagina wasn't as tight as a young girl's, but I could clearly feel her intentionally tightening her vagina with each thrust, like a small mouth holding my penis. Moreover, her vagina was relatively shallow, making it easy to touch her cervix. It felt amazing!
I grabbed her shoulders, thrusting forward, and began to pump in and out, gradually increasing the frequency. To be honest, having sex in a computer chair is a chore. With the slightest effort, the chair moves forward, and I chase after it, fucking until it's against the wall. Only then can I finally unleash my full power. After a frenzied session, Yanlei screams and cries of pleasure, constantly twisting her hips and changing the angle of penetration, making no attempt to hide her lewdness.
I can still hear her soft, seductive moans: "Ah...oh...ah...ahhh..."
and the thud of the chair back hitting the wall.
As I fuck her, I grab and squeeze her breasts; those naturally beautiful breasts sway wildly under my thrusts, incredibly sensual. Suddenly, Yanlei reaches out and grabs my penis, signaling me to stop. Then she turns around, sits in the computer chair, and spreads her legs wide, resting them on the armrests. I'm astonished to discover that Yanlei's pubic area is completely hairless, and definitely not shaved—she's naturally pubic hairless!
The sight of this mature woman with a D-cup bust and white breasts filled me with excitement. I couldn't help but reach out and touch her again and again. Sister Yanlei twisted her body, licking her upper lip with her tongue, and moaned, "Mmm... don't look, it's so embarrassing, come on... I want... I want..."
Under the dim light, Sister Yanlei looked drunk, her eyes were hazy, and her chest was flushed. One hand was kneading her ample breasts. I was overjoyed and leaned down to thrust into her. She let out a moan as I took her nipple in my mouth and sucked hard, my tongue constantly scraping around it. Sister Yanlei tilted her head back and
groaned loudly , "Oh... oh..."
I thrust harder, watching her breasts sway against her chest, I felt dizzy and almost ejaculated. So I lifted her legs and pressed them against her chest, allowing me to penetrate her at the optimal angle and depth. Soon, Yanlei cried out, "Ah...oh...I need to pee...ah...I need to pee!"
I whispered in her ear, "Pee, pee for me!"
With a long "Ah..."
and a sobbing moan, Yanlei's head snapped back, her hands gripping my arms, and then a powerful orgasm surged forth.
I stopped and pressed hard against her cervix, feeling her orgasm: Yanlei's vaginal contractions weren't very strong, but a lot of fluid was flowing out, gushing out in spurts, her inner thigh muscles twitching incessantly.
I got up and pulled out my penis. A stream of white fluid gushed out, dripping onto the floor and forming a small puddle. Sister Yanlei lay limply in the computer chair, seemingly still recovering from the earlier daze. I leaned down and kissed her breast, saying, "Good sister, you're a natural seductive woman."
Sister Yanlei smiled faintly, and I then noticed that the corners of her eyes were slightly upturned, the kind of captivating phoenix eyes. No wonder I surrendered to her so quickly, hehe.
I got up to get a tissue to wipe her down, but she took it and covered her crotch, saying, "Come on, take a shower."
I happily followed her into the bathroom, a large bathroom of about fourteen or fifteen square meters, with a huge double bathtub. The walls were decorated with light violet tiles and nude female patterns. The warm, sensual atmosphere made me a little uncomfortable. Sister Yanlei rinsed herself with the showerhead, then lay down in the bathtub, beckoning me. I followed her.
The bathtub was filled with fine, white foam, exuding a faint lavender scent. The water temperature was just right, and we lay comfortably side by side.
I asked Sister Yanlei if she wasn't afraid I would molest her when she brought me to her home. Her answer surprised me. She said that when she noticed the way I was looking at her, she knew I had ulterior motives and decided to teach me a lesson.
I laughed and asked why. Sister Yanlei said, "So many people are peeping at me, but only you dared to look me in the eye like a thief."
I laughed heartily, my hands wandering restlessly over her chest.
Sister Yanlei also reached out and played with my penis. I hadn't ejaculated when she had her orgasm earlier, and although it was a little soft now, it was still virile. With just a little stimulation from her, it immediately became erect again.
I tried to mount her, but she stopped me with a laugh. Her soft hands caressed my penis and testicles, and she leaned in for a French kiss. Her kissing technique was superb; her delicate, agile tongue ignited my lust, making me unbearably thirsty. I grabbed and squeezed her breasts forcefully, ignoring her attempts to dodge, and straddled her, forcibly inserting my penis into her vagina.
Making love in a bathtub full of water was far from the romantic experience I had imagined; every movement was strenuous, but the sound of the rushing water was quite stimulating.
Yanlei reached out and turned on the drain valve, and the water in the bathtub quickly decreased. I could finally thrust freely, and with the "splashing" sound of the water, I began to sprint with all my might. Yanlei kept licking my nipples, while one hand massaged my testicles from below. I thrust dozens of times, let out a low growl, and ejaculated, collapsing onto Yanlei, my mind blank. We embraced without saying a word.
Gradually, the water got a little cool. Sister Yanlei patted my shoulder, and we got up to dry ourselves. Sister Yanlei changed into a white bathrobe, picked up another one and draped it over me, then pulled me into her bedroom. I was surprised to find myself in the middle of the large round bed, with a snow-white gauze curtain hanging from the ceiling, looking very romantic.
Under the dim, ambiguous light, lying in the gauze curtain, my consciousness was somewhat blurred, a feeling of being in a dream.
After resting for a while, Sister Yanlei restlessly lay down on my lower body, kissing my penis. She sucked hard on the glans, making smacking sounds, occasionally touching it with her teeth, and constantly used her hand to tease my penis and rub my testicles. My limp penis, teased by her, became erect again.
I was aroused again, and I tugged at her leg. Sister Yanlei, as if by telepathy, straddled my face, her genitals directly facing mine. I examined her closely; her genitals were indeed unlike anything I'd ever seen before. Her smooth, hairless mons pubis was full, her labia thick, and a lighter color than most mature women. After I'd fucked her twice, her labia parted slightly, revealing the tender flesh inside her vaginal opening. Her clitoris was about the size of a peanut, still gleaming with a slightly purplish sheen even after her orgasm.
I gently took her labia into my mouth, deliberately making exaggerated "sizzling" sounds, occasionally teasing her clitoris with the tip of my tongue. Sister Yanlei quickly responded, a clear, glistening fluid seeping from between her labia.
I greedily licked her juices, my tongue rapidly rubbing her clitoris. This clearly overwhelmed her; her plump, white buttocks pressed against my face, rubbing against me. She had my testicles in her mouth, her hand gripping my penis, moaning softly. I simply took her clitoris into my mouth and sucked on it vigorously, scraping the tip with my tongue. Yanlei trembled
all over, crying out, "Oh! Please, don't stop, don't...don't stop..."
My penis, already erect from her caresses, was now fully erect. I pushed her away and entered her vagina from behind. Yanlei lay on the bed, her round buttocks raised high, writhing seductively...
her wantonness intensely stimulated me. Yes, the sheer sensuality she was unleashing right now was enough to make any man die of exhaustion!
Aside from slightly less striking features, Yanlei was absolutely a top-tier beauty: Jennifer's breasts, Cuthbert's waistline, Jessica and Bell's shapely buttocks... all combined in her.
The face of my first love flashed through my mind, and Yanlei's passionate moans, the sounds of flesh colliding, and the "plop plop" sounds of their bodies joined echoed in my ears. I completely lost control and judgment, frantically thrusting, thrusting, thrusting inside her vagina!
Rubbing against the inner walls of her vagina from front to back and side to side. My right thumb, wet with her vaginal fluid, was inserted into her anus, rotating rapidly. I took the opportunity to press my penis against her from inside, imagining myself and her husband fucking her together. This excited me even more. I whispered in her ear, "I'm fucking you with your husband! Oh... fuck you to death."
Yanlei was clearly infected by this, twisting her hips even more frantically: "Come on, fuck me! Together... fuck together... ah..."
A moment later, Yanlei's vagina suddenly clenched, her buttocks thrusting forcefully... I howled like a she-wolf in heat, and the climax followed. I didn't stop, supporting her limp waist as I thrust in and out with all my might. Each thrust brought out a gush of her juices, dripping onto the bed. She lay beneath me, only able to moan softly. I felt the base of my penis throb, and then my semen gushed out...
I collapsed beside her, looking at her buttocks covered in her juices, watching my semen flow from her slightly open vagina, watching the puddle of fluid beneath her, feeling boundless satisfaction, boundless pleasure!
When I woke up in the morning, Yanlei was still half asleep. The tent was filled with the smell of semen. She was wrapped in a bathrobe, and her breasts rose and fell lazily with her breathing. I leaned over and kissed her breasts. Yanlei hummed in response and turned to her side. I got up and carefully admired her genitals again, gently licking them. They were still sticky and slippery, with a puddle of wetness beneath her...
I left her with a lingering feeling of reluctance. I thought I could still get an erection in the morning, but looking at her sleeping waist, I wanted to tease her, but I couldn't get an erection. Maybe I'd been working too much overtime these past few days, and my body was a little empty. I'll wait until next time to properly enjoy her!
Writing this, I can't help but feel sleepy. Although my mind is still full of the passionate images from a few hours ago, an irresistible sleepiness is about to engulf me. I'll stop here. Since the story has begun, it will continue. Perhaps our relationship will come to an abrupt end at some point, but as long as life goes on, the story will continue, only the protagonists will change.
Chapter 11 Old Stories
The first time I saw a mature woman's naked body was two years before I started elementary school. I was four years old then, and had just come from the countryside to work at the state-owned factory where my father worked. One day, my mother went to take a bath, leaving me outside the bathhouse to play with the other children. I was a little shy then and wasn't happy with them, so I walked away by myself, feeling like I was waiting for a long time.
My mother still hadn't come out, and I felt incredibly wronged. I went to the bathhouse entrance, timidly watching the aunties and grandmas, some fat, some thin, some beautiful, some ugly, going in and out of the bathhouse, but I couldn't see my mother. In desperation, I opened my mouth wide and burst into tears.
The old lady who ran the bathhouse quickly came over to comfort me, but I cried even louder. The old lady was at a loss and asked, "What's your name?"
I didn't speak, and cried even harder. Grandma found someone to watch the door for her, and took my hand as we entered the bathhouse. Strangely, as soon as I entered, I stopped crying immediately. My big eyes scanned the aunties and older women changing clothes. Everywhere I looked, there were naked women's bodies. I don't remember what my expression was like at that moment, only that some aunties stared at me with surprised looks as they covered themselves with their clothes, while others walked towards me with their bare bottoms as if nothing had happened. One of the younger ones even bent down and pinched my cheek, saying, "Oh dear, look at your face after crying."
I clearly remember that when she bent down, her huge breasts were hanging in front of me. I was a little dumbfounded. The auntie smiled and walked away. My eyes began to scan the breasts of the other aunties. It seemed that none were as big as hers. I almost tripped over a pair of slippers.
Grandma asked, "Whose child is this? You leave her outside and don't care. Don't let her get lost!"
as she led me into another changing room, where I saw my mother already dressed and walking out.
Grandma was surprised to see my mother. She handed me to her and scolded her, "Don't leave the child outside next time. It's so cold. Besides, what if he gets lost?"
My mother thanked Grandma profusely and led me outside under the angry gazes of many aunties. At the door, I saw the auntie who had pinched my cheek. She was bending over to put on her underwear, her full breasts swaying in front of her. I bit my index finger and turned back to stare at her blankly. The auntie gave me a sweet smile and said to my mother, "The little one is so cute."
I don't know if she thought I was a little pervert, but over the years, her smile and full breasts have always appeared in front of me from time to time. I think my subconscious attraction to women with large breasts probably started from that time.
The first time I ever heard someone say "sound of someone in bed" was when I was a child living at my uncle's house. Every summer vacation, I would go back to my uncle's house for a while to play with my cousin and second sister. My cousin was 11 years older than me and had just gotten married that year. My second sister wasn't home, so I went out to play with my cousin and listened to him making all sorts of silly jokes with the guys in the village. I remember once they were playing cards, and my cousin suddenly needed to pee. He said, "Wait a minute, I'm going out to pee."
One of the guys was getting angry and cursed, "Damn it! What are you running around for? Go back and pee in your wife's hole."
I remember that sentence very clearly, and I secretly wondered how my cousin would "pee" in his sister-in-law's "hole".
It was already past midnight when I got home. My cousin and I went to our respective rooms to sleep. At that time, my cousin hadn't separated from my uncle and lived in the same courtyard. I lived next door to my cousin's new house. The man's words kept echoing in my ears, making me so excited that I couldn't sleep for a long time. I listened carefully, but apart from the faint voices, there was nothing unusual happening next door. After a while, even the voices stopped. I was bored and lay down to sleep when I heard someone open the door next door. I peeked through the window and saw my cousin carrying a basin to the sink to fill it with water, then going straight back to his room.
I suddenly felt inexplicably excited. I quietly opened the door and went to their window. I heard my sister-in-law say, "You dirty rascal, wash yourself properly."
Then came the sound of splashing water and my cousin hurriedly replying, "I'm washing, I'm washing."
I could hear my heart pounding and my head buzzing.
Listening more closely, I heard my cousin already in bed, the bed creaking and my sister-in-law moaning softly. I quietly stood up, pressed my face against the windowpane, and held my breath to catch every sound coming from the room.
"Gently, um...gently,"
came my sister-in-law's voice.
"Oh...lower, slower."
A moment of silence, then the rhythmic creaking of the bed. I opened my mouth, trying to calm my breathing so it wouldn't become erratic.
The creaking gradually quickened, and I heard my cousin's heavy, labored breathing, mixed with my sister-in-law's moans and occasional 　　cries
of "Oh! Gently..." 　　Was she in pain? I quietly asked myself. At that time, it was an unanswerable question, because I dared not ask anyone. 　　Soon, the creaking of the bed turned into a continuous, forceful "creak, creak, creak, creak," accompanied by the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh. My cousin's panting became a series of gasps, interspersed with vulgar curses, "Fuck! Oh... I'll fuck your mother... I..."

My sister-in-law was occasionally letting out long, low sobs, "Mmm...oh...mmm..."
To me, they sounded like the painful groans of someone being abused. She seemed to be biting something, trying hard to suppress her moans.
At that moment, I felt like my head was a hot potato, sweat streamed down my face and neck, my back ached, my legs trembled slightly, and my penis was already hard and erect. But I couldn't care less; I bent over, pressed my ear against the glass, and listened intently.
Then I heard my cousin let out a low growl, the bed shook violently a few times, and the only sound in the room was his heavy breathing. I crouched down, leaned against the wall, and quietly exhaled deeply, pressing my hand to my chest to calm myself. The question from before flashed through my mind: Had my cousin urinated inside?
"Go, go wash up,"
came my sister-in-law's voice. My cousin gave a lazy "hmm" and didn't move. "Go on, and bring me some water when you're done washing,"
my sister-in-law's coquettish voice came from the crack in the window, making my heart itch.
My cousin grumbled and refused to get out of bed, then there was a "smack," and my sister-in-law softly scolded, "Lazybones, filthy devil," before rolling out of bed. I quickly left the window and hid behind the pickling jars in the corridor.
The door opened, and my sister-in-law came out. She was wearing a baggy coat on her upper body, but her lower body was completely naked. In the moonlight, I could see her plump, white buttocks! My heart jumped into my throat, almost leaping out of my chest.
My sister-in-law splashed water on the floor, turned on the tap to fill it, and quickly went back to her room, closing the door behind her.
I stayed behind the pickling jar, too afraid to move, listening to the splashing sounds coming from the room. I squeezed my penis hard; it felt like I was holding a piece of bamboo, hard yet elastic. At that time, I had a vague awareness of sex, but I didn't know how to masturbate to release myself; I just felt very uncomfortable with it erect.
I don't remember how I got back to my room, or how I fell asleep, but that night gave me my first impression of lovemaking, and it was also the first time I actively and boldly experienced a complete sexual encounter.
It was a secret I never told anyone.
My first time peeking at the neighbor girl's vagina vs. my first time masturbating. My first masturbation was during the summer vacation after graduating from junior high school. After being admitted to a top high school in the city with excellent grades, my parents gave me a month off. I spent my days visiting relatives and friends, but I quickly got bored. So I started looking for books to pass the time. I accidentally came across some family health magazines and was deeply attracted by the articles explaining sex. So I secretly went out and bought a "Sex Knowledge Handbook" to study alone. I hid it under the mattress when I left, afraid that my parents would find out.
The book explained the physiological process of sex in detail, which answered many of my questions. However, I was very dissatisfied with the fact that the pictures of female reproductive organs in the book were all the same black and white sketches. Although I had secretly seen my second sister's body a year ago, after being "educated" by that handbook, I had the idea of finding real things to see for myself. At least I would like to find some color pictures to look at!
In those days, nude photography was a rather taboo subject, so finding color pictures of reproductive organs was almost impossible. I was a little discouraged, but I never gave up any opportunity.
Finally, the opportunity came unexpectedly. One day, out of sheer boredom, I was playing cards on a mat with the neighborhood kids. Next to me was a chubby fourth-grade girl with fair skin and pigtails. She was wearing baggy shorts and was intently playing with her legs wide apart. As I bent down to pick up a card, I caught a glimpse of her underwear out of the corner of my eye—and I saw her vulva!
I'd known for a long time that it was called a "vagina," but I didn't know how to write it because the word wasn't in my dictionary. I'm sure many people have had the same experience, haha—but that's beside the point.
It was the vulva of an underage girl, even more delicate than my second sister's, and completely different from the genitals depicted in books: there was no dark "pubic hair" as shown in the pictures; instead, there were only some fine, downy hairs between her legs. (Actually, at that time, my genitals had just started to grow some fine, long downy hair.) The thing called "labia" in the book was two pink pieces on her body, tightly closed. Although my field of vision was limited, I could still see a slightly raised part on her "labia". I tried hard to recall, and that part seemed to be called "clitoris" in the book!
I concealed my lower body reaction very well, but my mind was already like a horse galloping across a plain. The card game was quickly ended. I went back to my room and hurriedly flipped out the manual. Looking at the explanation, I recalled the girl's genitals that I had just seen. My "penis" was strongly "erect". I pulled back the "foreskin" and gently touched the "glans". A strange electric shock "whooshed" straight to the back of my head. I felt dizzy. I pinched the glans and rubbed it randomly. The intense pleasure accompanied by considerable discomfort instantly engulfed me.
I couldn't stop myself. I gripped my penis and started stroking it up and down. To be honest, no one had ever told me how to do this before. Books only talked about "masturbation." The movements were all done spontaneously, based on my senses. Soon, a clear liquid flowed from my urethra, forming long strands. My stroking motions became faster and faster, and the black and white sketches from the book floated before my eyes...
Before long, an uncontrollable tingling sensation surged from my groin. I saw a stream of white liquid spurt out, splashing onto the book. The strange sensation that spread from my lower body instantly overwhelmed me. It was a feeling I had never experienced before, and the impact it had on me was no less than the first time... After ejaculating inside a woman for the first time, I collapsed onto the bed, my mind blank, as if I had died, and the world seemed to stand still...
For a long time afterward, I dared not touch my own penis. The books said that it was called "masturbation," and that it had endless harms. I was very scared, but the fear of the aftereffects of "masturbation" did not last long because I could not resist the pleasure. I would masturbate from time to time. As I grew up, I learned to try to adjust myself. After having my first real sexual experience, I gradually gave up the habit of masturbation, not because I was afraid, but because I no longer needed to. Occasionally, when video chatting with netizens, I would masturbate to my heart's content.
Chapter 12 Elena Forever
While browsing the forum today, I saw many articles about dating mature women again. Suddenly, I remembered an older woman named Elena from six years ago. She was eleven years older than me, with an average figure, not particularly voluptuous, and her looks were also quite plain—the kind of woman who would easily blend into a crowd. Although I like mature women, I'm drawn to those with large breasts and curvy hips. Elena wasn't originally within my target range, but somehow, some mysterious hand pushed her into my life.
At that time, I had just broken up with "Little Stupid" and was in a bad mood. Mainly because my relationship with Little Stupid had been quite enjoyable; I frequently asked her out to hotels, indulging in unrestrained sex. Until one day, she told me that her boyfriend had come to visit her from H province and wanted to stay with her, asking me to stop calling her.
I was extremely unwilling to let go of this tempting prey, so I insisted on meeting her. One time, after much nagging, she finally came. I took her to a nearby military guesthouse. We'd barely finished when her phone rang. A boy's voice came through. She sounded flustered, saying she was with a classmate and would be right back. She quickly dressed, absentmindedly said "I'm leaving," and turned to leave.
I thought I'd finally managed to get her out, ready to have a good time, but after that, I was completely disappointed. I felt like my 80 yuan was wasted. For several days, I frequented Sina chat rooms, sending private messages to anyone I suspected was a woman: "One-night stand?" Each time, it was like throwing a stone into the sea, only to be met with insults. And then, unexpectedly, I ran into Elena.
"How old are you?"
Elena asked.
"28."
I deliberately concealed my age to make myself seem younger.
"Oh!"
she replied, then remained silent for a while.
"A one-night stand?"
I sent it again.
"No, you're too young,"
Elena answered.
"I like older women, how old are you?"
I started pestering her.
"I'm 42,"
she answered decisively, then fell silent again.
"Perfect! A one-night stand?"
I deliberately pestered her, though secretly I felt a little disgusted having sex with such an old woman.
"What do you do?"
she asked.
I told her I was a graduate student at XX College.
"Okay,"
Elena replied after a slight hesitation.
We exchanged phone numbers and agreed to call her when I got to her apartment building.
I sat at my computer desk, lit a cigarette, and slowly exhaled smoke rings while drinking coffee, wondering if I should go meet her, since she was indeed quite old!
After finishing my cigarette, I threw the butt on the ground and cursed, "Damn it, even if she's a sow, I'd still go for it!"
Then I took a taxi straight to Elena's house near the train station.
Thirty minutes later, I appeared downstairs at the building she mentioned. It was a rather old apartment building, but it had access control and was clean, so it seemed to be a decent neighborhood. I dialed her number, and Elena poked her head out of a fifth-floor window, glanced at me, and tossed down a key wrapped in newspaper.
When I arrived at her door, Elena was already waiting for me. She looked much better than the haggard housewife I had imagined half an hour earlier. Despite her ordinary appearance, she was elegant in demeanor and spoke appropriately, giving off a good aura. I felt a little relieved.
"Have you eaten?"
She looked at me, her gaze peaceful and sincere. Only then did I notice two dishes and a soup, as well as a pot of fragrant rice, on the coffee table in the living room.
"Oh, not yet."
At that moment, I was actually quite hungry.
"Let's eat together then,"
Elena said, picking up a bowl, ladling rice, and handing it to me.
A warm feeling welled up inside me; to be honest, I was incredibly touched… Elena's cooking smelled delicious, but I told myself to eat less so I wouldn't be restricted in my exercise later and embarrass myself.
After dinner, Elena tidied the coffee table while saying, "Go take a shower, then go lie down in the bedroom for a while."
At that moment, all my unease and slight tension vanished.
The air conditioner was already on in the bedroom, and the temperature was very comfortable. I wrapped a towel around myself and lay down on her huge Simmons bed, flipping through a photo album on the bed. It must have been a photo album of her and her daughter, with many pictures of the mother and daughter together. The daughter was clearly younger and more beautiful than her, and also more voluptuous. But the album was missing the male head of the household; I guessed she was a divorced woman living alone.
A moment later, Elena came in, wearing a violet bathrobe, and lay down beside me. I pointed to the girl in the photo album and said to her, "Your daughter has your air about her."
Elena smiled and said, "Yes, she's much prettier than I was when I was young."
I lay there quietly as Elena flipped through the photo album, telling stories about her daughter. My penis slowly became erect, forming a yurt shape against the towel. Elena smiled faintly, and I casually slipped my hand inside her bathrobe, groping her soft breasts. Clearly, her body couldn't withstand the ravages of time; her breasts weren't particularly full. I was slightly disappointed, but not wanting to be impolite, I patiently and persistently teased her nipples.
Elena's body reacted quickly; she proactively untied the belt of her bathrobe, revealing her naked body.
Elena's skin was slightly dry, likely a sign of age. Her breasts were slightly sagging, and her nipples were swollen and erect from my stimulation. While her lower abdomen wasn't overweight, it had some unsightly lines. Her pubic hair was sparse and light, exactly what I loved.
We embraced, and Elena kissed me first. Her kissing technique was excellent; her tongue was small and agile, a skill far beyond what one would expect from someone her age.
My hands roamed between her legs, which were already wet, so I rolled over and straddled her. Elena lifted her hips slightly, allowing me easy penetration. But Elena was, after all, a woman in her forties, and her vagina was noticeably looser. With ample lubrication, my thrusting was unimpeded.
I can't explain why, but at that moment, my movements became somewhat out of control, and I quickly began thrusting with all my might. Elena supported my hips, trying to calm me down, but I just couldn't slow down. She then placed her hands on my waist, letting me thrust wildly. My mind was filled only with the "slap slap..."
sound of flesh colliding. In less than five minutes, I ejaculated, but I felt my semen flowing into her body, without the exhilarating feeling of ejaculation.
I lay exhausted beside her, my penis limp and drooping, though it hadn't quite shrunk yet.
Elena smiled at me and said, "Haven't done it in a while?"
"Yeah,"
I replied, feeling slightly apologetic.
Elena didn't blame me at all. She lay on her side beside me, gently stroking my chest and thighs, kissing my nipples, and reaching out to hold my testicles, gently stroking them. This caress was more powerful than any verbal teasing, and I quickly became erect again, feeling even more intensely than the first time.
Just as I was about to get up, Elena grabbed me and said shyly, "I want to go upstairs."
I looked into her eyes and said, "Okay."
Elena sat on my lap, reached out and guided my penis into her, then slowly rotated and ground it. In this position, I could comfortably enjoy sex and observe her body's changes at any time, which felt very pleasant. Whether it was the stimulation from the previous sex or her intentional contraction of her vagina, her vagina was noticeably tighter. As the speed of her rotation and grinding increased, her face and chest flushed, her gaze became hazy, and her breathing became more and more rapid.
I quietly lifted my lower body to stimulate her clitoris more intensely, and Elena began to moan with pleasure, licking her upper lip with her tongue. I put my left index finger into her mouth, and Elena took it in, sucking hard, making indistinct
moans of "ooh... oh... oh..."
Elena's orgasm came very quickly. At that moment, she covered her mouth tightly, her body trembling. Her vaginal contractions were not very strong, but a lot of fluid flowed out, gushing out down my penis and wetting my testicles and the sheets beneath me. Later I learned that it should be considered squirting, but I didn't realize it at the time.
I glanced at my watch; exactly fifteen minutes had passed. Elena seemed to have entered a hazy, dreamlike state, lying limply on her back, the flush on her face and chest lingering.
I rolled over and straddled her, penetrating her vagina and thrusting forcefully. After about a hundred thrusts, I rolled her over again and thrust from behind. Elena lay helplessly on the bed, letting me ravage her as I pleased.
At that moment, I suddenly felt an urge to penetrate her anus. I secretly smeared her vaginal fluid on the entrance of her anus, and easily inserted my right thumb into it. Elena offered no resistance, but when I withdrew my penis and tried to insert it into her anus, she instinctively tightened her anus, blocking my intrusion. After doing this three times, I gave up, wiped the head of my penis with a tissue, and thrust wildly into her vagina a hundred times or so, finally ejaculating.
Elena took out a wet wipe to clean my penis, then went to the bathroom to wash herself. Exhausted, we embraced and fell asleep.
I woke up around 7 PM. The streetlights were just coming on in the nearby train station square.
I got up to say goodbye. Elena looked reluctant to leave. I insisted on going back to my dorm, and she didn't try to stop me, only saying, "Come again sometime."
Sitting on the bus, my mind was a bit hazy. The scenes from earlier were both clear and blurry, like a dream, like a shadow, like an illusion. Looking back at the receding train station square, I finally believed it was all real.
A week later, I went to Elena's house again. She had just returned from a business trip. We spent the night together like newlyweds. I ejaculated three times, and she came twice. She gave me oral sex once, which felt great. After all, she was a mature woman, and her thoughtfulness was something no young girl could do.
Later, her daughter returned home from university, and our rendezvous ended for two months. Before summer vacation, while her daughter was back at school for exams, I stayed at her house for three days. To avoid being seen, we didn't go out at all. Aside from eating and sleeping, we spent the rest of our time making love. The room was filled with the scent of hormones, keeping me constantly aroused.
The last time we met was at the end of September that year. Elena asked me hesitantly if I liked her. I suddenly felt things might be getting out of my control, so I said, "I like you, I like these days with you."
Elena nodded thoughtfully, then fell silent.
That night, Elena was exceptionally passionate, making love to me in various positions, and even offering her anus… That night, I was almost completely exhausted.
The next day, I took a taxi back to school and received a text message from Elena: "I'm very happy with you. I wish you happiness for the rest of your life."
I understood it was a hint of breaking up, so I replied: "I'm happy too. I wish you happiness."
Three years ago, I was on a business trip to City C. I found a public phone booth and dialed the number Elena had given me. I heard that familiar voice: "Hello, who is this?"
I didn't answer, quickly hung up, and felt a slight sense of loss. Without realizing it, I found myself standing downstairs at Elena's apartment building. It was another spring evening with the streetlights just coming on, and warm light shone from Elena's window.
I walked away silently, carrying my sincere blessings for Elena. Perhaps she had already found her own place. I knew that my call wasn't about clinging to the past or trying to hold onto anything; it was simply about touching that familiar feeling with my ears.
The past is the past, and experiences, if genuinely given, deserve to be cherished, even if only in a small, insignificant corner of our hearts.
[The End]

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