Xiaoqiang and the mature woman

Xiaoqiang was a man who had a strong affinity for mature women. Women older than him, with full, well-proportioned figures, were a fatal attraction for him. He was drawn to the genuine emotions revealed in their voluptuous bodies. He had always wanted to write about this experience, not for anyone else to see, but because of a strange, deep-seated thought within himself—perhaps a recollection, perhaps to leave something behind.

Xiaoqiang met her in Beijing. In a small village nestled within a large industrial area, the village was filled with migrant workers. The desolation he had experienced when he first arrived had transformed into a bustling scene. At night, the city's unique atmosphere of revelry filled the air; men and women, fat and thin, swayed and danced with the city's hustle and bustle until late into the night.

She lived next door to him then, four years younger than him. She didn't have a boyfriend at the time, and he had just broken up with his girlfriend.
One summer evening, after returning to his dorm, he saw her carrying equipment up the stairs to her apartment. Her full, rounded hips swayed laboriously as she climbed. Just as she was about to stop and rest, she turned her head. He saw a round, attractive face, slightly thick lips, a neat ponytail, and full legs standing there without a crack in the floor. Sweat streamed down her forehead. He thought that they were neighbors in the same building, even if they lived together for ten or eight years without ever exchanging a word, or even becoming acquainted. But when a girl needed help, some things felt obligatory. He quickly took a few steps forward: "Let me help you carry it!" She smiled faintly: "Thank you!" He said, "No need to be so modest, I just happened to be there! Hehe." So he picked up the box and started climbing. The box wasn't heavy for him, maybe twenty or thirty pounds. He asked her, "Which floor do you live on? I'll help you carry it up." She said, "The fifth floor." He said, "I live on the fifth floor too!" He then asked, "How long have you lived here?" "How come I've never seen you before? He lives on the fifth floor too!" She said she'd lived there for half a year and hadn't seen her either, which was strange! He said maybe everyone's busy with work, it's normal. As he spoke, they arrived at her door, which was only separated from his by a wall. He opened the door, helped her carry her things inside, and glanced around at the layout of the room—simple, a bed, a TV, a water dispenser, a fan, a table, very tidy (compared to his doghouse). Then he turned to leave, saying, "Sit for a while and have some water!" He said no, and she didn't try to stop him. At the door, he turned back and said, "Now that we're familiar, if you need anything, just knock on my door. If you don't want to go out, you can knock on the wall and he'll hear you, haha." She said, "Okay! I might have to trouble you a lot in the future."

That's how they became acquainted. Later, she came to his room a few times, each time staying until after 11 pm. It was only then that he found out she had also broken up with her boyfriend six months prior and moved there. Perhaps because he was still grieving the separation from his girlfriend on New Year's Eve, he never dared to casually bring up matters of the heart again. So whenever Lang Tuozhi came to sit there after just taking a shower, wearing a long dress and nightgown, he would just watch her from behind without wanting to touch her at all.

Two years passed in a blur. She got married, saying that if she didn't get married soon, she would become a spinster. Meanwhile, he lived a very closed-off life for the past four years, and she came to his place less and less often, until she stopped coming altogether. After their marriage, her husband worked in an industrial area 50 kilometers away from the city, while she continued to live alone next door. Her husband would come to her place every Saturday and leave on Sunday afternoon. Every time he returned, he could vaguely hear moans and indistinct conversations from his neighbor. At that moment, all his past troubles and unhappiness vanished. He fantasized about being with her in bed, using every method to make love to her, imagining her full, rounded legs tightly clamped together, his penis thrusting in and out of her vagina between them. He would masturbate while listening to their sounds of lovemaking, and afterwards, he would forget all about it.

Two years later, he got married in a whirlwind romance. His wife was someone he didn't feel much for; perhaps it was fate, but somehow they ended up together. After the marriage, he still lived in that room and remained her neighbor. However, her husband rarely came over, while his wife stayed with him every day. That's how things started. He had known her for four years since New Year's Eve, and everything was only just beginning.

It was a summer night. The southern summer was humid and stifling, the whole city restless in that atmosphere. His wife was working the night shift that night. He had just finished dinner and left home when he received a text from her saying the light bulb was broken. She had just bought a new one but was afraid to install it for fear of being electrocuted. He immediately knocked on her door. She had probably just gotten home and hadn't had time to change it. He took the bulb, installed it, and turned on the switch. The light was working. He turned to leave when she said, "Have some water?" Hearing this, he suddenly remembered the first time he met her four years ago—it was the same thing she had said! Suddenly, he realized that the past four years hadn't changed much. She was still the same as before, only her figure was fuller, perhaps because she had given birth; her breasts were more prominent. For some reason, he sat down on the edge of the bed. She got him a glass of water, which he drank in one gulp. She got him another glass, and they chatted. At first, it was casual conversation, mainly about work, but later they talked about family. Her expression darkened, as if she had something unspeakable to say, and he suddenly felt a strange pang in his heart. He said, "Actually, I liked you four years ago." Hearing this, she was startled: "Why are you saying this now!" He said it was true, but at that time he felt he lacked a career foundation, and his girlfriend had left him because of this, so he was very insecure and didn't dare confess to her. She turned to look at him, not responding to his words, just watching him quietly. Everything had happened so suddenly… On impulse, he put down his water glass, pulled her into his arms, and she didn't say anything, only sobbing softly. He held her tightly, letting her sob like a startled little bird. He cupped her face in his hands and gently kissed her lips. She resisted slightly, but this resistance was almost fleeting. She obediently parted her teeth and stuck out her tongue to kiss him. Then they kissed each other passionately, holding each other tightly. He touched her breasts; even through the fabric, he could feel their extreme fullness and tenderness. He unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her full, white breasts. His hand slipped inside her bra, finally touching her breasts—full and tender, a place he had fantasized about four years ago. He kneaded them vigorously for a while, and her moans began. Her tongue stiffened, letting his tongue gently nibble at hers. He withdrew his hand and reached down to her genitals, unbuckling her jeans and slipping his hand inside her panties. Her thick labia were already overflowing with lubrication. He hadn't expected her to be so sensitive; the extremely pleasurable, slippery sensation was incredible. He stroked her labia with his fingers, moving them up and down, releasing his love... He smeared the fluid all over her vulva, then gently inserted his middle finger into her vagina. It slid in easily, and her moans became more frequent, louder, and more suppressed. He then used three fingers to insert into her vagina, thrusting in and out, bringing out a lot of vaginal fluid. He could even hear the wet sounds coming from her vagina as he thrust his fingers in and out. She was so wet, so very wet. He deliberately pulled his fingers out so they didn't touch her skin or underwear. When he pulled them out, his three fingers were covered in water, and a drop or two had dripped onto the floor. He made her look at him and put his fingers in her mouth to suck on them. She said, "Dirty..." He didn't say anything. He sucked his fingers clean and then kissed her. She opened her mouth and accepted his kiss. He then laid her flat on the bed and pulled off her pants, which were already soaked. He was probably too impulsive at the time. Having never tasted a woman's vagina before, he didn't think twice. He parted her full legs and buried his face inside her. He found her clitoris and rubbed it back and forth tightly with his lips. She could no longer suppress her moans and suddenly cried out in ecstasy, her whole body tensing, then collapsing. He really hadn't expected her to climax so easily! Her love juice covered his face. He stood up and quickly stripped off his shirt, and then hers. Four years of neighbors, now they faced each other naked. She covered her face, turning to the side. He stood there carefully admiring her body. She was very full (the word he used most often to describe her was "two steely breasts," and even now, thinking back to that moment, his penis still hardened). Her skin was fair and delicate, and her two full breasts spread out softly to the sides. One hand couldn't even grasp one—they were too big! Her legs were still warm from the afterglow of her orgasm, tightly pressed together, with no gap between them except for a small tuft of pubic hair. Her buttocks, pressed to the sides because she was lying flat, formed a perfect line with her legs, giving the impression of baby fat, roundness, and tenderness.

His penis, though not yet at its peak, felt ready to explode at any moment. Without a second thought, he pressed heavily against her body, his penis pressed tightly between her legs. She kept her legs tightly closed, and although he had penetrated her vagina without even touching her labia, she could definitely feel the hardness and heat of his penis. He cupped her breasts in his hands, the full, smooth sensation rippling through his body. He buried his head between her breasts, inhaling her sweet, untouched fragrance, and then eagerly sucked and even lightly bit her nipples. Her moans began again. Her legs slowly opened, and his penis, as she did, pressed against her labia. His glans, throbbing with desire... Lubricated by her love juices, he slid his penis between her labia. Sometimes, when he touched her clitoris, she would shudder and let out a loud moan. He spread her breasts, lifted her buttocks with both hands, and completely separated her legs. He aimed his penis at her vaginal opening and slowly inserted it. He thought it would be a little difficult because of her love juices, but when he inserted it, he found it was surprisingly smooth. Later, she had mentioned it, and he had also realized it, that her body was very sensitive, especially before making love with him. If he kissed her lightly, or touched her buttocks or breasts through a sliver, she would quickly become incredibly wet. He still remembered the embarrassed expression on her face when she said that.
His penis was fully inserted. Her vagina was warm, and he had never found that comfortable feeling with any other woman since they parted. He thrust a few times, and suddenly felt like he was about to ejaculate. How could it be so fast? He tried to hold back from ejaculating, but he couldn't. She writhed beneath him, and with just that slight movement, he lost control. The desire he had held for her for four years was instantly released inside him. His penis throbbed continuously inside her vagina. She opened her half-closed eyes: "You ejaculated?" He said, "Yeah, he was too fast, I'm sorry..." She didn't say anything, and his penis didn't come out. He just lay on top of her like that. She looked at him with loving eyes, her hands stroking his hair. Time suddenly stopped at that moment... His penis went soft and slowly slid out of her vagina, sticking to her legs. He got up and took a tissue to wipe her labia and the semen flowing from her vagina. She lay there, obediently letting him do as he pleased. After wiping, he lay down beside her. She suddenly rolled over and lay on top of him, her full breasts pressing tightly against his chest. Her messy ponytail hung down on his face, tickling him. She looked at him deeply: "He gave it to you. Actually, he didn't tell you. He also wanted to give it to you once." He pulled her towards him, hugged her tightly, and stroked her back and plump buttocks with both hands... After she returned from her place on New Year's Eve, he felt inexplicably guilty. He was afraid that they would both fall into this immoral relationship. But then he thought about it and felt strangely at ease. After all, they were already married, and it was not easy for things to get out of control. She had also said that this was the first and last time. Thinking that they probably wouldn't have anything else happen between them in the future, he felt much more relieved.

A month later, she moved away, not far from him, but in a remote and secluded place. For a month, they didn't meet. He began to think constantly about her full figure, her round buttocks, her large breasts, her vagina slick with love juice, and her labia covered in slippery love juice. He couldn't stop thinking about it, and even when he was having sex with his wife, he would close his eyes and fantasize about her in order to ejaculate. Finally, one day in late summer, he received a text message from her after get off work, saying she was waiting for him in the woods by a certain road. The south was quite chaotic at the time, and he was worried about her safety. The woods were also rather secluded and remote. He had just finished get off work when he received the message, lied to his wife, and took a taxi to the edge of the woods. When he entered, it was already dark. Seeing her, his penis throbbed with desire. He didn't know if it was appropriate to have sex in this situation, or if she just wanted to see him or wanted to have sex. But he could tell she was also aroused; her chest heaved. Because it wasn't too dark yet, he didn't dare make any sudden movements. He held her hand tightly and pulled her deeper into the woods. Only then did he notice a police post about fifty meters away outside the woods. He was amazed by her thoughtfulness; this place was not only secluded but also absolutely safe. No one would dare to rob near a police post! They found a clean spot in a clearing deep in the woods and sat down. It was far from the horse pack outside. He looked around and saw no one else. He turned and hugged her tightly. She didn't struggle and responded to his deep kisses. He said he missed her, he wanted her. She didn't speak, letting his hands roam freely over her body. He touched her labia again, already soaking wet. He inserted three fingers into her vagina, thrusting in and out. Her juices flowed freely again. He asked her, "Did you sleep with your husband during that time?" She said, "Yes, but I don't really want him to touch me. Every time I have to sleep with him, he thinks of you." Her feelings were so similar to his. He felt another surge of desire, and his right hand thrust faster in and out of her vagina. Suddenly, she pleaded, pulling herself into his arms: "Hold him tight, he's coming!" He held her tightly, his right hand moving faster. She suddenly convulsed, her legs trembling uncontrollably, and a gush of fluid spurted from her vagina. She released her pent-up desire. He later looked it up online and learned that women can ejaculate, a phenomenon known as squirting. That must have been her squirting! She lay limply in his arms, her belt completely unbuckled, her jeans pulled down, exposing her labia and half her buttocks to the air. His penis throbbed painfully; he wanted to enter her, he told her. She tried to pull her pants down and sit on him, but the jeans were too tight. Even pulling them down a little didn't help; her legs couldn't spread, and even sitting on him made it difficult to move. So he had her stand up, hold onto a tree trunk, and face him with her buttocks—those full, white, tender buttocks! They were exactly the buttocks he had been longing for! Round and facing him, perfect curves, without any protrusions or sharp edges, from her waist to her knees, a curve almost as if struck while still hot. He reached his left hand around to her lower abdomen, down, and touched her thick labia, then his penis. He pushed upwards, thrusting his lower body in. Her buttocks arched even higher, forming a perfect S-shape when viewed from the side, with a man standing at the curve of the S, thrusting upwards with all his might… He thrust in and out seven or eight times, then suddenly his ejaculation came! He breathed heavily and whispered in her ear: He was going to cum, ahh… She arched her buttocks upwards again. At that moment, he couldn't hold back any longer. A month of longing had amounted to nothing more than seven or eight short penetrations, leaving a large amount of semen inside her vagina. He was devastated. She still didn't speak, but hugged him and cried softly. He asked, "What happened?" She said, "He wants to be with you. He wants a divorce…" He was stunned. He forgot to pull down their pants. The thing he feared most had happened. Then she said something that put his mind at ease: "I've thought about it for a long time, but you can't get a divorce..." He said he really couldn't get a divorce. She glanced at him and said nothing more.

After returning home that day, he repeatedly warned himself not to see her again. However, things in this world are sometimes unpredictable.

It was already autumn. One day, he was assigned to a short business trip to Panyu. He was on an air-conditioned bus, the kind of seat everyone knows, unlike the more spacious seats on a regular bus, where you sit close together. He got on the bus and walked to the back. A familiar figure appeared before him—it was her... She was sitting alone by the window, gazing out the window idly. Just as he noticed her, she turned her head as if by telepathy and saw him. Their eyes met in surprise. He pretended nothing was wrong and sat down in the seat next to her, his arm close to hers. She asked him some questions. It turned out she was going to Panyu to deliver something to her husband. He touched her hand and gripped it tightly. She gripped his hand just as tightly, her eyes vacant as she looked at him. That day, she was wearing a dress and black stockings, her full thighs exposed, incredibly alluring! He whispered to her, "Are you going to see him for 'that'?" She rolled her eyes at him: "You're crazy!" Then she turned to look out the window, pretending not to want to see him. He placed his briefcase between them. She turned back to him: "What?" He didn't answer. His left hand, concealed by the briefcase, slipped inside her skirt. The stockings were unusually comfortable, and it was easy for his hand to slip between her legs. She gasped in shock, "No, there are too many people here!" He chuckled and said, "It's okay, just spread your legs a little wider..." She hesitated for a moment but obediently spread her legs wide. His fingers touched her labia through her underwear—very prominent labia, which she could clearly feel even through the fabric. She looked down at his hand moving inside her skirt, her head bowed. He whispered, "Is it wet?" She bit her lip gently, "Don't touch me anymore, it's making me suffer so much..." He said okay, he wouldn't touch her anymore. Then he pulled his hand behind her back and touched her buttocks, gently caressing her cleft. Her buttocks were full but not fat, fleshy but not sagging. He had never encountered such exquisite buttocks again. He touched her for a while, and she whispered with her head down, "He misses you so much..." He knew she was aroused, so he brought his hand back to touch her labia, which were completely wet. The labia were exceptionally slippery because of the lubrication. He inserted his middle finger into her vagina. She asked him in shock, "Did you put your finger in?" He said yes. She said no, afraid someone would find out. He said, "Don't worry, no one will see." There were people in the seats next to them, and only three rows of seats behind were empty. Who could see? She was relieved. He told her to spread her legs wider, and she obediently did so. He inserted his ring and middle fingers into her vagina simultaneously, rubbing her clitoris with his thumb as he thrust in and out. She covered her mouth to stifle her cries, occasionally raising her eyes to signal him to stop, but he became even more smug, ignoring her and thrusting faster and rubbing her clitoris more intensely… Finally, in just about three minutes, she climaxed. At the moment of climax, her whole body convulsed, her head buried in her legs, her legs… She continued to twist and contort, clutching her mouth tightly with the hem of her skirt, her right hand gripping his thigh tightly for a long time… Later, their contact became more open. They both knew it wouldn't affect their families, so they were very open. Although she always told him she loved him, that she would leave her husband to be with him, and that even if he didn't divorce his wife, she would divorce hers to be his lover, thus eliminating all her worries and guilt, she never dared to make a hasty decision. He also forbade her from having such thoughts again, saying that if she really did that, she would lose him too. He didn't want her to divorce; he was leaving for the south, and they wouldn't see each other for a long time. She would gradually forget him and live a happy life. He couldn't ruin his life because of a momentary emotion. If they were truly destined for each other, they should stay together for life. Even if they never met again, even if they might not think of each other often in the future, being able to feel warmth in their hearts when they did think of each other was a steadfast commitment. This was what he said to her after they had made love, lying naked on the bed, holding her delicate body. Her eyes were sparkling, like an innocent young boy. He couldn't bear it, and tears welled up in his eyes, but he forced them back. Instead, he poured all his tears onto his chest.

During sex, he always ejaculated very quickly, sometimes in less than a minute. Then one time, in her rented apartment, he ejaculated again very quickly. Afterwards, they took a shower and went back to bed. She gently stroked his penis (she rarely did this before), and it became erect again. She told him to lie down, and he obediently lay down, anticipating what he was waiting for… She lay between his legs, her buttocks facing him, revealing the center of her full buttocks… Her plump labia parted, revealing Lang Lingqing's pink vagina. He touched her buttocks with both hands, occasionally using his right finger to stroke her labia and the pink flesh of her vulva. She moaned, bent down, and took his penis into her mouth… He couldn't believe it. Years ago, he had asked her for permission, but she wouldn't allow it. Yet that day, she willingly took his penis into her mouth. His penis throbbed in her mouth, fully erect. He said, "My darling, faster, faster…" Her sucking movements became faster and faster. Finally, she breathed a sigh of relief and sat up. He didn't feel any urge to ejaculate, but his penis… He was as hard as iron. He suddenly sat up, embracing her from behind as she sat on his stomach. He laid her down on the bed, parted her legs, and knelt on the floor, using slippers under his knees. He didn't care about anything else, and thrust inside her. He pumped hard, her breasts heaving violently under his frenzied thrusts. He gripped her hips tightly, pulling her towards him with each stroke, then pushing her away forcefully. She moaned loudly, saying, "So hard, so hard..." That day, he actually lasted over an hour before ejaculating, trying every possible position. He made her stand with her back to him, her buttocks raised; he forcefully penetrated her vagina while she faced him, her legs pressed tightly together; he made her lie on the bed with her buttocks raised to welcome him; he made her lie on her side behind him, crossing their legs and touching her clitoris as he deeply penetrated her… They even moved to the balcony, the kitchen, and the bathroom. That morning was very wild, and she couldn't remember how many orgasms he had. When he was about to ejaculate, she gave him oral sex, and he ejaculated all the remaining semen into her mouth. She swallowed it and said it felt like it was stuck in her throat, very painful and difficult to endure. She felt a little better after drinking some water. His penis ached for an entire afternoon afterward. The next day, she texted him saying her lower body hurt terribly, even climbing stairs was painful… After that, every time they made love, he could last at least half an hour, exhausting her until she was on the verge of death before ejaculating. Several times, she still swallowed his semen despite her sore throat. Once, she said it wasn't her safe period but didn't want to swallow it, so he pulled out his penis from her floor just before ejaculating and left hurriedly. She never wanted to let the semen sink into the pool, until the next day when the semen dried on its own. That afternoon, her husband came and made love to her, and she still looked at the pool of semen, fantasizing that it was him on top of her.

Another time, while they were having sex, her husband came home and knocked on the door. They were both terrified because she had always been afraid this day would come, so she had never given him a key. After knocking for a while and receiving no response, her husband called her to ask if she was off work. At that moment, she was kneeling on the bed, and he was half-kneeling behind her, thrusting into her violently. She tried to keep her breathing flat and said that she had just gotten off work and was going down the stairs. She would be home in an hour. He told her to go to the supermarket and buy some snacks... After her husband left, they made love wildly for the last ten minutes or so. She asked him to ejaculate inside her vagina, but he said no, that she wasn't in her safe period, and what if her husband found out when he came back and had sex with her? She said it was okay, she would get some out later and then have sex with her husband again, and he wouldn't find out. She also wanted to have his child, so that would be more convenient in terms of time. The woman was too audacious; he was startled, but he still ejaculated inside her. Afterward, she wouldn't let him pull out until she had her orgasm.

Two weeks later, he left for the south. Another two weeks later, in a northern city, he received a text message from her: "Baby, I'm pregnant. It's from that time, it's yours. I'll give birth and raise it well. If you have the chance in the future, come visit them! I'll send you photos then..." About ten months later, the child was born safely, and she sent a photo; the child looked like him. Between the ages of one and three, she would send photos every now and then. Looking at his adorable daughter in the photos, he felt a mix of emotions, mostly self-reproach, but he couldn't show it to her. She was completely immersed in this illicit relationship, and her husband, having been unfaithful before their affair began, had become somewhat distant. He sometimes wondered if her initial intention was revenge against her husband, but later he dismissed that idea. He could see in her eyes when she was young that she was with him, giving him genuine feelings, while he was more drawn to her beautiful, full body and sexual desire. Now that their daughter was three, he felt a deeper affection for her and the child—a kind of familial love, but this love was far beyond their reach, and they would never meet again in this life.

Child, he has wronged you and your mother. If there is a future for him, he will do anything to make amends.

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