My exciting experiences with middle-aged women

That year, I was working in sales. I was fired from the company because of poor performance. I had no place to live and no money, so I was searching everywhere for a place to stay.
One day at a high school reunion, I was complaining about my homelessness when a female officer said to me, "Li Zi, why don't you stay at our place?"
This classmate was quite pretty; I'd liked her since childhood. However, she never really respected me; she was the kind of girl who was very materialistic. I knew that when her father died, he left behind a large military-grade house, the kind for two generations. There was a three-bedroom and a two-bedroom apartment in the same building. I just couldn't understand why she would let me stay there.
I asked with a grin, "Have you thought it through? Planning to let me go?"
The female officer sneered, "Don't be so conceited. I live at my husband's house, I mean my old house. I separated from that old hag. She lives in the three-bedroom apartment; the two-bedroom is just sitting idle. I can't let her live too comfortably. She only wants Dad's house; she wants it all! No way! Without her causing trouble for Dad, he wouldn't have died so young. Such a healthy person, just like that, he couldn't take it anymore."
Although this good fortune came unexpectedly, having a place to live, even a haunted house, is worth it, especially a two-bedroom apartment.
During the move, I ran into the "old hag." She wasn't very old, forty-two. She seemed helpless about my moving in, but still quite annoyed. She coldly watched me and the female officer move, slamming the door shut, but I still had a deep impression of her.
I heard she used to be a nurse, so she always had a very upright posture. What surprised me even more was her clothing. She wore a rather short skirt, inappropriate for her age—definitely not super short, but most of her thighs were exposed. To be honest, her thighs were a bit thick and fleshy.
She wore a short vest, made of some kind of light, flowing silk. Her breasts were round and clearly large, supported by a bra. She had gained some weight, but insisted on wearing tight-fitting clothes. Of course, overall, she was quite well-proportioned.
What impressed me most was her baby face. Although wrinkles appeared, her two almond-shaped eyes still slanted upwards, giving her a very alluring, almost demonic, air. I say demonic because she gave off a trembling impression. When she walked, her breasts, perhaps because they had sagged, trembled slightly, and the flesh on her thighs also jiggled, as if they were filled with liquid that flowed up and down with her movements.
The female officer closed the door and said to me, "Keep an eye on her for me. That old hag is a slut. She tormented my dad to death, and now she's looking for other men. I'll find solid evidence to kick her out sooner or later. You stay here, don't be polite to her. Be my spies, make her uncomfortable and unhappy." I readily agreed.
The evidence of her slutty behavior actually came quickly. A young man, about my age, handsome, and seemingly normal, started coming. Soon, I could predict his arrival. First, the old hag would buy a lot of things, cooking and preparing a feast, the aroma wafting over. As soon as the boy arrived, the house would be filled with laughter and chatter, then fall silent.
One day, I finally understood what lay behind the silence. That day, coincidentally, I went to the toilet, and suddenly, I heard a clear sound from the drain (the bathroom drain in this apartment). I immediately realized it was the sound of a man and woman making love.
The man kept yelling, "You old slut...you old slut...uh...uh...I'll kill you!"
The woman, meanwhile, made laughable "ouch...ouch..." sounds, each "ouch"
a rhythmic repetition, interspersed with trembling voices: "A little longer...I just felt good...a little longer...don't pull out...what are you doing, come on...thrust a few more times...a few more times and I'll come (orgasm)...just a few more thrusts...hurry...hey, don't ejaculate..."
Immediately afterward, the man cried out "ah...ah...", clearly having ejaculated.
The woman then let out another frightening scream, but soon the two began arguing, and the man slammed the door and left.
One evening, when I went out to buy the evening newspaper, I ran into the old hag, her eyes red, taking out the trash. She avoided my gaze, but I could tell the man had given up and left. To be honest, she suddenly looked rather pitiful; there were obvious red marks on her thighs and arms, clearly from the man's angry pinching.
The old hag closed the door, and I didn't see her for several days.
My encounter with her was because I got drunk, completely out of it. When I'm drunk, all the troubles of life come out: no house, a failing career, no woman… the more I suffered, the more I drank, and the more I drank, the more miserable I became.
I was drunk to the point where I truly knew nothing. I don't even know how I got upstairs, and when I did, I couldn't find the keyhole. In the end, I just lay down by the door.
At that moment, the old hag came out, looking at me coldly, and finally dragged me into the house. Before I even got into bed, I started vomiting, vomiting all over myself… I really don’t remember anything after that.
All I know is that when I woke up in the morning, I saw the old hag dozing off by the bedside. I don’t know when I was stripped naked and lying cleanly on the bed, the room still smelling of vomit. But there was nothing on the floor; it was clearly cleaned up.
When I woke up, she woke up too. I apologized to her, and she explained that she hadn’t left because she saw I had drunk too much, and that alcohol poisoning could easily kill someone; I was practically dead.
We became friends like that. She often came over to chat and sometimes brought me food. Eventually, we had sex, which became a natural progression.
I remember that night we couldn’t sleep, so we chatted over a bottle of red wine. As we chatted, she mentioned the heat and said, "Little Li, we're friends now, you should call me 'Big Sister'!"
I quickly replied, "Okay, Big Sister."
She said, "Then I won't stand on ceremony, I'll change into something comfortable."
A while later, she came out wearing a short nightgown. The moment she put it on, I felt a surge of excitement. First, her large
breasts ; when she sat, her thighs parted and closed, always making me wonder what lay between them, though I couldn't see anything, and I'd spilled some wine.
As she bent down to wipe the floor, I finally saw her plump buttocks, snow-white and blood-red; and in the middle of her buttocks, from sitting for so long, two swollen
red mounds had formed, even more alluring. My penis instantly hardened.
She turned around, noticed my strange expression, and sat down next to me with a smile. My heart pounded. She calmly asked, "Xiao Li, why don't you
have a girlfriend?"
I said, "Right now, nobody's with me!"
She looked at me: "Actually, you're pretty good. I know why 'she' arranged for you to come here, but you didn't speak ill of me or help her."
I laughed and said, "If I helped her, I'd have nowhere to live."
She continued, "Xiao Li, when an older man has sex with a young girl, everyone thinks it's fine. But when an older woman has sex with a young
man , everyone thinks it's wrong. Do you think that's right?"
I didn't answer. She continued, "Tell me, if you were in that situation, what would your attitude be?" I pretended not to be interested and said, "That depends on who it is.
With a figure and charm like yours, I'd be more than happy!"
She looked at me without moving, and I pounced on her to tear off her clothes. She pushed me away: "Don't rush, I'll take them off myself. Don't ruin them."
She took off her pajamas and stood naked in front of me.
Her breasts had clearly been nibbled on by many men; the snow-white skin made her nipples appear even darker, and the lines on them were messy, large, and
round . Her lower abdomen was slightly protruding. What I was most interested in was the area between her thighs—a tuft of curly hair.
I pushed her down forcefully, pulled out my penis, and thrust it inside. Her vulva was already wet; when I parted her legs, there was white fluid on
the opening . The vaginal opening was quite high; even with her legs closed, I could see the slit, unlike some women whose vaginal openings were too low, requiring their legs to be fully spread to be visible.
Her shape was interesting; her clitoris was very small, almost inconspicuous. Her labia majora were ridiculously short, not resembling lips at all; when erect, they looked like two round, arched
hills, tinged with purple.
She spread her legs wide, watching me examine her vaginal opening. I stuck a finger in and probed inside. It was hot and wet, my entire finger enveloped by flesh,
not a single gap.
She looked at me anxiously and asked, "Have you studied it enough?" I rubbed her vaginal opening with my hand again, and she began to moan, her whole body trembling and
twisting.
I aimed at the opening and inserted my penis. The moment it went in, a surge of heat shot from the glans to my testicles to my tailbone, then straight to the top of my head.
Her vagina was very firm, so it didn't feel like inserting a hole, but rather like inserting a piece of flesh. It was as if the flesh inside her vagina was all fused together, and when you
inserted, you created a hole. So, each time you inserted, it felt like you were entering a different hole.
The old hag screamed terrifyingly, "It feels so good! Yes, right here… insert it here… yes… you have to push it in there too… push it in deeper." Her juices
flowed out , making a "glug-glug" sound.
Her labia were parted, so the fluid easily came out, sticky and slippery like oil, clinging to her buttocks and my testicles. Every time my testicles hit her buttocks
and then left, there was a "slap slap" sound.
She moaned, "Ouch... ouch..." just like I heard that day.
In between, she asked me, "How is it? Is it comfortable to fuck you, big sister?" I said, "Yours is so thick, I can't get all the way in." She grinned lewdly, "You're
almost piercing me through!"
I continued to thrust harder, but I always felt like I couldn't get all the way in, so I put in extra effort. But then I couldn't hold on any longer. Plus, the flesh inside her vagina
kept rubbing against my glans, and her vaginal fluid was soaking my penis. My perineum twitched, my penis went numb, and my whole body trembled.
The semen I had been holding back for so long was released again and again, shooting into her vagina. With each ejaculation, her whole body seemed to twitch and
tremble in response. After I finished, she held me tightly for a while before starting to kiss me.
We then began to kiss. Her tongue skills were excellent, especially her unique technique: she would lick the top of my forehead with the tip of her tongue, making my mouth itch. I would then
wrap my tongue around hers, and she would suck my tongue into her mouth, slowly licking it with the tip of her tongue.
After intercourse, her chest and lower abdomen were flushed from the engorgement. I kissed her nipples, and she said, "Bite them, bite them gently." I
bit her nipples, and as I kissed my way down, she stopped me when I was about to lick her vaginal opening.
She was indeed medically trained; I learned many techniques from her. First of all, aside from thinking about it, she never let me touch her body. Not even her breasts,
her vaginal opening, or her arms. She said that touching her too much would make her less sensitive. We lived together, but never slept in the same bed, for the same reason.
She told me that hugging and kissing were the worst things for relieving sexual desire, and absolutely forbidden. Moreover, she said that if two people constantly touch each other's genitals, their sexual organs become less
sensitive , so they need to create a sense of unfamiliarity. Absence makes the heart grow fonder—that's the idea. If you can't be apart for long, then keep your distance. So, when I was hard and
she was wet, it was like dry wood meeting a raging fire. Her vagina was eager for me to penetrate, and my penis was eager to enter her wet flesh—it felt incredibly good.
I quickly realized she was right. Men sleep with women, and after a while, they lose interest, especially since she was a woman of her age. But
every time I was with her, I felt as eager as if I were sleeping with a stunningly beautiful woman. When I touched her vaginal opening and thrust hard into her plump vulva, I shuddered all over, feeling incredibly light
. I could clearly feel my penis parting her flesh and penetrating deep inside her body.
She absolutely refused oral sex, saying it was a lesbian thing. She laughed and said that if it were oral sex, she'd find a woman; finding a man meant a hard penis
thrusting in hard, the testicles hitting her labia and she'd feel like she was floating on air.
Once, I forced her to lick my penis, and she actually got upset and wanted to break up with me. She laughed and said, "The mouth is for eating, not for sex. Only when the penis
touches the vagina is it intercourse."
Gradually, I understood. With her, I felt my penis, especially the glans, was incredibly sensitive. Only with my penis could I make her
scream, make her moan, make her wet. So, I thrust my penis into her vulva with extra force, not wanting to stop, not wanting to ejaculate, wanting to stay inside.
She also objected to foreplay, absolutely refusing to rub her clitoris or touch her vagina. Her reason was that she orgasmed quickly, sometimes even using her hand. What she liked most
was the throbbing sensation of ejaculation inside her vagina, followed by the feeling of the penis soften and shrink, the orgasm gradually fading.
We did have foreplay, but we didn't talk about common lewd things; instead, we talked about our sexual histories. She forced me to recount my sexual history with other women,
demanding every detail, including how I started, how I undressed, what their bodies looked like, what their breasts looked like, what their breasts felt like, what the glans felt like when my penis
entered their vagina, when I ejaculated, and so on.
She then recounted her experiences: which men initiated contact with her, which she initiated contact with, the differences in sensations when penises penetrated, the feeling of a
short versus a long, thin one, and the various men who had given her pleasure... I started by asking her
about the incident I'd overheard in the bathroom. She said she was madly in love with that young man, a graduate student, with a refined appearance and an unusually shaped penis—delicate and cute,
white and plump. He liked to pull his penis completely out before thrusting it in again, sometimes causing her vaginal opening pain,
but every stimulation was excruciating.
That time in the bathroom was their last. The young man had found a girlfriend and didn't want to see her anymore; she had pestered him to have sex with her while he was showering. She
thought that if he enjoyed himself, he wouldn't leave her.
I said, "You're so horny, if you were younger you'd be selling yourself on the street." She retorted, "She wouldn't!"
She's actually quite picky; she'll never sleep with someone she doesn't like. She grinned lewdly and said, "If someone I don't like rapes me, I'll fight to the death to '
resist' them; if I like someone, I'll seduce them no matter what."
She started talking about the men she'd slept with, describing how it happened each time… Women talking like this is the most stimulating thing for men, because…
She's right in front of you, your penis has already felt good inside her countless times. You know how swollen she is, how much she wets,
how clings to you, how she rubs you. The thought of her moaning and groaning with other men, her penis wet, her body filled with their semen, really
arouses you. And over time, feelings develop. When you hear the woman you love talking about other men's penises and
how wet, you can't help but pounce on her and fuck her hard, proving you can make her feel better than that other man.
I know that's how you fall into her trap. But this was incredibly stimulating. I would often thrust in and out of her vagina while asking, "Did you
just say this is how you feel about ××?" Sometimes she would pant and giggle mischievously, "Almost... a little... deeper... and... it'll be... right."
Then I would thrust my penis as deep as I could into her vagina and ask, "Does he/she feel better, or do I feel better?" She would often deliberately say, "He/she
feels better . His/her... penis... is... thicker... and harder than yours, the... head... has more wrinkles, and it... is... harder... than yours. His...
frequency... is... fast, his... penis... has penetrated... all over my insides. He... made my insides... almost... hurt, both sore and numb, and when he ejaculated
... my... hole... is... full of... his semen!"
I'll thrust harder, making loud "plop, squelch" sounds, and then ask, "Now?" She'll say, "I can't quite say, but...more or less,
I...feel...like his...penis...is stabbing me." I'll then thrust even harder, inserting my penis into her vagina, stirring it back and forth, cursing, "You old
slut, who's stronger?"
Slowly, she'll reach orgasm and shout, "Darling...your...penis...is the strongest.
I...this old hag...am terrified of your penis. You...feel me...the most comfortable. Your...penis...is...the...best...in...the...world. I've
...forgotten...what...other people's penises...look...forgotten...how...they...felt...me."
I'll ask again, "Really forgotten?"
She would say, "Really... forgot. Their... dicks... are nothing compared to yours! This life... being with you...
wasn't a waste... being a woman. I can't bear to part with you. I... will never... date another man again, my... fat is all yours, I..."
"...My...fat...is...born for you...waiting...for you to come. If you don't...I...I'll...remember...how...you...made me. You say my
...fat is good, then I'll...keep my chastity for you...no other...penis...can't...go in...this...this...is...for you, let...your
...penis...come in, let you...only one person's penis pound it, let them drool...but I won't let...they touch it. Your penis...is hard and...big,
it poundes...hard, if other penises...pound me...I...won't feel anything anymore. You've...gone...you're done, from now on your...penis isn't
allowed...into anyone else, just...me alone. Just...me alone...my...my...is trembling..."
At this moment, her whole body would tremble wildly, screaming and shouting, and white semen would be everywhere. At first, there was plenty to talk about, but gradually the stories stopped being real and
she started telling dirty tales, practically embellishing the Twenty-Four Histories with erotic elements.
Another trick of hers, which I feel I must share, is her ability to cultivate a man's virility. Not the kind of qigong-like techniques found in adult literature,
but something simple and easy to do. Every time I was about to reach my limit from her tight, fleshy grip, she would sense I was about to ejaculate and push me away. Her theory was that as long as I didn't ejaculate,
I could do it again. My penis would be pushed away while still hard, and I could feel the urge to ejaculate gradually subsiding, but the desire to penetrate her would slowly
rise .
After a while, my penis would feel like it hadn't been penetrated at all. At this point, she would lift her legs again, deliberately opening and closing them to tease me into penetrating her, and I would
penetrate her . This was repeated several times until we both felt we had had enough, and then she would let me ejaculate inside her.
At this point, my penis had been holding back for so long, and each ejaculation felt like my body was exploding, shattering into pieces. Her vagina contracted with unusual
force, sucking on my penis. After ejaculating like this, my body would feel like it was floating, like I'd been on drugs. This way, we could have sex four or five times a night, but only ejaculate
once , without feeling tired.
She often said, "I don't want to be a vixen, draining you dry, I still want you to fuck me well!" Indeed, during that time, every friend who
saw me thought I looked radiant.
There was one problem with this: my testicles would always be erect but I wouldn't ejaculate, which could cause prostate problems. The old hag had a clever plan. After I ejaculated, she would prepare
a basin of hot water and have me soak my testicles in it until they weren't hard to the touch, meaning they weren't engorged anymore. After that, if I tried to penetrate
her again, she would absolutely refuse.
Our relationship wasn't all about sex; to be honest, we developed feelings for each other later. However, we only exchanged sweet nothings after we were done and cleaned up.
We would hug and kiss slowly, and I would gently nibble on her nipple. Sometimes she would cry and say, "I really want to have a child with you. All that semen you ejaculated
inside was wasted. If it's a boy, I'll teach him how to sleep with women, let him practice on my body first; if it's a girl, I'll let you deflower her, let you have a taste, so the good stuff
doesn't go to outsiders."
She would also murmur, "I love you, I really love you to death. But you can't want me. First, I'm old, and second, I've slept with other people,
several people. You'll dislike me, I'm definitely not good enough."
She said she wasn't always this promiscuous. It was in the hospital that a young soldier fell in love with her and wanted to commit suicide because of her. She felt sorry for
the soldier and agreed to let him sleep with her.
"How did it go?" I asked.
She grimaced, "Don't even mention it. That little thing is useless, though it's not small. But, the moment his penis touches my vaginal opening, he ejaculates, leaving
my covered in sticky semen. I won't let him kiss his penis, so he just keeps masturbating impatiently, and the more he masturbates, the less he can get an erection, probably because he's too
into masturbation and sexual fantasies. If we actually did it, it would be fine, but he won't stop until he penetrates my vagina. Finally, his penis got hard, and just as
he inserted it my vagina, someone pushed open the door to the preparation room."
"This time, the old man went crazy. My explanations and pleas were useless. He started abusing me, calling me a slut every day. I said I wanted a divorce, but he
refused, saying he couldn't let me off so easily. He beat me every day, and insisted on having sex with me. I couldn't stop him, and I took a lot of medication, which ruined my health. After he died, everyone
said I killed him, and they all called me a slut." She continued coldly, "Didn't you notice? Nobody in this courtyard pays attention to me. Those who talk to me..."
No. Later, I couldn't stand it anymore, and I thought: I can't bear the false reputation of being a slut for nothing. I started looking for men, and I never expected to discover
so
world.” At this moment, she acted like a little girl, coquettishly pinching my penis and asking, “Brother, what is this?”
Later, she actually got pregnant once. That time, it was because we went to a sanatorium run by one of her friends at the beach. She was still playing on the beach that night,
and I went to find her. I saw her walking ahead, her buttocks swaying and trembling, incredibly alluring. She sat down behind a small shop, and I pounced on her from behind
, deliberately tearing at her clothes like a rapist. She resisted for a long time, but when she realized it was me, she hit me hard, and then she said, “You're raping me
! I won't do it!”
I fought with her, struggling for half an hour before I finally pinned her down and shoved my penis inside. We forgot to take our pills and didn't use a condom in the wild, and we just went ahead and did it. She grinned mischievously
and said, "This feels like being raped is kind of fun. I'll definitely try it again sometime." I got excited again and started thrusting hard.
That time I was actually careful; I pulled out just before I ejaculated, but some still went in. Neither of us noticed, and I ended up pregnant.
For a few days, she actually talked to me about having a child, which terrified me.
Later, she did it anyway. Beforehand, she played around with me intensely. When a woman gets pregnant, her breasts immediately become full and swollen. She said that area also became exceptionally
sensitive.
Our relationship lasted a long time. I had many girlfriends afterward, but I maintained a relationship with her. Later, I worked in the insurance industry, which was incredibly stressful.
Being with her during that time helped me maintain a healthy mindset and vigorous state. My colleagues were always amazed at how energetic I always seemed.
Now I rarely feel that way anymore. Although I got promoted and no longer have to go to the front lines to solicit clients, I feel particularly prone to mental fatigue. Some things
nourish, some ruin; hers especially nourished. Therefore, the ancient Chinese saying "tender yin nourishes yang, old yin destroys yang" isn't entirely true, at least not in her case.
However, later she went through menopause, and her temperament changed drastically. I remember the last time we made love, she said, "Let's not do this anymore.
I can't feel anything anymore. My body feels like it doesn't belong to me anymore. I hate menopause. Just reminiscing about how we did it is enough."
I knocked on the door, but she never opened it. I blocked her at the door twice, but she wouldn't budge, even threatening to call the police. I don't know how a person can change so drastically. But after being with her, I felt my sexual ability greatly increased.

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