[Older Man, Younger Woman] (Ah Zhen, a Beautiful Young Wife) (34) Author: baxx1979

Author: baxx1979
Word Count: 7148

(Chapter 34)

Ah Zhen's strong character masked a fragile heart. She willingly did this for the old beggar. A kind
woman, her heart was as pure as a blank sheet of paper. She had never experienced the passionate
baptism . At this moment, her heart was completely filled with the image of the old beggar.

Ah Zhen curled her body, sucking on the old beggar's penis that had just been withdrawn from her. A few curly hairs
fell into Ah Zhen's cherry-like mouth with the oral sex. She gently pulled them out with her hand, tilting her head back to glance at
the old beggar. Seeing him like a determined hunter, smoking and exhaling smoke, she would have been furious
in the past . Now, she watched him like a kind wife.

Although the old beggar hadn't lasted long during their lovemaking, the physical contact had brought both of them to orgasm.
The spray of his semen, in particular, made Ah Zhen shudder. The thought of the semen still inside her
made her panic, but she didn't dare remove it in front of him.

Ah Zhen sat up, half-kneeling on the sofa. She shyly embraced the old beggar, her head gently resting against
his ribcage-revealing chest. She looked at him coquettishly as he smoked, oblivious
to her feelings. The old beggar, utterly lacking in tenderness, was only focused on his cheap cigarette.

Ah Zhen's intention was simple: she knelt hoping the semen would flow out. She dared not let the old beggar
know; his frenzied lovemaking gave her a sense of authority, like that of a head of the household.
So , and a glob of yellowish semen slowly rolled out from Ah Zhen's pink vulva, dripping
onto the sofa.

Both were exhausted, and soon they were sitting on the sofa. Ah Zhen checked the time; she didn't want
to go back . She felt exceptionally safe in this room she'd stayed in before. She gently pulled her clothes over her fair
skin. Watching the old beggar take his second cigarette, she said cautiously, "Don't smoke, it's bad for your health."

No one had ever said this to the old beggar before, and he was momentarily stunned. He'd smoked for decades
; it was like the most important thing in his life. Seeing Ah Zhen reach out to take his cigarette, he instantly became
unhappy . This wasn't like the last time Ah Zhen had turned away; now he was completely possessive. Ah Zhen was
his woman, and how could she tell him not to smoke?

A beggar is a beggar, and his expression reflected his mood. He glared at Ah Zhen, "
Woman , what do you know!" He actually scolded her. Ah Zhen was momentarily stunned; no man had ever treated
her like this before. Even when Old Xu was unhappy, he hadn't treated her like this.

Ah Zhen froze, unsure what to do. She felt incredibly wronged. She suddenly wondered if
the old beggar knew she had been squatting and had discovered the semen that had leaked out. She stammered, unsure how to
answer, and lacked the courage to turn and leave like last time.

She felt like a little rabbit caught doing something wrong, but she couldn't control her
emotions . She glared at him, lowered her head, and twisted the hem of her clothes with one hand. The old beggar, after his rebuke, said
nothing, continuing to smoke.

The air in the room froze. Ah Zhen was truly wronged, but her heart wasn't filled with hatred, but rather with
a sense of submission to the old beggar. She lowered her head, tears welling in her eyes, and gently rested her head
on the old beggar's arm: "You, what are you doing... why are you being so fierce..."

Hearing Ah Zhen's questioning, the old beggar also felt that he might be in the wrong, but he didn't quite understand where he went wrong.
Any man would feel soft-hearted when a woman has tears in her eyes, and the old beggar was no exception, even though he was a completely
clueless old-fashioned man.

Looking at the woman who now belonged to him, he embraced Ah Zhen with one arm. His natural tendency to lie kicked in;
in a hoarse voice, he wove a web of lies. He said he hadn't seen her for half a month, he was heartbroken, and didn't know
where to look for her. So, having just recovered from his injury, he could only wander around, afraid to ask anyone.
He even embellished the story of his encounter with Old Xu on the road, describing how Old Xu had kicked him and verbally abused him, rambling
on , making Ah Zhen feel angry, sad, and, most of all, heartbroken.

As the old beggar spoke, tears welled up in his eyes, a mixture of grievance and tears. He was indeed crying, but not
because of his story; rather, it was an unintentional stirring of his innermost feelings. He had finally, legitimately
, openly ejaculated into the body of the woman who belonged to him, and this beautiful woman had even spoken of
bearing him a child. He was truly moved to tears.

Seeing him cry, Ah Zhen's heart broke down as well. She quickly touched the old beggar's tearful face,
making his story even more believable. Ah Zhen leaned against him, gently comforting him:
"I'm here, I'm here. I'll take care of you. Don't be sad, I'm right here. You...you
want your son? You're crying, and I...I'm sad too. My son...he won't come..."

Ah Zhen's voice trailed off, but the old beggar seemed to grow happier with each word. His hands weren't idle; they wrapped around
Ah Zhen's white back, his calloused hands slipping under her clothes. He
pinched her full breast, his fingers digging into her already sunken pink nipple,
casually scratching back and forth with his black nails.

Ah Zhen shuddered. She had just said those comforting words to the old beggar, because she couldn't think of
any other words to comfort him, given his limited education. She could only offer words of comfort,
but she never imagined the old beggar was listening intently.

Ah Zhen nestled against the old beggar, inhaling his heavy breathing, the air thick with the pungent smell of smoke.
But Ah Zhen was still absorbed in the old beggar's story, serving him like a kind, beautiful, and charming young woman.
Neither of them spoke; Ah Zhen obediently rested her head on his shoulder. The old beggar's thin shoulders were all bone
, devoid of flesh, while his hands held a handful of breasts as firm and elastic as a young woman's.

Their breathing grew heavier. The old beggar sank into the sofa like a lord, while Ah Zhen knelt, her black,
glossy hair cascading down his chest. She knelt so his hands could easily
grasp —breasts too large to be held in one hand,
the perfect, rounded breasts every man dreamed of.

The old beggar held two hemispheres, too large to grasp in one hand, but his thumb and little finger could cover
Ah Zhen's two pink nipples. He played with them like that, without looking at Ah Zhen.
Ah Zhen obediently murmured in acceptance of his actions.

After a while, Ah Zhen, a little impatient, watched the old beggar take out a cigarette. She was a little dissatisfied, but she didn't dare to do it the same way as
before . Instead, she gently asked, "Do you want to smoke again? You...you...can...you?"

Hearing Ah Zhen's submissive questioning tone, the old beggar felt a moment of euphoria. But he
didn't know if he could do it. He was enjoying Ah Zhen's comfort, but a man is a man. No,
how could he not?

He growled and tightened his grip, making Ah Zhen tremble. She smiled charmingly, "Don't rush,
let me..." Ah Zhen, like a beautiful wife, moved her head up slightly and gently
licked the old beggar's large, seemingly about-to-fall-off nipple with her pointed tongue.

The old beggar, who hadn't bathed in a while, had nipples covered in grime, yet they remained sensitive. Ah Zhen's tongue,
sharp and delicate, curled and touched his nipple, sending a tingling sensation through him. The old beggar looked down at this beautiful
woman was showering him with affection, and closed his eyes in satisfaction.

Ah Zhen's tongue skills were indeed effective; she made the old beggar feel incredibly comfortable. She didn't know if this elderly man
's body could withstand a second round of intercourse, but she was trying her best. In her heart, she was completely serving
this old man. She felt deeply guilty; if it weren't for her, the old beggar wouldn't have been bullied by Old Xu. She even
fantasized about Old Xu beating and scolding the poor old beggar. A voice inside her told her she had to do more for the old beggar
, more than Old Xu.

Ah Zhen licked eagerly, knowing the old beggar liked it. She began to feel a pang of regret; she shouldn't have
secretly let the semen that had entered her leak out. Ah Zhen pinched the old beggar's glans, hidden under his foreskin , and
gently rubbed it with her hand, her movements soft and warm.

Ah Zhen slowly licked and kissed her way down the old beggar's nipples, her long hair falling loose. She gently
sat up, picked up a red hair clip from the
sofa tied her hair up. The old beggar squinted at his woman's beautiful figure
and couldn't help but chuckle.

Ah Zhen blushed, shyly pushing the old beggar away. Looking at this old man who had become so
haggard , she felt deeply guilty and offered her full lips
to his dry mouth, gently releasing her fragrant saliva. The old beggar received it as if flying in the sky.

There are many ways a woman can willingly submit to a man, and kissing is one of them. Ah Zhen's tongue
curled into the old beggar's dark teeth, gently pressing the tip against his loose teeth. Ah Zhen closed
her eyes, her long eyelashes incredibly alluring—a scene that would make anyone's blood boil.

The old beggar's hand then reached down and touched Ah Zhen's kneeling genitals, his rough hand roughly
rubbing her tender, red labia. Ah Zhen's buttocks involuntarily
moved back and forth in response to his movements, her nipples erect and full of blood—a sign that Ah Zhen was beginning to get aroused.

Ah Zhen continued to French kiss the old man, even making him a little breathless.
Sensing used his middle finger to penetrate her from below, instantly arousing her even more
. The previous secretions made it easier for his finger to enter, and he moved his hand up and down like this.
The young woman on his lips was now breathing increasingly heavily.

Ah Zhen thoroughly enjoyed this moment of masturbation. Her heart was filled with desire and gratitude. She kissed him, her kisses moving
down from his nipples to his disgusting, blackened navel. She even licked it. Yes, with each lick
of his navel, a bit of old grime would fall out—it was truly unacceptable to most, but Ah Zhen?
No, she did it willingly. She was indeed a natural beauty.

Ah Zhen's hair, tied up, was as alluring as a flight attendant's. The old beggar had never flown, so
while he found Ah Zhen's hair beautiful, he didn't like it. He grabbed her hair clip, and her long, flowing
hair cascaded down. He instantly felt that this was true conquest.

Ah Zhen ignored him. Her kneeling legs were slightly parted, because the old beggar's hand was still slowly
probing below. She opened her cherry-like mouth and took his penis in. It felt very wet and slippery—the semen
had dried mixed with saliva. She took it in earnestly, making soft, muffled sounds.

At this moment, the old beggar withdrew his hand from Ah Zhen's vagina. He helped her up, and Ah
Zhen from his penis, looked at him with confusion. She saw him stand up, then turn his back to her. The old beggar's
hands parted his fleshless buttocks from behind.

Ah Zhen knew what he wanted to do. She quickly knelt on the sofa, embracing the old beggar's
thin , dark buttocks with a few hairs. She coquettishly and without resistance, leaned in and licked
his buttocks. The old beggar trembled. Slowly, Ah Zhen seemed to muster her courage and inserted her tongue into
the crevice between his buttocks.

The old beggar let out a gurgling sound from his throat, and he couldn't help but shout, "Fuck your mother, it feels so
good, woman, yes... I fuck your mother, it feels so good..."

Ah Zhen rarely heard such vulgar language, but at this moment she found it so pleasing to the ear. She became even more
enthusiastic , her tongue gently inserting into a hole. She stirred it gently, but she could only hold her breath.
The sensation of her anus stimulated by her tongue made the old beggar shout repeatedly.

Suddenly, a puff of gas hit Ah Zhen's face. With a "poof," the old beggar couldn't help but fart. The gas
startled Ah Zhen, who had been holding it in, reflexively inhaled. It was incredibly smelly.
Seeing the old beggar turn around with a somewhat comical smile, Ah Zhen felt a sudden urge to vent. It was the same last time, and
the —completely unpleasant. But he was an old man, someone she felt guilty towards,
someone she owed a lot to. It was normal for him to be unable to hold back due to his age. Ah Zhen thought this for a few seconds, then, seeing the old
beggar 's expression, she pretended to be angry and pinched his buttocks.

Ah Zhen felt something on her tongue and gently spat it out. Strange, there was a scrap of paper. At this moment,
the old beggar, who she felt a little guilty towards, chuckled and bent over, shamelessly saying, "Woman,
that feels good, hey, keep going."

Frustrated and helpless, Ah Zhen could only continue burying her head in the toilet and licking. This time it was much better.
Ah Zhen didn't even know that the scraps of paper were the old beggar's toilet paper; she licked them all up. At this moment, Ah Zhen had no
complaints, but licking his anus was just a phase. The lust she had just aroused in the old beggar was only just beginning.

She turned the old beggar over, facing his penis, which was starting to get hard, and she diligently
took it into her mouth. Everything has its comparisons; sucking the old beggar's penis was much more comfortable than licking his anus. She was even afraid that the old beggar
would get angry, so she tried to stick out her chest so that it would be easier for the old beggar, who was grabbing her breasts, to squeeze them.

The old beggar was very satisfied. His fingers pinched Ah Zhen's nipple. Stimulated by Ah Zhen, he hadn't
expected to be so virile again. Ah Zhen's hair curled against her plump cheeks. Her mouth held
the old beggar's penis, and her tongue cleaned away all the filth from his penis, even the white
smegma . The most pleasurable thing about Ah Zhen's oral sex was that she swallowed her saliva afterward, instead of
spitting it on the ground. This was a kind of refined upbringing that compelled her to do so.

The old beggar bent over and unceremoniously squeezed Ah Zhen's full, snow-white breasts, but being old,
he couldn't bend over for long. He sat down, panting, and Ah Zhen obediently knelt on the ground. Throughout the entire process, Ah Zhen's mouth
never left the old beggar's penis. The old beggar sat down and began to breathe heavily. Ah Zhen felt the penis in her mouth
getting bigger and bigger. Although it wasn't hard, it could still enter her body.

Especially since Ah Zhen's lower body was soaking wet, it was easy for him to penetrate. The old beggar knew what he was about to do.
He growled and prepared to charge. Ah Zhen looked at him gently, her eyes glistening with tears, and said, "Be careful, I,
I'll do it..." Ah Zhen blushed. She stood up weakly, then knelt on the sofa. She spread her legs and touched
the old beggar's penis.

She sat on him. The old beggar's glans, dripping with a foul-smelling liquid, eyed her clitoris.
The glans rubbed against Ah Zhen's pink labia,
sending a shiver down her spine and making the old beggar move like a restless lion.

"Don't move, don't move... otherwise, it won't go in... um..." Ah Zhen hurriedly pressed her breasts
against the old beggar's face, so that he could easily lick her nipples. She knew this would work and make
her feel good too.

A gentle and beautiful young woman was so wanton; this was something Ah Zhen herself hadn't expected. Ah Zhen let
the old beggar suckle her nipple, making a series of moaning sounds. After a moment of rubbing, the old beggar's
penis was enveloped by Ah Zhen's labia. Ah Zhen's vagina was very narrow, tightly enveloping this ugly, poisonous thing.

Ah Zhen began to move up and down, her breasts being bitten by the old beggar. Ah Zhen tilted her head back, letting out comfortable moans
. Her movements were small, gentle, and suitable for the old man's sexual pleasure. After all, she
had been fucked by the old man from beginning to end, so she understood. She didn't like rapid thrusting; it didn't suit her personality.

Her labia enveloped the old beggar's penis, which thrust into her vagina without hesitation. Each thrust brought out
white smegma before it was pushed back in. The old beggar, unable to bear it any longer, spat out Ah Zhen's nipple, panting heavily:
"Woman, it feels good..."

Ah Zhen responded with soft moans. She knew what the old beggar wanted to say. She felt very comfortable at that moment. Her
snow-white breasts swayed, and she spoke indistinctly, her murmurs not loud: "I, I feel so good ... Husband, I'll give you... um... uh... give... give you a son... I... I'm willing ... I'm yours. Yours..." The old beggar became even more excited. He closed his eyes in satisfaction, letting this beautiful young woman move on his body. The old beggar's hands held Ah Zhen's plump buttocks, and he squeezed her buttocks hard, leaving clear red finger marks on her buttocks. "Ah...ah...ah..." The two entered a frenzied state, the eighty-year-old man gripping the lioness on top of him like a male lion. The moans grew louder and louder. Ah Zhen lowered her head in ecstasy, covering her breasts with her hands, rubbing them with her fingers. She tilted her head back, the old beggar now acting like her sex slave. "Ring ring ring..." A cell phone rang, startling Ah Zhen. The old beggar also shuddered suddenly. Then, he hugged Ah Zhen tightly, so tightly that Ah Zhen's outstretched hand recoiled; the force was too great. Ah Zhen felt a volcanic eruption in her lower body, a wave of heat rising from her. The old beggar ejaculated. The second time they made love, his stamina was longer than the first, but it also fueled his desire to ejaculate all at once, especially stimulated by the ringing of the phone. He exploded. At that very moment, he turned his head and saw a phone screen flashing on Ah Zhen's handbag. It was exceptionally clear in the dark room; it was Old Xu's picture. A surge of jealousy welled up inside him. He hugged Ah Zhen tightly, his ugly glans thrusting his semen into the body of the man whose picture was on the phone. Ah Zhen couldn't turn around to see whose call it was, but she was instantly being bathed . She didn't care who was calling; she was panting heavily. "Give me a baby, give me a baby, give me a fat little boy..." After the old beggar ejaculated the last drop of semen, he continued to relentlessly hold onto Ah Zhen. Ah Zhen, feeling sorry for the balding old beggar, breathed heavily and lowered her head shyly, saying, "You're so annoying, this is the second time. And... so much inside... You, you let go, if you don't let go, it will leak out..." Yes, Ah Zhen was sitting on him. The old beggar released his grip, and Ah Zhen stood up , but her posture didn't seem like she was going to get the phone. The old beggar felt uneasy seeing this. Suddenly, a glob of semen dripped down onto the old beggar's thigh, making him a little angry. He hurriedly picked it up with his fingers, grabbed Ah Zhen who was about to leave his body, and pushed her onto the sofa. He growled and smeared his hand on Ah Zhen's genitals. He forced the still-undissolved, foul-smelling semen back into Ah Zhen's body, yelling, "You're mine , you're my woman, fuck your mother, what do you want to do?" Ah Zhen was stunned. She did want to take the phone, but although the phone was ringing, she saw Old Xu's picture, which made her a little panicked. But what terrified her even more at this moment was the old beggar's crazy behavior, so she chose the latter.

"No, no, how could I? I'm yours... yours... ah. Stop picking at me... ah...
I wasn't answering that person's call... I'm yours. Yours..." Ah Zhen cried out hurriedly.

Looking at the old beggar's suspicious eyes, Ah Zhen quickly said, "Look, look, I'm just going to
lie down , what's the rush?" Ah Zhen curled up, a beautiful curve, her thick labia
exposed to the old beggar's eyes after being rubbed.

"You... what are you still looking at... help me hold my legs, they're numb, so annoying... sore... I don't want to do this,
how will your son get in... um..." Ah Zhen said, her face flushed, making the old beggar
chuckle and quickly help her up.

The phone stopped ringing, and Ah Zhen lay on the sofa, panting. How was she going to explain this when she got home? This was the first
time 'd come home so late. Why hadn't Old Xu come to work today? What should she do now? A series of questions left
Ah Zhen exhausted.

Finally, Ah Zhen patiently coaxed and talked to the old beggar. After a while, she
sat up and looked at the old beggar, who was slumped on the sofa, snoring loudly. She was tired too, but she was
a married woman and had to leave.

Looking at the old beggar, she covered him with his clothes, her heart aching as she looked at him again. Her lower body was
now covered in his semen, and she quickly took out a tissue to wipe it away. A little bit was still leaking out, and she
quickly grabbed another tissue to use as a pad.

After getting dressed, Ah Zhen looked exhausted, her figure fully exposed. She put on her hair clip and looked at
the old beggar on the sofa. Thinking about how he, in his old age, had just dominated her like a lion, ravaging her body,
Ah Zhen blushed. She lifted her proud breasts and swayed her hips as she walked out of the room.

On her way home, Ah Zhen's slightly disheveled hair, slender figure, and beautiful face attracted countless men's
gazes. She boarded the bus and, exhausted, fell asleep. At that moment, a boy sitting next to her couldn't resist rubbing
his elbow against Ah Zhen's left arm. This harassment instantly woke Ah Zhen. She glared at the
man, who, feeling slighted, moved away and changed seats.

Although the man wasn't ugly and was even wearing a suit and tie, Ah Zhen felt utterly disgusted
and nauseous in his presence. Her innocent heart fluttered as she took out tissues and began wiping her arm where the man had touched it. Meanwhile,
inside her shapely athletic pants, drops of the old beggar's semen soaked through her underwear…

(To be continued)

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