[Older Man, Younger Woman] (The Young and Beautiful Wife - Ah Zhen) (32-33) Author: baxx1979

Author: baxx1979
Word Count: 5992

【Chapter 32】

In the room, spring was briefly revealed. A beautiful young woman, her teeth clenched, moaned as she was
being played with by a thin, sweaty old man who was on top of her.

Ah Zhen was enjoying herself. Her hands gripped the leather of the sofa, leaving faint nail marks.
Two red nipples on her two snow-white breasts indicated she was experiencing an orgasm. The old beggar was sucking on
those two bright red nipples with his yellow teeth and peeling lips.

He reached his arms inside Ah Zhen's elastic sweatpants, grabbing her full buttocks: "Give birth, give birth or not,
you're my woman, you have to give birth to me… I want a penis…" The old beggar persisted.

"Ugh… give birth, I… I'm your… ah, ah… give birth, I'm your woman… I
'll give birth to you… ah, I can't take it anymore… ah. ah!" A stream of hot fluid suddenly sprayed into Ah Zhen's underwear,
gushing out from the elastic sweatpants.

The old beggar didn't know what it was, but he'd seen it before. He assumed Ah Zhen had peed again, which pleased
him greatly. He heard Ah Zhen say again that she would have his child, and he breathed heavily with delight, "Yes, mine...
hey, I peed... my woman..." He reached his hand directly into Ah Zhen's crotch.

The old beggar's dirty hand went in, feeling Ah Zhen's warm flow of fluid. He touched
Ah Zhen's , then inserted his middle finger. Ah Zhen was completely unprepared.
During her orgasm, she couldn't resist this touch, and her legs tightened. She felt something enter her body, and she instinctively
enveloped it.

For women, the size of the object entering the body doesn't matter; as long as something enters at the right time and in the right
state, an orgasm is possible.

Ah Zhen felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction. She suddenly embraced the panting old beggar,
gripping his arm tightly with one hand. She didn't want him to pull out so quickly. Drowsily, she leaned forward,
pushing the object inside her even deeper.

She felt incredibly comfortable; this was the most pleasurable moment she'd experienced in the past six months. Ah Zhen blushed, turning her head and murmuring,
"Ah...no...no, no, no...don't...come out, it feels so...good..." It was the first time she'd said
such , and it wasn't like this at all, but she was genuinely enjoying it and spoke involuntarily.

This put the old beggar in a difficult position. It was also the first time he'd seen Ah Zhen so direct, but he held onto
his deeply ingrained old-fashioned thinking. He believed Ah Zhen couldn't be more comfortable than him; that was wrong, especially for his
woman.

Lost in thought, he suddenly growled, withdrew his hand, and
shoved his fingers, still faintly scented with the fragrance of coconut juice, directly into the mouth of the still dazed Ah Zhen. His fingers were rough, and Ah Zhen's lower body
loosened slightly at the lack of fingers, but then she suddenly felt something else being inserted into her mouth.

In her dazed state, Ah Zhen complied without thinking, taking the object into her
mouth carefully. Her gentle tongue pressed tightly against the old beggar's fingers, slippery, and she began to suck on them. Her whole body was limp and
defenseless as she rubbed against them.

The old beggar looked at the beautiful Ah Zhen and grinned smugly, "I... my woman... um... yes
..." Ah Zhen listened, her saliva filling the old beggar's fingers, and the grime on his fingernails
disappeared mouths it was in, but it was definitely Ah Zhen.

The old beggar's other hand wasn't idle; he touched Ah Zhen's breasts, kneading them vigorously.
Her breasts, elastic and changing shape in his hands, suddenly pinched Ah Zhen's nipple, causing her
to moan again. Ah Zhen's hands gripped harder and harder; she truly needed something to plug her paradise.

Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, she weakly pulled the old beggar closer to her. The old beggar knew it
was almost enough , but he knew that while Ah Zhen was almost there, he wasn't. For the first time, he had found
satisfaction with a woman, especially with such a beautiful, voluptuous, and alluring woman. For the first time, he felt the
power ; in his hands, this goddess-like young woman submitted to his actions.

He pulled his finger out of Ah Zhen's mouth: "Woman, it's time to give me some pleasure." Ah Zhen, like
a shy wife, opened her alluring eyelashes. She sat down, her curvaceous thighs curled up, and murmured as she leaned against
the half-standing old beggar. Her cherry-like lips gently pressed against his navel, and one hand lightly cupped his
two copper bells.

The old beggar knew Ah Zhen needed it; otherwise, why would she be so proactive? He
grabbed , the hairpin falling down, letting her black, cascading hair fall down,
the tips brushing against her hunched back. The old beggar held her like a white rabbit that couldn't escape.

Ah Zhen's flushed face and clear eyes stared at the old beggar's trousers. She was a little anxious. She
pulled down his trousers; they were wrinkled, tattered, unwashed trousers. Ah Zhen smelled a pungent
odor—the stench of a man who hadn't washed in years—unbearable for anyone, but at this moment, Ah Zhen felt no
repulsion. She truly needed what was inside.

Besides needing to repay him, she also needed to repay him. He had been injured for her sake. Every time she saw the old beggar,
she knew he wanted to have sex with her, but due to his injury, Ah Zhen could only give him oral sex each time.
The old man couldn't withstand Ah Zhen's ministrations at first, and it often ended prematurely. Ah Zhen knew this, and after a while
, she gained experience. She knew she couldn't rush this old man. At this moment, although Ah Zhen needed it, she was also aware of it.

Normally, Ah Zhen would bring pills, but today she didn't bring anything, let alone a condom.
Now that things had come to this, Ah Zhen didn't think too much about it. Ah Zhen obediently and gently let the old beggar grab her
hair. She unbuttoned the old beggar's underwear, revealing a few sparse curly hairs, and a poisonous substance
retracted oozing a trace of white fluid with a fishy smell.

Ah Zhen rubbed the layer of black, old skin, and suddenly a wrinkled glans appeared,
like a monster with wide eyes staring lustfully at the beautiful Ah Zhen. The old beggar looked at Ah Zhen without saying anything;
he was like the master of this monster, pulling Ah Zhen's head directly towards his penis.

Ah Zhen's face was pressed against the old beggar's loose belly, her mouth already parallel to his penis.
Normally, Ah Zhen would never have allowed such treatment, but now Ah Zhen did not refuse; she accepted the old beggar's...
The only response to the male's actions was to open her cute cherry-like mouth.

Ah Zhen instantly took the old man into her mouth, unable to spit him out. In an instant, the old man, skin and grime,
went into Ah Zhen's mouth. The old beggar tilted his head back and let out a comfortable growl. He gripped Ah Zhen's
hair ; he was now a hunter conquering a lioness. Looking at the beauty holding his lower body, he
straddled the sofa with a sense of conquest.

Ah Zhen obediently began to suckle, her cascading hair blocking the old beggar's view. Ah Zhen even used her hand to part
her eyelashes, which blended with the old beggar's ugly pubic hair, so he could see her from above.

The old beggar was mesmerized, watching Ah Zhen sway her cute breasts as she performed oral sex on him. He felt great
pleasure . When he was injured, Ah Zhen would come to him, and he always wanted her to perform oral sex on him, but his
injured buttocks prevented him from doing so. Now, however, he was putting his fantasies into practice, and he was satisfied. At his age, to receive
such treatment was indeed something to be grateful for.

Ah Zhen felt the old monster in her mouth slowly filling up. She knew she couldn't
continue oral sex, because the old monster kept spitting out under her tongue. She
knew the old beggar would be very angry if he couldn't have her today.

But she was too embarrassed to tell him he couldn't do it, a common weakness among all men.

The old beggar also felt Ah Zhen's movements slow down. He thought Ah Zhen didn't want to continue. He looked at
Ah Zhen, who was looking up with her charming eyes half-closed. He swallowed, making a series of gurgling sounds. He opened his mouth and mumbled
, "Woman, eat, eat..." Ah Zhen didn't know what he wanted to do, but she saw a yellow liquid flowing down his mouth as he lowered his head
. Yes, it was flowing out of the old beggar's mouth.

It was a mouthful of phlegm, the old man's thick phlegm, not very clear in the dim room. Seeing
no other way, Ah Zhen could only open her mouth, like a bird being fed, waiting patiently for the meal.
In , the old beggar's thick phlegm dripped down, landing right in Ah Zhen's mouth.

Ah Zhen gagged; she had actually lost all feeling of repulsion. Ever since she first willingly consumed
the old beggar's semen, he seemed addicted, always wanting Ah Zhen to swallow his spurts.
Ah Zhen had gone from being unable to resist to accepting it obediently; compared to semen, this mouthful of phlegm was nothing.

[Chapter 33]

Watching the thick phlegm drip into the obedient Ah Zhen's mouth, the old beggar couldn't help but groan a few times. His glans, now filled with
Ah Zhen's saliva after oral sex, was filled with her foul-smelling saliva. Looking at this beauty who had been completely conquered by him,
he knew what Ah Zhen needed now.

Ah Zhen squinted, her hands rubbing back and forth between the old beggar's skinny buttocks. She
took , gently rubbing the dark glans with her teeth. She hummed a few times, her voice
very gentle, and said, "You, you, want to?"

These words were incredibly comforting to the old beggar: "Looking for fucking? Hmm? Are you looking for fucking?"
The old beggar was a little excited, bent down, and grabbed Ah Zhen's breasts. Ah Zhen let out a soft "Ah..." "
It hurts, you, ah... don't squeeze, don't squeeze so hard, ah. Ah... um ah, I'm already like this
, you, you fuck me until it doesn't hurt... ah..."

Hearing the beautiful Ah Zhen's passionate moans, the old beggar couldn't hold back anymore. He grabbed Ah Zhen and pulled her up
without much force. He was a little excited. It wasn't easy, really not easy. From the first time he fucked
this goddess to now being so obedient, it was really not easy.

He didn't have time to think. He abruptly pulled down his pants, arching his body and greedily caressing
Ah Zhen's smooth back, her face flushed red. Ah Zhen, quite willingly, gently pulled down her white panties, now completely
wet. She rolled up her legs, her alluring figure naturally forming a beautiful curve.

Her lovely triangle area, damp from the earlier encounter, had pubic hair curled up
, looking especially adorable under the light. Her two pink labia resembled a freshly crawled
abalone .

Ah Zhen shyly pulled down her pants, then naturally parted her legs, waiting for that ugly
old devil to enter her paradise. She had indeed been holding back for a long time in the past six months. As a normal
young woman, especially one with an eight-year-old child, her libido was indeed much greater than that of her peers.

She craved sex; her previous provocative encounter with the foolish man was also from the depths of her heart. Having a beautiful
appearance but lacking the sexual fulfillment she desperately desired—this is a common problem for many beautiful girls.
Thus, she succumbed to the old beggar's lewdness. From the very beginning, she was drawn into his story, self-
hypnotically submitting to this man ten years older than her husband. Her kind nature led her to willingly enter this
absurd life of an older man and a younger woman.

The old beggar looked at the peach orchard overgrown with weeds; he too had been pent up for a long time, but his desire to conquer
outweighed his desire for sex. At his age, he had never met a woman; meeting
Ah Zhen, living a secluded life, was a blessing. His meticulously planned sexual scheme was a perfect storm of timing, location, and
circumstances; he was indeed a fortunate man.

Unfortunately, a beggar is still a beggar. His inherently short-sightedness prevented him from knowing how to soothe Ah Zhen, which is why he
was only now truly able to enjoy her body. He looked at Ah Zhen, blushing shyly and letting him do as he pleased…

Seeing Ah Zhen so willingly spread her legs, the old beggar growled. Without hesitation,
he mounted the rutting mare, revealing his rather thin and ugly penis. He lay directly on the mare
, thrusting his glans forcefully into Ah Zhen's opening.

The force was too great, and the old beggar's glans slipped out. The contact between their skin made him shudder.
He pressed against the opening, now like a hen lying at the entrance, vigorously thrusting
his , howling.

Seeing the old beggar's anxious state but the lack of penetration, Ah Zhen grew impatient. She
quickly reached out her delicate hand, her body moving in sync with the old beggar's thrusts, trying to draw his penis towards her.

The old beggar's belly sagged due to his age; Ah Zhen parted it with her hand, breathing out a fragrant breath
and panting softly , saying, "Oh, no, don't rush, I'll let you in first, I'll handle it, don't rush..." Ah Zhen guided
the old beggar.

The old beggar wouldn't listen; he only knew that he needed to thrust now. Ah Zhen had no choice but to move...
She lowered herself, positioning the old beggar's penis against her vagina. Ah Zhen's vaginal opening was very wet, thanks to the old
beggar's earlier efforts. It went smoothly, and the old beggar finally slid in.

Ah Zhen let out a soft "uh," feeling a sense of fullness. The moment he entered her, she
involuntarily moaned, "Mmm...uh...uh..." Only then did the old beggar feel his ugly
penis enveloped by two warm skins.

The old beggar's glans entered Ah Zhen's body, the two dark, coppery tips colliding with her repeatedly.
With each collision, Ah Zhen would moan in response. The old beggar was very satisfied with this moment. He looked down at
Ah Zhen beneath him, her full breasts rolling up and down with each thrust.

Suddenly, the old beggar pressed his hands hard against Ah Zhen's breasts, causing her to groan loudly.
He gripped her breasts tightly, squeezing them forcefully. Ah Zhen felt pain, but the old beggar's
full . She couldn't describe the feeling; she willingly gave in to his desires.

Suddenly, the old beggar grabbed Ah Zhen's head and brought his long, black-haired nipple to her lips.
Last time, at the old beggar's house, Ah Zhen had sucked on his nipple in the same way, and he remembered how
pleasurable it was.

So, during several oral sex encounters with Ah Zhen, he would pull her hand to his nipple, and
Ah Zhen would obediently stroke it clockwise with her index finger. Sometimes, instead of oral sex,
she would lick his nipple with her tongue, and he would usually ejaculate quickly.

But Ah Zhen didn't want to lick him at that moment. She knew what the old beggar wanted to do, but she also knew that if she licked him
, he would ejaculate. She wanted him to fuck her a few more times, but before she could think it through, her lips were already pressed against his
nipple. Just as she was about to turn her head, she suddenly felt a thick, hot liquid rush into her from below.

She couldn't resist the impact. She immediately took the old beggar's nipple into her mouth. She heard the old beggar roar
and grab Ah Zhen's hair tightly. His buttocks were now pressed firmly
between Ah Zhen's plump thighs, and his stinking semen was desperately rushing into this alluring pink hole.

Ah Zhen then remembered that she hadn't worn a condom, but she no longer had the strength to push the old beggar away. She could only
helplessly let the old man ejaculate his old semen into her sacred womb in spurts. The ejaculation made her moan in
a daze: "Ah...ah...ah..." She cried out involuntarily.

"Ah, ah, fuck, fuck, so tight, so good, fuck... moan, woman, moan, give
me a baby... moan... fuck you..." The old beggar was very satisfied while ejaculating; he hadn't forgotten
about having a child.

Ah Zhen was a little scared by him. This time, the old beggar ejaculated quite a lot. She didn't know that this was
the first time the old beggar had experienced a woman's submission, and because of this, the old beggar ejaculated even more in his pleasure.

"Ah..." The old beggar, having ejaculated, lay on top of the plump Ah Zhen. Ah Zhen spread her legs wide, letting the old
beggar lie on top of her. She was also a little tired, but at this moment, she looked at the old beggar on top of her with affection. She twisted
her body seductively and put her fragrant lips into the neck of the panting old beggar.

She shyly licked his earlobe, a gesture of submission to him. She had only done this once with her husband, Old Xu
, but it had been a long time since Ah Zhen had felt so conquered. She was like a kind and lovely
little wife stroking the old man lying on top of her.

The old man hadn't extracted the poison yet; a small part was still inside her. She didn't mind; she
didn't push him away, letting him lie there. She knew he needed to rest. After a while, the old beggar pulled out the
glans that was about to retract into the foreskin. It was a very shiny glans, all the grime was gone, and it was still dripping thick fluid
.

He looked down at a thick, yellowish liquid with a fishy smell flowing from Ah Zhen's peach garden.
He hurriedly caught it with his fingers and forced it inside, causing Ah Zhen to let out a sensitive moan. Seeing the old beggar
's actions, Ah Zhen suddenly understood. She said very gently, "No need for that. You, you just ejaculated
a lot inside me, so much..."

The old beggar looked up at this beautiful goddess: "Really? A lot? Did it go in? Did I fuck it all
in?" Ah Zhen blushed: "Yes, it all went in, stop..."

The old beggar became excited: "Now I have an heir? Isn't that right? Isn't that right?" Ah Zhen looked at the
somewhat crazed old beggar, feeling that he was already over eighty years old and had no children, which
was indeed very sad. Alas, for a man without a family, without children, Ah Zhen felt a pang of
sorrow: "Ah. Yes, it's in. You, child... you should... you should..."

Hearing Ah Zhen say this, the old beggar was deeply moved, tears streaming down his face. He squatted down, still
unwilling to give up and pushed one last bit of his remaining semen into Ah Zhen's vagina, causing her a tingling sensation. Ah Zhen
slapped the old beggar away: "You're so annoying..."

Looking at the old beggar, who resembled a child, the kind-hearted Ah Zhen felt a pang of sadness. Looking at the old glans still dangling with a
trace of semen, she gently sat up, pinched it with her hand, and took the old beggar into her mouth with her cherry-like lips.
A wave of pleasurable sensation washed over her. The old beggar looked at this alluring beauty with satisfaction, picked up his cigarette case,
and lit a cigarette.

(To be continued)

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