Fisting mature women

It's 2 AM. After playing games for over ten hours straight, I feel incredibly tired. My big, double-lidded
eyes are starting to rebel, closing every now and then. I think, well, I should just get some rest.

2009 was a truly awful year. Why did this financial crisis have to happen? It caused so many people to lose
their jobs, including me—a lazy, good-for-nothing, and pleasure-seeking young man.

Having lost a decent job and unable to find a suitable one, I returned to
my old ways: playing online games. Online gaming has become incredibly sophisticated. In the beginning, I even
used gaming to earn a living. Now that I have some savings, I can play even more freely, which
is why I'm still in front of the computer in the middle of the night.

It's not that I don't have a computer; it's just that I'm used to spending all night in internet cafes playing games with others . I
can't stand the loneliness, so I still hang out with my friends in internet cafes.

I subconsciously stretched to relax my stiff body, and my outstretched hands accidentally
bumped into the person next to me, eliciting a muffled groan. Turning around, I was startled to see a mature woman, probably around thirty
years old. I guessed I had bumped her nose, and she was rubbing it.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I was just so tired, I stretched without thinking, I didn't expect to bump into you,
did I?" I at least had some basic politeness.

The woman glanced at me, lowered her hand from her nose, and said, "It's nothing, it was just a little sore, rubbing it
will be fine." Her voice was quite pleasant, and her Mandarin with a Henan accent didn't sound harsh like typical
Henan dialect.

At that moment, I felt relieved and began to take a closer look at the woman.

She had slightly blonde, wavy hair, and her skin looked very fair, almost dazzlingly so under the fluorescent lights.
Her face lacked the blemishes typical of a thirty-year-old woman. She wore a light red jacket over a
thin
, low-cut t-shirt, and when she leaned forward unintentionally, you could see her large breasts encased in a black lace bra, a deep cleavage that seemed to beckon you. My lower body involuntarily stirred
, a slight arousal rising within me.

"What's wrong? Is there something on my face? Why are you looking at me like that?" Hearing her words,
I realized I'd been lost in thought, and remembering my earlier reaction, I blushed.

"Oh~ nothing~ nothing, just thinking about something," I quickly replied, worried she might see me staring at her
breasts. My stammering tone only made her look at me suspiciously. This made me even
more breathless, and I quickly looked around to distract her.

"Is there something on my clothes? Can you check?" Hearing her say that, my heart skipped a
beat . What was she doing? Didn't she know I was already aroused? Oh well, I might as well check.

But in that instant of reaching out, a thought suddenly occurred to me: should I flirt with this seemingly
cheerful mature woman?

So I stood up abruptly, my foot inevitably hitting the computer desk. Immediately, I leaned forward,
my hands reaching out as if searching for something to balance on.

Too bad, my movements were too big, and it seemed to startle her. Her body reflexively recoiled,
and my hands, which were originally aimed at her chest, ended up grabbing her shoulders.

I couldn't help but feel annoyed, wanting to slap my hands. What a great opportunity, just
missed. But looking down, haha, it was a win
-win situation. Due to the inertia, my hands were gripping her shoulders quite tightly, causing her already low neckline to drop even further, even revealing her
nipples. The attraction was so strong, I wanted to lean forward for a closer look.

"Aren't you getting up? You're so heavy." She didn't seem to mind me on top of her, but it was uncomfortable
for a grown man weighing over 100 pounds to be on top of him, and she was reluctant to get up, so she spoke up.

"Ah!! Oh, I'm so sorry, I was daydreaming again." As soon as I said that, she
chuckled, "You're so funny, you can daydream even when you're on top of me." She
even .

It was ambiguous, absolutely ambiguous, practically beckoning me to take it to the next level.

I glanced at her collar and quickly slunk down. I hadn't managed to flirt with her, and now I was being flirted with instead .

Only after sitting down did I have time to look at her computer screen. And what I saw was astonishing! My god, this woman was so open
! What was all this?! I'm very familiar with this forum, and she was a registered member of this forum too.
I had planned to take a look when I first went online, but I was too embarrassed to look because there were people around, so I closed it. Because of the commotion,
she hadn't closed the pictures she'd been viewing—a few images of naked women. My mind was being teased again.

God, save me! This woman is so crazy! Why isn't she looking at this at home? She's at an internet cafe looking at this stuff.
I'd never believe she wasn't trying to seduce someone.

Seeing me turn to look at her screen, she obviously knew what she was doing and hurriedly closed the webpage
. But those naked pictures were tempting me to head in the wrong direction again.

"You look at this too?" I asked tentatively.

"Hehe, it's alright. My husband used to use this forum when we were together, so I've been
looking at it a bit. Not often, just when I'm bored, to learn some tips."

God, this woman is crazy!

"Oh, is that so? Where's your husband? How can he let you out like this in the middle of the night? Besides,
aren't you afraid someone will harass you?" I groaned, and felt a pang of self-reproach.

"I don't want to go out either, but he's away on a business trip and won't be back for half a month. I'm
all , and this big house feels so empty, so I'm a little scared. I came out to have some fun, at least there's some life
around. Besides, I used to come to internet cafes all the time, and I never felt anything was wrong. As long as I'm not bored, I can just go back to sleep during the day."

"Oh," I thought, a lonely young woman. I quickly followed the lead. "I see. Your husband isn't home, aren't you
very lonely?"

"Yes, I'm used to being with him every day, so of course I'm not used to being alone now. But what can I do?
He's a man, he's out there earning money, and I can't hold him back."

At this point, what she said didn't matter anymore. I chatted with her about this and that, trying to get
everything out of her. She was quite cooperative, and in less than twenty minutes, we were discussing
the things on the forum.

She preferred pictures of Western women, saying that Eastern women were slightly
less , but that Eastern women were more delicate and had better skin, unlike the "old tree bark" look of Western women.
Actually, judging from my eyes, her breasts were quite large, probably around 34D, which
is considered .

"You don't stay out all night every night and then go back to sleep during the day, do you? Can your energy handle that?
Women age easily if they don't get enough rest."

With women, anything related to her appearance was bound to be a topic of conversation. Seeing that we
were running out of things , I quickly pulled out my trump card.

"It's alright, I just came out today. Staying home online was too boring, and besides, I rested well during the day, so I feel
pretty good now. As for being an elder, I don't care. I'm almost thirty anyway, I
don't need to look for men anymore."

Damn, this is too ambiguous, is she trying to seduce me?!

"No way! I thought you were only twenty-three or twenty-four. How could you be thirty? Women shouldn't
always say they're old; it really makes them age faster." Seizing the opportunity, the older generation's experience once again guided me
in the right direction.

Sure enough, these words immediately drew a burst of laughter from her. This was exactly what it meant to be radiantly beautiful; her
heaving chest with each laugh was like waves crashing against the fragile shores of my heart.

"Hehe, you really know how to talk. Actually, to be honest, I really am thirty this year, and my child is five years old.
Can't you really tell? Look at my face; I still have freckles, from when I gave birth." She even
held her face close to mine, pointing to the faint freckles.

Her pretty face was so close I could almost feel her breath. I looked up slightly to examine her
face more closely and was stunned. It was a rather pretty face; while not exceptionally beautiful, every feature was
pleasing the sallow complexion typical of a thirty-year-old woman wasn't visible on her face.

"Haha, don't tell me you're daydreaming again! Why do you always daydream like that?"

My momentary lapse in attention only provoked another burst of laughter from her. I chuckled awkwardly, unsure how to continue
. I needed to think of a solution. So I remained silent, turning to my monitor, a new round of scheming beginning in my mind
.

Seeing my silence, she slowly turned back to her own things—the same
forum . Now that I knew, she probably didn't care about my thoughts anymore.

After a moment's thought, I had a plan. Since it was still early, I decided to play hard to get, testing
her patience. If she was truly a lonely young woman, she definitely wouldn't be able to resist.

Unfortunately, it didn't take long for my eyes, which had been working so hard, to become heavy. My head was spinning.
I couldn't take it anymore; I'd been playing games all night, my energy was definitely exhausted. If I hadn't been chatting with her
for so long, I probably would have fallen asleep on the table by now.

Lost in thought, I don't even know when I fell asleep. I just instinctively found a
comfortable position to lie down and enjoy a good nap.

In my drowsy state, someone shook me, and I struggled to open my heavy eyelids to see
the mature woman sitting inside. (They were sitting in a row, she was inside and I was outside.)

"What's wrong? Is something the matter?" Having already forgotten my earlier lewd thoughts, I just
asked her out of habit.

"Nothing, I just saw you sleeping here and was worried you'd catch a cold." She
seemed hadn't shown any signs of sleepiness at all. "Also, could you move aside? I need to use the restroom."

"Oh, um... excuse me, I'll get up right away," I quickly stood up, but
my legs had gone numb from sleeping, and I felt a little unsteady.

"Are you alright? Is something bothering you?" she asked gently, supporting me. Actually, leg
numbness while sleeping is quite normal; most people have probably experienced this when surfing the internet in an internet cafe. "You didn't catch a cold, did you?
Be careful not to catch a chill."

Good heavens, it's May, and the room is almost 20 degrees Celsius with the air conditioning on. How could I
catch a cold

She followed me out and headed towards the bathroom. I quickly rubbed my still-sore legs and gently swayed them
to make myself feel better. Then I sat down.

A short while later, she came back. I quickly stood up to offer her my seat, but she didn't go in; she
stayed outside. She bit her lip and softly said, "I'm so sorry,
I felt 's probably because the smoke in here is too strong, making me feel uncomfortable. I want
to go back now. Could you take me home? I happen to have a guest room where you can rest. You look quite tired,
okay?"

"Ah!" I was stunned. This was too direct! I really didn't expect to encounter something like
a one-night stand , but wow, this is too good to be true.

"Okay, now that you mention it, I really feel uncomfortable. I haven't had a break in ages, I really need to.
Where do you live? We've come this far, I'd be a fool not to agree.

'**Garden**' isn't too far, a pretty nice apartment complex for white-collar workers. In Beijing, an apartment there would cost
around 1.5 million.

'Okay, so should we leave now? I'll tell my friends, let them hang out here.' I quickly
told a few friends; actually, they'd been hinting at it while I was talking to this woman. When I
said it, they all secretly gave me a thumbs up and patted me on the back, definitely wishing me success.

Stepping outside, you know what? It was so hot inside, it was really hard to get used to
. The cool breeze instantly invigorated me.

'**'—she'd already told me her name during our chat. 'Are you cold? It's quite cold
outside .'

I was so glad I brought a thick coat, which allowed my most basic, albeit low-level, hero-saves-the-damsel-in-distress, performance to
succeed ." Before she could speak, I quickly took off my coat and draped it over her shoulders. Of course, if I waited for her to be polite, would
it show my concern? To be honest, although her two coats were for the current season, they were indeed a bit thin in the low temperatures of the evening,
especially .

She hesitated for a moment, then pulled the coat I had already draped over her shoulders, walked to the roadside, hailed a taxi
, and got in, waiting for me to get in.

She squeezed into the back seat, leaving the door open. I thought for a moment, initially intending to sit in the front and pay, but
then I reasoned, since she was already offering me a seat in the back, why should I be polite? I simply opened the door, got in,
told the driver the address, and drove off.

She seemed much calmer in the car, no longer saying anything, seemingly lost in thought (be grateful,
she 's already taking you back for some fun, and she's even telling you directly that she needs it! Women need to be reserved, don't you understand?!).

The **Garden wasn't far, and the car stopped in less than five minutes. I quickly paid the fare,
ignoring her insistence on paying, and pulled her out of the car.

We went up to the 5th floor, and she unlocked the door. It was a three-bedroom, two-living-room apartment, the interior decorated quite luxuriously
, leaning towards a European style. Actually, I didn't know much about this style, I just glanced around.

I reached out and took the can of Coke she had just taken from the refrigerator. Actually, I don't like Coke; I've heard
it has spermicidal properties. While it might not be true, it's better to be safe than sorry. But she
'd already opened it for me, so what could I say? I'd drink it; it wouldn't hurt this once.

"So, how's my house decorated? I designed it all myself." I hadn't expected this woman
to be so talented, managing to come up with something like this. Looks like I really was driven by lust. Let alone this
stuff, even if I were to draw a portrait, I probably wouldn't do a better job than a primary school student. "Hmm, it's very nice, very beautiful. It's just that I don't really know how to appreciate it, and I'm afraid I'll say something wrong and make you laugh." It's necessary to be humble

with strangers , at least to leave a good impression. "I used to study this, so I decorated it according to my own style. Actually, it's not that beautiful , it's just that I like it." She slowly pulled me to sit on the sofa. We'd already learned some things about her from our conversation at the internet cafe, and now we suddenly had nothing to talk about again. (It started) After a moment of awkward silence, she probably didn't know what to say, so she stood up and said, "I'm so tired, I'm going to take a shower first. You wait a bit, okay? Find my husband's things later, then you can shower." What could I say? She had already made arrangements, so I had no choice but to obey. So, out of boredom, I turned on the TV and watched her take her shower supplies into the bathroom. Ugh, I was so stupid . It's the middle of the night, there are no TV channels. I tried a few, but they weren't even showing up, so I just turned off the TV and looked around at the decorations. There was a huge photo hanging on the wall next to me, probably their wedding photo. The man was alright-looking, but a bit too pale and thin, giving him a pretty boy look. And ** looked even prettier in the photo , judging from the sun... That was seven years ago, when she was twenty-three. Of course, she looked younger than she does now. On a table below was a family photo, featuring their daughter, a rather cute little girl with a round face and a small mouth, somewhat resembling her. Especially her eyes, big and bright. I wandered around the room for a while, not finding anything interesting, so I went back to their family photo and picked it up to examine it closely. Unexpectedly, she had already finished showering and was coming out, drying her hair. She was wrapped in a bath towel, but unfortunately, her large breasts couldn't be contained, pushing the towel high, revealing a pair of perfectly toned, snow- white legs and delicate, small feet—so alluring! I quickly put the photo down: "Your daughter? She's very cute." "Yes, she's five years old this year. We don't have time to take care of her now; she's with her grandparents and doesn't come back often . Doesn't she look a lot like me?" "Yes, she's a very pretty girl, especially her eyes, they really do look like yours. People say daughters resemble their fathers, but your family is a bit different." We all laughed as we said this. "Let's see later. Do you want to take a shower first? I'll tidy up the guest room for you, so you can get some rest." "Okay," I thought it was necessary. I'd been in an internet cafe for two days, so it was good to clean myself up. I was covered in a strong smell of smoke and sweat, which I doubt any woman would like. I took the pajamas she handed me and walked to the bathroom in the direction she pointed. Since she had just finished showering, there was a faint scent of her body mixed with the shower gel, which smelled very nice and even a little arousing . Oh well, I'll clean myself up first. I closed the door behind me. Thankfully, there was more than one bathtub and a shower inside. I hate soaking in a bathtub; that weightless feeling is very uncomfortable. I'm not sure if I should give the female lead a name. I'll see what the comments below say. If possible, please help me think of a good name. This should be the start, right? But I'm really not good at writing erotic descriptions, so I'll just say I'll try my best. "Bang!" The bathroom door suddenly opened with a loud noise, which really startled me. I quickly turned around and saw that it was just **. I was wondering if I had run into one of those scammers. "How did you get in?" I only realized how she opened the door after I relaxed for a moment. You know, I was standing naked under the shower head, which was a real wardrobe malfunction. I had to say something to distract her. "I just opened the door and came in. You didn't lock it. I just tried it by accident and it opened ." Oh, I remembered. It wasn't her fault. I didn't think she locked the door when I came in. I'm used to it at home. Usually, no one cares when I take a shower and I don't lock the door. "Um... could you please leave for a bit? Um... I'm not feeling well like this," I thought, feeling awkward standing there, unsure whether to move or not. I could only cover my private parts with my hand for now. Even though this woman had invited me to her house, she hadn't directly asked for sex yet, so I had to put on an act first. "I want to, but I really need to pee right now, otherwise I wouldn't have come in," she said, giving me a very seductive look. "How about this, you turn your back, I'll pee here, it'll be quick anyway, but don't peek." "Um... okay, I might peek, but you can't peek at me," I thought, blaming her for this. She'd already seen everything. She ignored me, walked straight to the toilet, and regardless of whether I turned around or peeked, lifted her bathrobe and plopped down on it. I finally understand. It turns out I'm just too dense, making it so that girls have to seduce me themselves.

However, even if I were a blockhead, I'd know what to do in this situation. It's better not to be a gentleman.

Since I hadn't even turned around, I didn't need to be polite. I immediately used my divine eyes to scan
the
mature woman in front of me. And let me tell you, this was the first time I'd seen such temptation in this situation. Her bathrobe was already quite low-cut, and with my body unintentionally leaning forward while sitting on the horse, most of her large breasts were already in view. I could even
see a small glimpse of pink on the top—it really was pink, unlike the
dark, blurry .

She looked up at me directly and chuckled, "You're breaking the rules, aren't you? We agreed no peeking!"
Her slightly flushed face, her snow-white neck, and all the exposed flesh immediately made my body
tremble , exhibiting the typical reaction of a male animal seeing a female.

Quickly think of a way. Things have come to this, shouldn't I take the initiative? Although it's quite
obvious she's seducing me, the timing...

The woman quickly finished her act, stood up, and perhaps it was fate, but as she stood up, her calf
caught the hem of her bathrobe on the toilet seat, causing the entire robe to fall to the floor.
God, a garden full of spring beauty filled my eyes, and I felt a rush of heat to my nose.

Seemingly trying to maintain some semblance of modesty, she instinctively tried to cover her private parts with her hands. Unfortunately, as any horny
guy knows, men only have one place to cover, but women are different; there are three sensitive spots to cover.

To be honest, I've never seen such a beautiful body. Long, black hair cascaded down her chest,
occasionally pointing to her magnificent breasts as she moved, while her seemingly overly prominent breasts
struggled to escape the hair's cover.

MM's hands were only protecting her lower body, so the pressure from her arms made her breasts stand up like mountains.
The two pink nipples that were just faintly visible were now fully exposed, truly a virginal pink.
The two red cherries looked even more adorable against the pink background, making one want to pick them.
If one had to find a word to describe her snow-white skin, perhaps only "skin like solidified cream" would be most appropriate.
Compared to this jade-like luster, the white of the bathroom wall tiles seemed so powerless.

Her small hands covered between her legs, and below her lower abdomen, the most mysterious dark forest, a few mischievous strands of hair
peeked through her fingers, indicating that she was a woman with thick pubic hair.

Above her pubic hair, faint yellowish lines could be seen, likely stretch marks. After all, she's
a mother of a five-year-old, but she's clearly well-maintained; they're barely noticeable unless you look closely. Combined with
her long, beautiful legs, her 168cm frame appears flawless. The red was breathtakingly
vibrant , the white stunningly beautiful, even the dark hair beneath her hands seemed timeless.

In short: this woman is a celestial being, rarely seen on earth.

Failure, truly failure. This handsome man unfortunately experienced his fourth lapse of focus today, and in such a lewd
situation. Imagine, how many men could resist in this state?

Unable to bear it any longer, I pounced on her, tightly embracing her. First,
I felt the size of her breasts; the softness gently stirred my soul, almost suffocating me. She
reciprocated, opening her arms and tightly hugging my back, feeling our body temperatures rapidly rising.

"Baby, give it to me, you're so alluring," a pair of large hands gently
caressed , her small hands slowly sliding down to my thighs. A warm, smooth sensation washed over me, making
every nerve in my body tense.

The woman didn't speak, only slowly moving her hands, further stimulating my already fragile
nerves . My penis was already erect, and I made her pull her buttocks back to give it enough
space. But when she intentionally or unintentionally touched her smooth abdomen, a stimulating sensation shot from my penis to my brain, making
it even harder. Her hands, sliding over my back and past my abdomen, finally slowly approached my
penis. Anticipating it, the thought of those delicate hands grasping my cock made me quickly pull my body back a little more,
making it easier for her hands to touch it.

"You should finish your shower first. My husband won't be back for a long time. During this time, I'm all
yours as long as you like!" The woman gently grasped my penis and pushed me under the showerhead. The showerhead, which had been running, quickly
soaked us both, making it easier to caress us. Our body temperatures were also rising further.

"How about this, I'll help you wash. You don't seem to be in the mood to wash now, so let me take good care
of you." Why did she suddenly say that? This woman is really shameless. She was still somewhat reserved before,
but now she has completely revealed her true colors. Naturally, I don't need to be polite either.
I gently stroked my penis, and the woman slowly squatted down. Could it be that she's going to offer to give me a blowjob?
Unfortunately , things didn't go as planned. The woman simply squatted down and carefully washed my penis, even lifting it up
to wash my testicles thoroughly. Could this woman be a germaphobe?

Already distracted, I had no desire to shower. I just had her quickly wash my "little brother,"
then I turned off the shower and grabbed a towel to gently dry her
hair . She slowly stood up and stared blankly at my face and eyes, as if trying
to see something through them. For no reason, I felt a pang of guilt and quickly looked away at her chest. Thankfully, she
only paused for a moment before grabbing the towel and drying me. To be honest,
after the shower, I felt refreshed and not sleepy at all (of course, with a woman like that next to you, if
you could fall asleep, I'd doubt if you were even a man).

I snatched the towel from her, threw it aside, picked her up, and headed outside. Damn it, what a letdown!

I couldn't even get out of the bathroom with her in my arms, not even sideways. How
annoying ! I had to put her down for now. We walked naked into the living room together, and I picked her up roughly,
carried her to the sofa, and threw her onto it. The sofa felt quite soft, so I figured she wouldn't
get hurt ; it'd just scare her a little.

Sure enough, she didn't have time to react to being thrown onto the sofa so suddenly. She screamed in fright,
her eyes tightly shut, but she quickly realized she was alright and slowly opened her eyes, looking at me and...
My cock was erect between my legs. She shifted to a more comfortable position on the sofa, looking like a Sleeping Beauty.

Lying on her side, she leaned against the cushions, her left hand supporting her chin, looking up at me slightly.
Her legs were spread wide, the dark forest of hair revealing glimpses of her budding breasts and the fleshy cleft below, seemingly
whispering seductive words.

I shoved a glass table in front of the sofa aside; the space was too cramped. Standing was
possible, but squatting down didn't work. So I climbed on top of her, kissing her
cherry-like lips fiercely. Supporting myself with one hand, the other subtly moved to
her breasts. The moment I touched them, her body stiffened, her abdomen arching dramatically.
She was so sensitive; just a light touch had such a strong reaction.

The breasts in my hands were so large that I could barely grasp a little more than half of them with my large hand. They looked to be at least
a 34D. They already seemed big when I was dressed, but now they seemed excessive. At least, I had never seen such large breasts among the women I had been with
before . I gently stroked and caressed them, moving from the left breast to the right.
The thought of these enormous breasts suddenly becoming my territory filled me with inexplicable excitement, and my penis
hardened even more. I pressed it against her lower abdomen with a wicked grin, feeling the roughness of her pubic hair.

After my kneading, her nipples slowly became erect, no longer the
soft Her nipples weren't very large, much smaller than those of women who had breastfed
. If you only looked at her nipples, they looked like those of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl. Her full breasts swelled even
more , remaining firm even when she was lying down, like two towering mountains that pierced straight into my
heart.

She seemed to dislike my kissing or perhaps she was already aroused. She tilted her head back,
squinted, and swallowed occasionally. Her hands wrapped around my back, occasionally scratching lightly
, which excited me even more as I kneaded her large breasts. I slowly pulled back, bringing my mouth closer to
her breasts, while my hands moved down to her lower abdomen.

In my experience, even if a woman is aroused, it's best not to touch
her private parts too early. It's not like some erotic novels where you can just go straight to her and she'll moan with pleasure—that's
practically impossible. Now, my hands moved to her lower abdomen, causing her body to stiffen again. She seemed to sense
my further teasing. As my mouth approached her nipples, she arched her back
. I had never seen such a sensitive woman.

I gently licked her nipples, my tongue circling them lightly. The roughness of my tongue stimulated
her sympathetic nerves, and with each lick, she let out a soft moan of pleasure.

I slowly moved my tongue from her nipple to her areola, then to her entire breast, my tongue tracing its way from one spot to another,
then slowly to the other breast. The hand holding her large breast continued to knead and tease,
slowly arousing her boundless desire. The hand on her lower abdomen also restlessly teased her genitals from time to time, but without
being too hasty in reaching the point.

A flush returned to her jade-like face, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

(I originally planned to write about the intercourse process, but considering my title and limited writing skills,
I'll go straight to the point and portray the female protagonist as a woman who only enjoys fist-fucking—let's get straight to the point.)

Unable to withstand the stimulation any longer, I jumped up, spread her legs, and forced my long-suppressed
member to her beautiful vulva. I thrust my hips forward, intending to penetrate her completely. At that moment, I was burning
with , wanting nothing more than to pierce this woman with my penis.

But she suddenly sat up, causing her lower body to move away from my penetration. I looked at her, puzzled. Seriously?
You've teased me this much, and you still won't let me? Don't tell me you're not wet! With her
sensitivity , I refuse to believe there's no lubrication. Sure enough, when I touched her vulva, it wasn't just wet,
it had even spread to the sofa. What was going on?

She sat up straight again and grabbed my penis, saying softly, "It's not that I
don't want to, I just don't like this way."

So that's what it was all about. She just doesn't like doing it on the sofa. Let's go to the bedroom, to the bed
! Already horny, I picked her up again and rushed towards the bedroom. Another sweat... which bedroom? I had to
stop, look down at the beauty in my arms, and ask, "Which one is the bedroom?"

Luckily, she weighed about 90 pounds, so holding her for a while wasn't too tiring.

"Put me down first, I want to talk to you." Damn, I can't take it anymore! You've been
bewitching me, getting me all excited, and now you want to talk? Are you trying to brainwash me?! Reluctantly,
I put her down and, following her lead, sat back down on the sofa.

"Do you know why I was looking for you?" Of course, it's because you're so horny. "Mainly because I
've been observing you for days."

Ugh, I've been watched for days without even realizing it. Thank goodness I'm not involved in a revolution,
or I probably wouldn't even know how I died. A sudden chill ran down my spine.

"Because I accidentally saw you browsing this forum, and it was all about fistjobs and vaginal dilation
."

That's true, I've been checking that forum from time to time these past few days, of course, looking at my favorite, fistjobs,
but that has nothing to do with the current situation.

"Ever since giving birth, I don't know why, but I always crave a feeling of being given and accepted.
Plus, after having a baby, my vagina became a bit loose. Although I can still orgasm with my husband, there
's always a sense of repression, a feeling that I need more."

(Sweat, isn't it just that you complain your husband's penis is too small? And you're making it sound so subtle.)

"Once, I accidentally saw my husband browsing this forum, and there was a term called 'fistjob.' I was
curious and wanted to know what it was. After reading it, I learned it involves putting your hand inside. Although
women who have given birth know that vaginal elasticity is incredibly high, seeing that you can put your hand inside,
and seeing how happy those actresses seemed, I actually felt a desire to put my hand inside too!"

"I didn't dare tell my husband, afraid he'd call me a pervert, but I was too scared to do it myself, so I did it after seeing you..."
"I like this kind of thing, so I decided to try it with you. Of course, you're the first person to make me think like this."

To be honest, I don't care that she said I was the first. I'm not her husband, so
even if I were cuckolded, it wouldn't be me. Anyway, I'm not a virgin anymore, so it doesn't matter who the first one is. And now I think
I understand that she wants me to use my hand to help her try it.

Ever since I first encountered fist-fucking, I've inexplicably fallen for her.
It's just that due to racial limitations, not many women in China can put their hands inside, and the women I
date are all childless, let alone using this method. Even when I use my penis,
it's too big.

Although I've always liked fist-fucking, I can only watch some videos of this kind from time to time, and
I've long since given up the idea of finding a woman to try it with. Today, I didn't expect to find a like-minded person, and
such beautiful woman took the initiative to invite me. God, I'm going to burn a hundred incense sticks when I get home tomorrow.

"I didn't know I was so terrible, so now I want you to help me, okay? I know you should
like it, but of course you can refuse. We'll still do it the way you want, and I'll
give you everything I've had these past few days." Seeing that I didn't react immediately, her expression darkened, thinking I couldn't
accept it. "Let's go to the bedroom first. You can do whatever you want there, okay?"

I looked at the somewhat heartbroken woman, gently put my arm around her shoulder, picked her up, and strode towards
the bedroom . Actually, although my outward appearance didn't show my thoughts
, I was already overjoyed inside. I never expected to be blessed with such good fortune, and it was even the way I longed for most.

I gently laid her on the bed, but I stood by the bed, quietly looking at her alluring body,
taking a deep breath, and casually looking around the bedroom. I was surprised to find that besides a large bed, a dressing table
, and a wardrobe, there was nothing else. Although the decoration looked quite luxurious, and there was a thick
carpet on the floor, it gave a very empty feeling. Fortunately, as long as I have a bed, that's enough. Even without a bed,
I can still do it on this thick carpet.

"Haha," I thought, and inexplicably laughed out loud.

"What are you laughing at? Is something wrong?"

I quickly lowered my head to hide my embarrassment, and then sprawled onto the bed. I pressed myself close to
her , my hands already wandering over her thighs and breasts.

She dodged, slid off the bed, and went to the dressing table. She opened a small drawer
, took out a small bottle—I recognized it—it was lubricant. I rarely used it; modern women
get so wet with just a little touch, they hardly need this stuff. But then I thought, it makes sense. We're not using a penis anymore;
it's better to lubricate something as big as a hand.

Suddenly, I found it a little funny. Although she had sounded aggrieved, as if afraid I wouldn't agree, our
thoughts and actions had already silently acknowledged our intention to continue. She

gently walked up to me, handed me the lubricant, and then slowly lay down,
quietly watching me.

I glanced at the lubricant in my hand, feeling like I'd suddenly become this woman's experimental tool. Oh
well, at least I had something to do, so why worry about it? I quickly put the lubricant on the bedside table and
moved closer. I held her tightly, afraid she'd get up to get something else, but thankfully,
she seemed ready to accept it. With such a beauty, what more could I ask for? If I didn't take advantage, I'd be a fool.

Worried that we'd already wasted so much time, and her secretions had dried, I reached out and touched her genitals
. Sure enough, it was just sticky; the fluids had all dried. Oh well,
since we had time, I'd stimulate her a bit more to get her into the mood.

I extended my middle finger and gently parted her labia, my fingertip caressing her clitoris. Since I wasn't going to use
my penis, there was no need to be so meticulous, and I'd be using my hand later anyway. The key now was to develop
her lower body first, otherwise it would be difficult to proceed later.

Although the previous vaginal fluid had dried, the area inside was still quite wet. With the added
stimulation, her fluid quickly soaked my fingers, making it easier to penetrate. With a slight
effort, my entire finger slid into her honeypot. Feeling my finger deep inside, we both
gasped, feeling her warm, welcoming embrace. Our hearts pounded, and we let out soft moans.

Although she had a great figure, she couldn't withstand the effects of pregnancy. Her seemingly small vulva was surprisingly spacious
; my fingers entered easily. And judging by the feeling, even adding two more fingers
wouldn't be too difficult. I sighed inwardly, but had to give up. After all, I was going to use my fist,
not a penis; being too tight would be inconvenient.

I pushed my fingers as far as I could. Because she deliberately spread her legs and raised her buttocks,
the inside of her honeypot felt incredibly spacious. My fingers could only barely touch the inner walls. Slowly,
I bent my fingers, searching for her G-spot.

Because of the depth of my fingers, and the fact that the G-spot is relatively far out, I easily found that rough
spot. A slight touch of my fingertip to that area caused her buttocks to rise again. It seems the G-spot
is indeed an excellent spot for stimulating a woman's nerves.

Feeling that one finger was too difficult, I slowly moistened my index finger with her vaginal fluid and inserted it. Sure enough,
inserting two fingers side-by-side was very easy. Actually, thinking about it, two fingers side-by-side, especially at the base, aren't
much narrower than a penis. This ease of insertion explains why she doesn't like her husband's penis and
craves hand penetration.

Gently thrusting my fingers in and out while stimulating her G-spot with my fingertips, her vaginal fluid
quickly overflowed, soaking my fingers and slowly flowing down to her anus and onto the bed. With the lubrication of her vaginal fluids,
it became much easier for me to insert my fingers. Before long, my ring finger smoothly entered her honeypot.
Only then did I feel a slight pressure. The three fingers side-by-side were about six centimeters in diameter,
and I only felt a slight sensation inside her. It really was a large hole.

At this moment, she was already immersed in my caresses and stimulation,
showing no discomfort at the insertion of my three fingers. She simply moaned softly, responding, her large breasts swaying rhythmically with her body.
Her body swayed, the white light almost blinding, a truly lewd scene.

I wondered
what her husband's reaction would be if he knew his wife wasn't satisfied with her performance, not only finding another man but also demanding to insert her hand into her vagina. I seemed to imagine her husband's
face turning green with shame at his wife's disdain, and secretly chuckled to myself.

"Want to go harder?" With three fingers already inside, I had to ask her how she felt, otherwise
, hurting her would backfire. Actually, I was happy to add another finger into her vagina,
because the feeling of being surrounded by warmth was so captivating.

"Hmm, it's okay, I don't feel any pain. It's just that it's the first time I've had so many fingers inserted, it feels
really exciting. You can continue, don't be afraid of hurting me, as long as I can bear it, you can keep
going ."

Hearing her words, I pulled the three fingers out of her vagina and held them in front of her, letting
her see how much her vaginal fluid was flowing, even running down my fingers onto my forearm. She stared blankly
at my hand, probably misunderstanding my meaning. She frowned slightly and put her mouth to my finger,
trying to lick it. The taste didn't seem as bad as she'd imagined, so she opened her mouth and took my
finger, covered in her own vaginal fluid, into her mouth.

Shocking! Judging from her behavior, it seemed she'd never tasted her own vaginal fluid before. Such a beautiful woman,
actually trying to eat her own vaginal fluid—it seems the **forum** has quite an influence .

I quickly took my hand out of her mouth, made her turn around and crawl on the bed, then kneel on
the bed buttocks sticking out, completely exposing her private parts to me. This had an advantage:
if her legs were spread wide enough, her vagina could open to its maximum. Many hospitals have tried having
women give birth this way, even without perineal incision. But I digress; let's get back to the main point.

She knelt there, supporting herself on her elbows. She turned to look at me, seemingly encouraging me with her eyes to continue
. By this time, my penis was already rock hard, but without my master's invitation, I couldn't just go in.
I thought, maybe if I made her unable to take it anymore, she would accept my penis.

To be safe, I picked up the lubricant from the bedside table, poured some onto my hand,
and smeared it all over my hand before holding it out to her for confirmation that it was enough.
After all, I had never used this before and didn't know how to use it, so I shouldn't pretend to know.

"Put some more on, the more this stuff, the easier it is to penetrate." At this point, she seemed to be completely lost in passion,
her dazed eyes sparkling with intense lust. "I've only ever wanted to do fistjobs before, I've never actually penetrated,
so let's use more for safety." That's true, although we both had strong desires, safety was more important

than the experience we'd only had in porn .
So I applied some more lubricant to my hand and reapplied it. With her
affirmative look, I figured we could move on to a real climax.

First, I gently stroked her vulva with four fingers together. Because she was kneeling, her labia were
wide open, revealing the pink flesh inside. Even
the vaginal opening, about the thickness of a finger, was visible due to gravity. The dark space inside seemed to be
guiding me deeper, to explore further.

Only then did I have a real chance to see her vulva. Unlike her breasts, her vulva was
incredibly dark. Aside from the length extending to her labia majora, the entire area around her vulva was that mature woman's
black Perhaps this was due to the skin tone of Asian women. The red, tender vulvas of Western women in pornographic films
are only seen on virgins in China, while mature women who have been sexually assaulted multiple times are this dark color—what
we call a "big black vulva."

Overall, her vulva wasn't particularly large; after all, she had a rather slender figure, unlike women whose bodies change after
childbirth labia majora weren't very thick, and inside were two particularly dark
labia minora, like two thin slices of bacon, arousing a strange desire.

After touching her for a short while, her vulva was once again filled with vaginal fluid. Feeling the lubricant on my hand slowly drying
, I thought it was time for us to continue.

The first finger, the second, the third, and finally the fourth finger all entered her vagina at once. She
let out a soft moan, whether of pleasure or discomfort, but it was very quiet, as if she didn't want to disturb my work.
Of course, my four fingers didn't enter her vagina side by side; first, they were interlocked, and if she
didn't seem to have any major issues, I would slowly spread them apart.

I slowly loosened the fingers that were interlocked, making three fingers side by side, and then the other three in the usual
way. Thankfully, she still didn't seem uncomfortable, and seemed to be increasingly enjoying this method
.

Gently rotating my wrist, I slowly expanded her vagina with three fingers placed side by side,
pushing them deeper as I rotated. The protrusions at the base of my fingers exerted considerable
pressure , perhaps reaching my limit. Further expansion was necessary; after all, only
four fingers were currently in place. Inserting all four or even five fingers would undoubtedly strain her,
which went against my gentle nature. I decided to proceed gradually.

With the lubricant, deeper penetration seemed easier. Feeling the pressure around my fingers lessen
, I began to spread my four fingers further to expand her vagina. At this
point , we were already quite engaged, and there was no reason to stop, even if it meant
some strain or pain for her. Seeing her enjoy it reassured me, and I resolved
to continue.

The insertion of four fingers side-by-side was still a bit too much for her, but her vagina, having
given birth , was more adaptable and elastic than that of a girl who hadn't. She only
shuddered slightly, perhaps because it really hurt, but after taking a deep breath, she didn't
object , meaning I could continue.

Just like before, once her vagina could accommodate my four fingers, I began to rotate my wrist
in the same way . Based on experience I learned online, once her vagina could accept this type of rotation and was relatively easy to...
Then, it was time to proceed to the final step—insertion.

Having learned from my previous experience, she tried to relax her muscles to accommodate my rotation. The previously
tight sphincter muscles gradually became more elastic. Since my fingers were parallel,
I could intentionally or unintentionally touch her cervix while rotating.

Unlike my girlfriend, the muscles around her cervix were slightly looser, which was to be expected
, since the baby comes out from there. Compared to girls who haven't given birth, it
was definitely looser.

Just as I was pushing my fingers deeper, she turned around and said somewhat shyly, "
Actually, you shouldn't insert your fingers parallel. My vagina definitely can't handle that kind of pressure right now.
Try putting your hands together first."

It wasn't that I didn't know this; I had just seen it online. Although this might be unacceptable to women,
once the vagina loosens from this rotation, it's easier to insert your hands when you put them together. So I said
, "You don't understand, do you? I saw this online. It's good for relaxing your vaginal muscles.
Do this first, and then I'll put my hands together. That way, it won't hurt so much when we do it later."

Hearing my seemingly caring concern, she didn't say anything more, burying her head in her chair and sticking her buttocks out
even higher. Her cooperation made me even happier. What a considerate beauty!

No longer feeling the pressure around my fingers, I decided to complete our final task. I put my four
fingers together and also inserted my thumb. However, since my thumb is
much shorter than the others, even when it went in, only about one fingernail was inside.

The real test hadn't even begun. I felt that the lubricant on my hands was running low, and
there was none on the back of my hand. I picked up the lubricant again and poured more onto the upper right side that I hadn't pulled out yet. After all,
better lubrication makes penetration easier, and I didn't want to ruin such a
beautiful woman .

I put down the lubricant bottle and used my left hand to evenly spread the lubricant I had poured on my right hand onto the back of my hand,
leaving the fingers untouched.

"I'm going to start," I reminded her deliberately, even though I knew she was ready.
After receiving her confirmation, I officially began my hand penetration plan.

I tried to push my hand in a little further, but felt a strong restraint preventing me from going any
deeper . It seemed that the previous relaxation hadn't truly opened her vaginal muscles. But that didn't matter.
With the help of the lubricant, I gently rotated my wrist again, searching for a more suitable position to facilitate hand penetration.

Undoubtedly, when a person's hand is clasped together, the largest area is at the base of the fingers.
The protrusions of these five finger joints are at least as wide as five penises combined, and due to the interaction between the bones,
they cannot shrink further. This means that only if her vagina further expands can it accommodate
insertion into this area. Rotating and thrusting, I didn't force my hand in directly. For a woman receiving fist-fucking for the first time
, even if she had given birth, this level of expansion was beyond her capacity to withstand.

I tried pushing her buttocks with my left hand, but she didn't move forward. She was already ready to respond to my
hand, so I sat up straight, closer to her buttocks, my left hand on her pink buttocks, and continued to exert force with my right hand,
seeking a new breakthrough.

"Hmph~~~" It seemed she really couldn't take it anymore, and couldn't help but open her mouth and cry out. Sensing
her pain, I quickly stopped myself from going any further. Let her rest for a moment.

In just a moment, she spoke: "Continue, I feel I can handle it."

What a strong woman, so I put my hand back into her vagina, still in the same position, continuing
to rotate, and increasing the force. She had already said she could handle it, so there shouldn't be any problem. At this moment
, all my energy was focused on my right hand, which was giving her, and my previously throbbing penis quietly
lowered its head.

She slowly lowered one hand to her abdomen, trying to touch her vulva, and placed a finger in my
palm. Together, our hands entered her vagina. The tension on her face vanished,
replaced an expression of complete absorption. My hand had now penetrated deeper; it seemed the most
prominent part had broken through her vaginal opening. However, due to her muscle contractions, it didn't go in smoothly.

Sensing my hand's position, she withdrew her hand, placed both hands on the bed, and arched
her buttocks back forcefully. With my push, I felt the pressure on my hand ease, and the most prominent part
successfully entered her vagina. Less than a third of my hand remained outside. With a little more
force , it should be fully inside.

A sudden sense of relief washed over me; all my efforts had finally paid off. I
paused , allowing her to recover her strength.

After holding my arm up for so long, though I hadn't felt it because I was so tense, I
only realized how sore and tired it was now that I relaxed. Now that my hand was almost entirely inside her
vagina, I felt like I couldn't exert any strength.

She turned and smiled at me, her expression relaxed. "I'll do the rest," she

said. As soon as she finished speaking, I felt a surge of force. Her buttocks slammed back, and my hand naturally
entered her vagina, leaving only my wrist connected to hers. However, because I wasn't prepared and her
thrust was too strong, I involuntarily leaned forward, my fist pulling her buttocks towards the bed
.

Instinctively, I braced myself with my elbow, and as her buttocks followed my movement
, my hand penetrated even deeper, reaching her cervix. Her
position created a lot of space inside her vagina, allowing my hand to move slowly within.

"You can try clenching your fist," she
said, turning her head

Upon hearing this, I slowly clenched my fist, my large fist filling the entire inside of her vagina.
The warm, moist sensation felt like a powerful electric current stimulating my very first nerve.
My already limp penis instantly became erect again.

We both adjusted to and felt the sensation. I began to try rotating my fist.
The suppleness of the muscles inside the body was unmatched by any other part of the body, not even something as
soft as a woman's breasts. I tried to push my fist deeper, but unfortunately, it seemed my hand had reached her very
innermost part , unable to go any further. A tension blocked my hand.

It seemed impossible to go any further, so I tried another movement. I slowly opened
my hand and grasped her cervix in my palm, gently stroking it. Unexpectedly, she arched her back
immediately expected stimulating the cervix to elicit such a strong reaction. No wonder women like
men to penetrate deeper; there was a reason for it.

Stroking her cervix, feeling her vaginal opening tighten as a result, it felt like a golden hoop
tightly gripping my wrist inside her body, impossible to pull out.

She reached out and grabbed my iron wrist, stopping my movements. Perhaps this had made her too sensitive. She then
slowly swayed her hips back and forth, as if receiving the thrusting of a penis.

I tried to pull my clenched fist out, but it was too large and stuck inside, unable to move an inch.
I knew it was impossible, but I wanted to let her enjoy the feeling of expansion even more.

Suddenly, I realized that apart from chatting in the internet cafe, we hadn't said much at all,
just following each other's guidance to finish this. Although this way of connecting our bodies was very
lewd , a heavy feeling of loss pressed down on my heart. Perhaps it was time to end it.

I loosened my grip and tried to pull out.

She sensed my abnormality, turned around to see me trying to pull my hand out, and suddenly
clamped her vaginal sphincter tightly around my wrist, making it impossible for me to pull out. She rolled over, face up, and
tried pull me onto the bed with her arms outstretched. Although my hand was still inside her vagina,
and the position of my body leaning against her upper body was uncomfortable, I didn't say anything. I just used my remaining
hand to hold her waist, and surprisingly, I didn't grope her large breasts.

We lay there quietly, and eventually, we both fell asleep. We were woken up by the honking of cars
rushing I opened my eyes and looked at her beside me. I thought it was all
over, even though I still wanted to insert my penis into her vagina.

Thankfully, the stimulation from my hand inside her vagina kept her juices flowing. I
looked my hand inside her vagina and gently pulled it out. Perhaps after a night of dilation, her vagina had gained
a new breadth, making penetration easier than usual.

I found my clothes. What was over was over; there was no need to linger. Actually,
it wasn't that I didn't want to continue. At this crucial moment, it was that damned sense of morality that stopped me. I felt
a sudden, inexplicable panic. I had stolen someone else's woman; what if it were my own?

I'm not suited for adultery; at least, I don't have the courage to see it through.

[The End]

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