Southern Past

I'm a man who really likes mature women. Women older than me, with full, shapely figures, are a fatal attraction for me. I love the genuine emotions that flow from their voluptuous bodies. I've always wanted to write about this experience, not for anyone else to see, but because of a strange, deep-seated thought within me—perhaps a memory, perhaps just to leave something behind. I met her in 2004 in a small village in a large industrial area in southern China. The village was full of migrant workers. When I first arrived, it was desolate, but now it was bustling with activity. At night, the city lights shone brightly, and men and women, fat and thin, swayed with the city until late. She lived next door to me then, four years younger than me. She didn't have a boyfriend at the time, and I had just broken up with my girlfriend. One summer day after get off work, I returned to my apartment and saw her carrying things up the stairs. Her full, rounded hips swayed laboriously as she climbed the stairs. Just as I saw her, she was about to stop and rest. Turning her head, I saw a round, attractive face, slightly thick lips, a neat ponytail, and her full legs standing there with barely any gap between them. Sweat streamed down her forehead. Thinking that we were neighbors in the same building, even though we might live together for ten or eight years and never exchange a word, or even know each other at all, it felt obligated to help a girl in need. I quickly took a few steps up: "Let me help you with this!" She smiled faintly: "Thank you!" I said, "You're welcome, it's just in time!" So I picked up the box and started climbing. The box wasn't heavy for me, maybe twenty or thirty pounds. I asked her, "Which floor do you live on? I'll help you carry it up." She said, "The fifth floor." I said, "I live on the fifth floor too!" I then asked her, "How long have you lived here?" "I've never seen you before! I also live on the fifth floor!" She said she'd been living there for six months and hadn't seen me either, which was strange! I said maybe everyone's busy with work, that's normal. As we talked, we arrived at her door, which was only separated from mine by a wall. I opened the door, helped her carry her things inside, and glanced around the room. It was simple: a bed, a TV, a water dispenser, a fan, and a table—very tidy (compared to my doghouse). Then I turned to leave, but she said, "Sit down for a bit and have some water!" I said no, and she didn't try to stop me. At the door, I turned back and said, "Now that we know each other, just knock on my door if you need anything. If you don't want to go out, I can hear you knocking on the wall." She said, "Okay! I might need your help a lot in the future." That's how we got to know each other. Later, she came to my room a few more times, always staying until after 11 pm. That's when I learned she'd also broken up with her boyfriend six months prior and moved there. Perhaps because I hadn't yet recovered from the heartbreak of breaking up with my girlfriend, I was hesitant to bring up relationships again. So whenever she came, even if she had just showered and was wearing a long dress or nightgown, I would just watch her from behind without wanting to touch her. Two years passed in a daze. She got married, saying she would become a spinster if she didn't. Meanwhile, I had lived a very closed-off life for the past four years, and she came to my place less and less often, until she stopped coming altogether. After their marriage, her husband worked in an industrial area 50 kilometers away from the city, while she continued to live alone next door to me. Her husband would come to her place every Saturday and leave on Sunday afternoon. Every time he returned, I could vaguely hear moans and indistinct conversations from next door. At those times, all the past and unpleasantness would vanish. I would fantasize about rolling around with her in bed, making love to her in every way imaginable, imagining her full, rounded legs tightly clamped together, and my penis thrusting in and out of her vagina between her legs. I would masturbate while listening to their lovemaking, and afterwards, I would forget all about it. Two years later, I had a whirlwind marriage. My wife was someone I didn't have much feeling for; perhaps it was fate that brought us together by chance. After the marriage, I still lived in that apartment, still her neighbor, but her husband rarely came over, while my wife lived with me every day. That's how it all began. Four years have passed since I met her, and everything is only just beginning. It was a summer night. Southern summers are hot and humid, and the whole city seemed restless in that atmosphere. My wife was working the night shift that night. I received a text from her right after she left home after dinner, saying that a light bulb at home was broken. She had just bought a new one but was afraid to install it for fear of being electrocuted. I immediately knocked on her door. She had probably just gotten home; she hadn't even had time to change her clothes. I took the bulb, installed it, and turned it on. I turned to leave, and she said, "Have some water?" Hearing this, I suddenly remembered the first time I met her four years ago—she had said the same thing! Suddenly, I felt that not much had changed in the past four years. She was still the same as before, only her body was fuller, perhaps because she had given birth; her breasts were firmer. For some reason, I sat down on the edge of the bed. She got me a glass of water, which I drank in one gulp. She got me another glass, and I chatted with her while holding the glass. At first, it was just casual conversation, mainly about work. Later, when we talked about family, her expression darkened, as if she had something difficult to say. Seeing this, I suddenly felt a strange pang in my heart. I said, "Actually, I liked you four years ago." She was startled by this: "Why are you saying this now!" I said, "It's true. But back then, I felt I didn't have a solid career foundation. My girlfriend left me because of that, so I was very insecure and didn't dare to confess to you." She turned her head to look at me, not responding, just looking at me quietly. Everything had happened so suddenly… In my excitement, I put down the glass and pulled her into my arms. She didn't say anything, just sobbed softly. I held her tightly in my arms, letting her sob like a frightened little bird. I cupped her face in my hands and gently kissed her lips. She resisted a little, but the resistance was fleeting. She obediently opened her teeth and stuck out her tongue to kiss me. Then we kissed each other passionately and held each other tightly. I touched her breasts. Even through her clothes, I could feel their extreme fullness and softness. I unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her full, white breasts. My hand slipped inside her bra, and I finally touched her breasts—full and soft, the very place I had fantasized about four years ago. Today, I finally felt it. I kneaded them vigorously for a while, and her moans began. Her tongue stiffened, letting my tongue gently nibble at the tip of hers. I pulled my hand away and reached down to her genitals, unbuckling her jeans and slipping my hand inside her panties. Her thick labia were already overflowing with lubrication. I hadn't expected her to be so sensitive; the extremely pleasurable, slippery sensation was incredible. I stroked her labia with my fingers, releasing her love... I smeared the fluid all over her vulva, then gently inserted my middle finger into her vagina. It slid in easily, and her moans became more frequent, louder, and more suppressed. I then used three fingers to insert into her vagina, thrusting in and out, bringing out a lot of vaginal fluid. I could even hear the wet sounds coming from her vagina as I moved my fingers in and out. She was so wet, so incredibly wet. I deliberately pulled my fingers out so they didn't touch her skin or underwear. When I pulled them out, my three fingers were covered in water, and a couple of drops had fallen to the floor. I made her put her fingers in her mouth and suck on them. She said, "Dirty..." I didn't say anything. I sucked my fingers clean and then kissed her. She opened her mouth and accepted my kiss. I then laid her flat on the bed and pulled down her pants, which were already soaked. I was probably too excited at the time. Having never tasted a woman's vagina before, I didn't think twice. I parted her plump legs and buried my head inside. I found her clitoris and rubbed it back and forth tightly with my lips. She could no longer suppress her moans and let out a sudden, unrestrained cry. Her whole body tensed, and then she collapsed. I really didn't expect her to orgasm so easily! Her love juice covered both sides of my face. I stood up and quickly took off my clothes, and then took off all of her remaining clothes. Four years of neighbors, and we were now facing each other naked. She covered her face and turned to one side. I stood there carefully admiring her body. She was very voluptuous (the word I used most often to describe her was "voluptuous," and indeed, thinking back to that moment, my penis still gets hard). Her skin was fair and delicate, and her two full breasts spread out flatly to the sides. One hand couldn't even grasp one of them—they were too big! Her legs were still warm from the afterglow of her orgasm.Her legs were tightly pressed together, with no gap between them except for a small tuft of pubic hair. Because she was lying flat, her buttocks were pressed to the sides, forming a perfect line with her legs, giving the impression of baby fat, roundness, and tenderness. My penis was also very hard, although not yet at its peak, but it felt like it was about to explode. I didn't care about anything else, I pressed heavily on her body, pressing my penis tightly between her legs. She still kept her legs tightly closed. Although I didn't penetrate her vagina or even touch her labia, she must have felt the hardness and heat of my penis. I cupped her breasts in my hands, the full, smooth comfort spreading through my body. I buried my head between her breasts, inhaling the fragrance of her pre-marital life, and then eagerly sucked and even lightly bit her nipples. Her moans began again, and her legs slowly opened. My penis touched her labia as she opened her legs, my glans... Because of her love juices, I was incredibly lubricated. I slid my penis between her labia, and when I occasionally touched her clitoris, she would shudder and moan loudly. I released her breasts, lifted her buttocks with both hands, and spread her legs completely apart. I aimed my penis at her vaginal opening and slowly inserted it. I thought it would be a bit difficult because of the lubrication inside, but when I inserted it, I found that it went in without any resistance. Later, she mentioned it, and I also discovered it, that her body was very sensitive, especially before making love with me. As long as I gently kissed her or touched her buttocks or breasts through her clothes, she would immediately become incredibly wet. I still remember the embarrassed expression on her face when she said that. My penis was fully inserted. Her vagina was warm, a feeling of comfort I hadn't experienced with any other woman since we parted. I thrust a few times, suddenly feeling myself about to ejaculate. How could it be so fast? I tried to hold back, but I couldn't. She moved beneath me, and with that slight movement, I lost control. The desire I'd had for her for four years surged forth, my penis throbbing inside her. She opened her half-closed eyes: "You came?" I said, "Yes, I was too fast, I'm sorry..." She didn't speak, and my penis remained inside her. I lay there on top of her, her eyes filled with deep affection, her hands stroking my hair. Time seemed to stand still... My penis went limp and slowly slid out of her vagina, sticking to her legs. I got up... I took some tissues and wiped away the semen that had leaked from her labia and vagina. She lay there, obediently letting me do as I pleased. After I finished wiping, I lay down beside her. Suddenly, she rolled over and lay on top of me, her full breasts pressing tightly against my chest. Her loose ponytail fell across my face, tickling me. She looked at me deeply and said, "I gave it to you. Actually, I didn't tell you, but I really wanted to give it to you too." I pulled her towards me, hugged her tightly, and ran my hands over her back and her plump buttocks... After returning from her place, I felt inexplicably guilty. I was afraid that we would both fall into this immoral relationship. But then I thought about it and felt at ease. After all, we were married, and it wasn't easy for things to get out of control. She also said that this was the first and the last time. Thinking that nothing else would happen between us in the future, I felt much more relieved. A month later, she moved away. It wasn't far, but it was remote. We didn't see each other for a month. I started thinking constantly about her voluptuous body, her round buttocks, her large breasts, her vagina overflowing with love juice, and her labia coated in slippery love juice. I couldn't stop thinking about her, to the point that when I had sex with my wife, I would close my eyes and fantasize about her to ejaculate. Finally, one day in late summer, I received a text message from her after get off work, saying she was waiting for me in a grove of trees by a certain road. The south was quite chaotic at the time, and I was worried about her safety. The grove was also quite remote. I had just gotten off work when I received the message, so I lied to my wife and took a taxi to the grove. When we entered, it was already dark. Seeing her, my penis throbbed with excitement. I didn't know if it was okay to have sex in this environment, or if she just wanted to see me or wanted to have sex, but I could tell she was also excited; her chest was heaving. Because it wasn't too dark yet, I didn't dare make any sudden movements. I held her hand tightly and pulled her deeper into the grove. Then I noticed a police post about fifty meters away in the woods. I was amazed by its secrecy; this place was both incredibly hidden and absolutely safe. No one would dare rob someone near a police post! We found a clean spot deep in the woods and sat down. It was quite far from the road. I looked around and saw no one. I turned and hugged her tightly. She didn't struggle at all and responded to my passionate kisses. I said, "I missed you. I want you." She didn't speak, letting my hands roam freely over her body. I touched her labia again; they were already soaking wet. I inserted three fingers into her vagina, thrusting in and out. Her juices flowed freely again. I asked her, "Have you been with your husband lately?" She said, "Yes, but I don't really want him to touch me. Every time I have to, I think of you." Her feelings were so similar to mine. I got excited again, and my right hand thrust the three fingers in and out of her vagina even faster. Suddenly, she pleaded and pulled closer to me. In my arms: Hold me tight, I'm coming! I held her tightly, my right hand moving faster. She suddenly convulsed, her legs trembling, and a gush of fluid shot from her vagina. She came?? I later looked it up on Baidu and found out that women can ejaculate, called squirting. That must have been her squirting! Her body lay limp in my arms, her belt completely unbuckled, her jeans pulled down, exposing her labia and half her buttocks. My penis was hard and throbbing. I wanted to go inside, I told her. She tried to pull down her pants and sit on me, but the jeans were too tight. Even pulling them down a little didn't help; her legs couldn't spread, and even sitting on me made it difficult to move. So I had her stand up, hold onto a tree trunk, and face me with her buttocks—those plump, white buttocks! They were the buttocks I'd been dreaming of! Round and facing me, perfect curves, without a single protrusion or angle, a continuous curve from her waist to her knees. I reached my left hand around her lower abdomen and down... I touched her thick labia, then my penis. I pushed upwards, thrusting my hips in. Her buttocks arched even higher, forming a perfect S-shape from the side—a man standing at the curve of that S, thrusting upwards with all his might… I thrust in and out seven or eight times, then suddenly my ejaculation came! I breathed heavily and whispered in her ear, “I’m going to cum, ahh…” She arched her buttocks even higher. At that moment, I couldn’t hold back any longer. A month of longing had been reduced to just seven or eight thrusts. A large amount of semen remained inside her vagina. I was devastated. She didn’t say anything, but hugged me and cried softly. I asked, “What’s wrong?” She said, “I want to be with you so much. I want to divorce him…” I was stunned. I forgot to pull down our pants. My worst fear had come true. Then she said something that reassured me: “I’ve thought about it for a long time, but you can’t divorce him…” I said, “I really can’t divorce him.” She glanced at me and said nothing more. After returning that day, I repeatedly told myself not to associate with her anymore. However, things in this world are sometimes unpredictable. It was already autumn when I was assigned to a short business trip to Panyu. I took an air-conditioned bus, the kind with seats that, as everyone knows, aren't as spacious as regular buses; they're packed tightly together. As I walked towards the back of the bus, a familiar figure appeared before me—it was her… She was sitting alone by the window, gazing out listlessly. Just as I noticed her, she turned her head as if sensing my presence and saw me. Our eyes met in surprise. I pretended nothing was wrong and sat down in the seat next to hers, leaning close to her arm. She asked me some questions; it turned out she was going to Panyu to deliver something to her husband. I touched her hand and held it tightly, and she held mine tightly too. Everything was wonderful.Dom stared at me blankly. That day, she was wearing a dress and black stockings, her ample thighs exposed, incredibly alluring! I whispered to her, "Are you going to see him for 'that'?" She rolled her eyes at me: "You're crazy!" Then she turned to look out the window, pretending not to want to see me. I placed my briefcase between us, and she turned her head: "What?" I didn't answer, but my left hand, concealed by the briefcase, slipped inside her skirt. The stockings were very comfortable, and it was easy for my hand to slip between her legs through the elastic. She whispered in alarm, "No, there are too many people!" I smiled and said, "It's okay, just spread your legs a little..." She hesitated for a moment but obediently spread her legs. My fingers touched her labia through her underwear—very prominent labia, I could feel them clearly even through the fabric. She looked down at my hand moving inside her skirt, and I whispered to her, "Are you wet?" She gently bit her lip: "Stop touching me, it hurts so much..." I said okay, I won't touch you anymore. Then I pulled my hand behind her back and touched her buttocks, gently caressing her cleft. Her buttocks were full but not bloated, fleshy but not sagging. I never encountered such perfect buttocks again. I touched them for a while, and she lowered her head and whispered: "I miss you so much..." I knew she was aroused, so I brought my hand back to touch her labia. They were completely wet, and the labia were very slippery because of the lubrication. I inserted my middle finger into her vagina, and she asked me in alarm: "Did you put your finger in?" I said yes, and she said no, afraid someone would find out. I said don't worry, no one will see. There was no one in the seats next to us, and only three rows of seats behind us were empty. Who could see? She finally relaxed. I asked her to spread her legs wider, and she obediently did so. I inserted my ring and middle fingers into her vagina simultaneously, rubbing her clitoris with my thumb as I thrust in and out. She covered her mouth to stifle her cries, occasionally signaling with her eyes for me to stop. I became increasingly smug, ignoring her signals and thrusting even faster, rubbing her clitoris more intensely… Finally, after only about three minutes, she climaxed. During her climax, her whole body convulsed, her head buried in her legs, her legs twisting and contorting. She grabbed the hem of her skirt and tightly covered her mouth, her right hand gripping my thigh tightly for a long time… Later, our contact became more open. We both knew it wouldn't affect our family life, so we were very open. Although she always told me she liked me and wanted to divorce her husband to be with me, even if I didn't divorce my husband, she would divorce her husband to be my lover, so that she would have no more worries or guilt, she never dared to make a decision easily. Moreover, I didn't let her have such thoughts anymore. I said, "If you really do that, you will lose me too." I don't want you to get a divorce. I'm leaving the South. If we don't see each other for a long time, you'll slowly forget me and live a happy life. Don't ruin his life because of a momentary feeling. If we are truly destined to be together, let's stay together for life. Even if we don't see each other often, even if we don't think of each other often in the future, as long as we feel warmth in our hearts when we do think of each other, that will be forever. These were my words to her after we made love, lying naked in bed, as I held her delicate body. Her eyes were sparkling, like an innocent young boy. I felt a pang of pity, and tears welled up in my eyes, but I forced them back. She, however, poured all her tears onto my chest. Every time we had sex, I ejaculated very quickly, sometimes in less than a minute. Then one time, we were in her rented apartment, and I ejaculated quickly again. Afterwards, we took a shower and then went back to bed together. She had already learned to gently stroke my penis with her hand (she rarely touched my penis before). My penis became hard again under her touch. She told me to lie down properly, and I obediently lay down, sensing that something I was looking forward to was about to happen… She lay between my legs, her buttocks facing me, her plump buttocks… Her plump labia parted, revealing her pink vagina. I touched her buttocks with both hands, occasionally using my right finger to touch her labia and the pink flesh inside. She moaned, bent down, and took my penis into her mouth… I couldn't believe it. I had asked before, but she wouldn't agree. But that day, she took my penis into her mouth willingly. My penis throbbed in her mouth, fully erect. I said, "Baby, faster, faster…" Her sucking became faster and faster. Finally, she sighed and sat up. I didn't feel any urge to ejaculate, but my vagina… My penis was as hard as iron. I sat up abruptly, hugged her from behind while she was still sitting on my stomach, laid her down on the bed, spread her legs, and knelt on the floor, using slippers under my knees. I didn't care about anything else, and thrust in directly. I pumped hard, her breasts heaving violently with each stroke. I gripped her hips tightly, pulling her towards me with force each time, then pushing her away. She moaned loudly, "So hard, so hard..." That day, I actually lasted over an hour before ejaculating, using every position imaginable... She stood with her back to me, her buttocks raised; facing me, her legs pressed tightly together, I forcefully pushed into her vagina; lying on the bed, her buttocks raised to welcome me; lying on her side behind her, our legs crossed, touching her clitoris as I deeply penetrated her… We even moved to the balcony, the kitchen, and the bathroom. That morning was crazy. She couldn't remember how many orgasms she had. Towards the end, when I was about to ejaculate, she gave me oral sex. I ejaculated all the remaining semen into her mouth, which she swallowed. She said it felt like it was stuck in her throat, and it was very uncomfortable. She drank some water and felt a little better. My penis ached for an entire afternoon afterward. The next day, she texted me saying her lower body hurt so much that even climbing stairs was painful… After that, every time we made love, I could last at least half an hour, exhausting her until I ejaculated. Several times, she still swallowed my semen despite her sore throat. Once, she said it wasn't her safe period but didn't want to swallow it, so I pulled out just before ejaculating and ejaculated on her floor. Then I left in a hurry, and she didn't want to wipe away the semen until it dried on its own the next day. That afternoon, her husband came and made love to her. She was still looking at the semen and fantasizing that it was me on top of her. Another time, her husband came home while we were making love. He knocked on the door, and we were both startled. She had always been afraid this day would come, so she had never given him a key. After knocking for a while and receiving no response, he called to ask if she was off work. At that moment, she was kneeling on the bed, and I was half-kneeling behind her, thrusting hard. She tried to calmly hide her heavy breathing and said she had just gotten off work and was going down the stairs. She would be home in an hour. She told me to go to the supermarket and buy some snacks... After her husband left, we made love frantically for the last ten minutes or so. She asked me to ejaculate inside her vagina. I said no, she wasn't in her safe period, and what if her husband found out when he came back and made love to her? She said it was okay, she would take some out later and then make love to her husband, and he wouldn't find out. She also wanted to have my child, so it would be easier to cover up the timing. Women are so crazy! I was startled, but I still ejaculated inside her. After I ejaculated, she wouldn't let me pull out. After a long time, she had an orgasm before letting me pull out. Two weeks later, I left the South. Another two weeks later, I received a text message from her in a city in the North: "Baby, I'm pregnant. It's from that time. It's yours. I'll give birth to it and raise it well. If you have the chance in the future, come visit us! I'll send you photos then..." About ten months later, the baby was born safely, and she sent me a photo. The baby looked like me. Between the ages of one and three, she would send me photos every now and then. Looking at my adorable daughter in those photos, I felt a mix of emotions, mostly self-reproach. But I couldn't show it in front of her. She was completely immersed in this illicit relationship, and her husband, who had been unfaithful before we started dating, had become somewhat distant. Sometimes I even wondered if her initial motive was revenge against her husband, but then I dismissed that thought. From the beginning, I could see in her eyes that she was truly in love with me, while I was driven by lust for her beautiful, voluptuous body. Now that my daughter is three, I have a deeper affection for her and this child—a kind of familial love, but this love is so far away, we'll never meet again in this life. My child, I'm so sorry for you, and I'm so sorry for your mother. If there is an afterlife, I will repay you by being your servant.

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