A divorced woman with intense sexual desire

Back in 2007, online chatting was all the rage. As a single person, I was addicted to QQ chat. A girl named F, who worked as a liquor distributor, became my friend. She lived in the same city as me, and we chatted happily. We quickly agreed to meet, and I treated her to dinner and then took her back to my place. Because we had talked about relationship issues during our previous chat, and she had recently divorced, my presence made her feel less lonely. We sat on the bed, and I tentatively touched her hand. She didn't resist, and then we kissed. She wasn't very tall, about 160 cm, and a little plump. Her appearance wasn't outstanding, but it was acceptable. She had long, smooth hair. When I touched her breasts, I felt they weren't very big. I continued to move my hand down, rubbing her genitals through her jeans. She flinched a little, so I didn't continue. As the kiss became more intense, I slipped my hand inside her clothes and deftly unhooked her bra. She didn't resist; in fact, she was quite cooperative. The fact that things progressed this far on our first meeting meant that we were both incredibly sexually frustrated.

Soon, I stripped her down to her underwear, laid her on the bed, and carefully examined her breasts. They weren't large, but they were well-shaped. Her skin wasn't fair, but her breasts were very white, and her nipples were quite large and erect. I pinched her nipples a few times and began kissing her breasts. One hand reached down to remove her underwear, and she obediently bent her legs, allowing me to easily undress her. Her buttocks were large, and her pubic hair was sparse. Her vulva was smooth, unlike the previous women whose labia majora often had pubic hair. Her labia minora appeared thicker, with distinct folds of dark brown flesh. I parted her labia with my fingers and saw her clitoris, which was larger than those of the previous women. I gently rubbed her clitoris with my fingers, and she shuddered, her mouth... She started moaning and groaning. Because of her sexual experience, her sensitive body began to secrete vaginal fluid. I continued to touch her clitoris with one hand, while slowly inserting the middle finger of my other hand into her vagina. It was already very wet inside. I nimbly inserted my middle finger all the way in, then bent it to tease her vaginal walls, making her moan repeatedly. After doing this for a few minutes, I saw her vulva quickly rise upwards, as if trying to swallow my finger even deeper. I continuously thrust my lower body, and I had never seen such a tremor before.

I knew that she had orgasmed from my finger thrusting. Her vagina flowed out more fluid during the orgasm. I pulled out my finger and smelled it. There was a slightly fishy smell, probably because we hadn't had time to shower. She still had her eyes closed, enjoying the afterglow of her orgasm. At this point, I had her touch my penis with her hands. Her soft little hands slowly stroked my already rock-hard little brother. I lifted her head and placed my penis in front of her. She understood that I wanted her to lick it, but she shook her head repeatedly, saying she couldn't and had never done it before. I was disappointed, so I told her that she only needed to stick out her tongue and lick the glans. This time, she hesitated before grasping my penis and lowering her head. I saw her stick out her tongue and gently sweep it across the glans. I encouraged her to continue and had her open her mouth to take it in. She still hesitated and slowly opened her mouth. I immediately felt my penis enter an incredibly warm and wet place. However, being a first-timer, she didn't know how to do it and just held it in her mouth. I told her to take it deeper, and she did. Then I had her lick it with her tongue in her mouth. She slowly learned, but she often bumped into her teeth. I knew this had to be done slowly, so I didn't continue. I put her down, spread her legs, and my penis smoothly entered her wet vagina. She must have had quite a bit of experience; her vagina wasn't very tight, and it was just the right size for me. There wasn't a very strong sensation. The grip was tight, yet fulfilling.

I began thrusting, gradually increasing the speed. Her soft breasts swayed rhythmically up and down with my movements, and she made indistinct moans. After a while, I had her straddle me. I grasped her breasts with my hands, and her movements became increasingly intense, her up-and-down rhythm rapid. Her plump buttocks slapped against my testicles, making a slapping sound. Sometimes I could feel the pleasure of her slumping down and then rising high. Each thrust reached the deepest point. Then I had her lie face down, and I... I penetrated her from behind, thrusting forcefully while simultaneously using my fingers, moistened with her gushing vaginal fluid, to touch her anus. I even inserted half of one finger into her anus. Perhaps the stimulation from two orifices was too much for her to bear, for she immediately experienced another orgasm. Her entire body was almost limp before my penis, supporting her weight only on her elbows, raising her buttocks even higher. I thrust in and out while half-standing, reaching her clitoris each time, squeezing and deforming the flesh of her buttocks with each stroke. Finally, I ejaculated deep into her vagina. (When I find respectable women, I usually ask about their menstrual cycles and avoid using condoms if possible. Sometimes, if I impulsively ejaculate inside, I make them take medication, so there have never been any problems.)

F said she liked my attentiveness the most, and it's true. I'm very meticulous with every woman I sleep with, never just going through the motions to satisfy my own lust. I always try my best to make them feel comfortable first, since women's orgasms come slowly and require sufficient foreplay. F's oral skills were honed through my repeated training. Later, when I visited her at her cosmetics store in Urumqi, we had passionate encounters several times in the store's restroom. I remember one time I was sitting on the sink in the restroom, and she bent down to suck my penis, swirling her nimble tongue around the glans, occasionally spitting it out, then kissing the shaft with her lips and tongue, like eating ice cream. Then she licked down to my testicles, taking them into her mouth with her saliva-covered lips, teasing them with the tip of her tongue inside her mouth, then switching to the other side, repeating this process, swallowing and spitting, before licking down to the perineum below the testicles. She kept licking her pubic hair until it was wet and tangled in strands, which was quite amusing. My hands weren't idle either; I reached inside her clothes, slipped into her bra, and pinched her full, firm breasts, flicking her swollen nipples with my fingers. When she started breathing heavily with excitement, I thrust in, lifted her skirt, pulled down her panties, and my glans pierced her already overflowing pussy. Her buttocks were very fleshy, and when I fucked her from behind, I could feel those two mounds of flesh gently caressing my pubic hair and testicles. With each thrust, I could see the flesh on her buttocks being squeezed and deformed and then returning to its original shape, like the undulations of waves, only with a faster rhythm.

I rolled up her clothes, cupped her breasts in both hands, and used them as leverage to thrust into her. In the mirror above the sink, I could see her closed eyes and long, trembling eyelashes. Although she wasn't particularly beautiful, even plain-looking, her expression of ecstasy and flushed face were captivating. Her mouth was half-open, emitting hazy moans. Because of the cramped bathroom, this was the only position we could maintain. After a few minutes, I felt the tingling sensation of impending ejaculation on my glans and thrust even more violently, her breasts being pressed even harder against my skin. I squeezed her hard, and her body swayed more violently with each thrust, her cries growing louder. After dozens of vigorous thrusts, I ejaculated all my thick semen into her vagina. A moment later, I withdrew my limp penis, but she was still immersed in the afterglow of her orgasm, not yet savoring it. She closed her eyes and lay on the sink, her long hair hanging down her neck, her legs seemingly about to curl up weakly. Thick white fluid seeped from her vagina and slowly trickled down her inner thighs, the dark brown labia contrasting beautifully with the white fluid, bearing witness to the fierce battle that had just taken place. I helped her up, wiped away the white fluid with a tissue, added some padding, and helped her put on her panties and bra. She clung tightly to me, her small mouth still breathing heavily. I asked her if she enjoyed it, and she nodded gently, saying, "You almost killed me." Later, I sold the shop and went to the mainland, never contacting her again. She was another unforgettable passerby in my life.

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