Anita Mui (3) - Passion in Middle Age

She stood up and said, "I'll go see who it is." Then she left. I was filled with anxiety: What if it was a trap? What if she told someone? What if… I didn't dare think any further. Just as my mind was in turmoil, she returned, saying that her child's uncle had come to ask if she needed to plow the fields tomorrow, and she had already sent him away. I finally felt relieved. At this moment, I turned on the light and carefully observed her. She lowered her head, and I noticed that she was even more alluring than before after our lovemaking; her face was flushed, and her breasts seemed even larger. My penis began to stir again. I pulled her close and hugged her. After our passion, she had clearly accepted our relationship and didn't resist much. When I put my hand inside her panties, I found her much wetter than before. Inserting my fingers into her vagina, I felt a considerable amount of lubrication inside. I moved my hands to her breasts, feeling their firmness. I slowly kneaded them, and her breathing grew heavier, her eyes tightly closed, her hands gripping my arms tightly. I gently removed her clothes layer by layer, carefully admiring her body under the light. She was clearly shy, covering her face with her hands and clamping her arms tightly around most of her breasts. I pried her hands open forcefully and found her face very hot. I shifted my gaze to her lower body, noticing her sparse, yellowish pubic hair, lying softly on her mons pubis, feeling a gentle warmth when I touched it. I then carefully examined her vagina, finding her labia majora small and tightly closed, appearing from the outside like a fleshy slit. I knew this was the result of infrequent intercourse. Generally, women in middle age, due to prolonged intercourse, have looser vaginas, with the vaginal opening widened, and the labia majora often drooping to the sides, unlike the tight closure of a young girl's vagina. Although I didn't know about their sexual activity when her husband was alive... But I'm certain that since her husband's death, she's rarely had sex, at least not the rumored promiscuous behavior. That's why her vaginal opening is so tight, and why our intercourse just now was so difficult. I gently stroked her genitals and kissed her breasts. She became increasingly excited and bold, even daring to touch my penis with her hand. When she realized my penis was already large and hard, she forcefully pulled it towards her lower body. I knew her vagina was starting to itch again, so I stood up, positioned my penis with both hands at her vaginal opening, and thrust in. This time it went more smoothly, although her vagina was still quite tight. But because there was already a lot of lubrication inside, it felt much easier than last time. I didn't rush to thrust, slowly sliding inside, caressing the woman's entire body, fully arousing her passion, letting her feel the greatest pleasure. I wanted to completely conquer this woman, making her my complete sex slave. Under my flirting, she became increasingly impatient, her breathing growing heavier. Finally, she slightly opened her eyes and said, "Hurry up, I can't take it." I knew she had reached true passion. So I let go of her body and thrust in and out with great force, occasionally using the technique of nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one. She became frenzied under the impact of my penis, tightly hugging my waist, her lower body pressing firmly against my hips, like a piece of chewing gum stuck to my body. Since I was standing on the ground, I picked her up, scooped her thighs up with my hands, and her hands wrapped around my neck. I vigorously rocked her up and down, feeling her vagina gripping my penis tightly. The stimulation was obviously too intense; she hissed and gasped, her breathing becoming rhythmic and mixed with sobbing moans. I wanted to make this introverted woman unable to live without sex, unable to live without me. I had to completely conquer her body and senses tonight. To be honest, she wasn't a thin woman; she weighed around 110 or 120 pounds. Holding her and rocking her up and down for a long time was indeed tiring. But tonight's passion gave me immense power. I gritted my teeth and thrust as hard as I could, until finally she felt the climax. She arched her back, and I felt a sudden weight on her. Her vagina convulsed violently, her body pressed tightly against mine, motionless. I laid her on the bed and slowly began to thrust, my hands roaming over her body again. She grabbed my hand and placed it on her face. I felt her eyes were wet. I asked her, "What's wrong? Are you angry?" She didn't answer, then suddenly sat up and kissed my chest fiercely. I knew I had achieved my goal. This woman would forever be at my command. Overjoyed, pleasure surged forth. A hot, thick sensation erupted, shooting deep into her body. She hugged me again, holding on for a long time. Finally, I heard her say softly, "I'll die in your hands." I said, "Sister Mei, do you hate me?" She smiled, "It's no use hating you now." I said, "Don't worry, I'll never forget you, and I'll treat you well." She smiled noncommittally, "Sigh. I don't expect anything. I know my place and situation. I'll be satisfied if you don't turn away when we meet again." I felt a surge of emotion and kissed her face tightly. I held her close, unwilling to let go for a long time. (To be continued)

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