The Desires of Mature Woman Sherry

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I want to thank everyone who took the time to read my story and respond to me.

This story comes from my memory, and it's 90% true. I don't remember the exact conversations between us; I'm just trying to describe what we might have said, and I'm sure my actual language is far worse than what's presented here. If you're wondering why this story is somewhat "unconventional,"

I can only say, "Because it is, so it is."

Shirley influenced my entire life, and to this day, I have a deep appreciation for women with natural beauty.

What surprises me today is that it's normal for a man to like a woman shaving her body hair, but it's considered perverted if he prefers her natural state. In the 1980s, veteran porn star Kaypaker was famous for her thick pubic hair and sagging breasts, but nowadays, female celebrities consider it fashionable to shave their body hair completely and have breast implants.

This may be due to changing times and shifts in people's aesthetic standards, but I still stand by my own preferences, and I'm willing to discuss this issue with everyone. A woman from Arkansas responded enthusiastically to my first part and asked some personal questions, such as why Shirley would be attracted to a naive boy instead of having an affair with a mature man? I'm willing to have a private, heart-to-heart talk with you about these questions.

Thank you again for reading.

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Shirley showed no sign of annoyance as I sucked on her large, brown nipples. I later learned that other women didn't seem to like having their nipples played with too much, as they were easily hurt and painful, but Shirley always seemed to enjoy it and never pushed me away.

She lay there enjoying my playing with her breasts, occasionally letting out a moan, and rubbing my hair with her hands. I gazed at her cheeks, which were tanned and covered with fine golden hairs. I gently licked her hard nipples with my tongue, immersed in this emotionally cathartic sexual act.

She was 38 years old, with fine wrinkles around her eyes and mouth. I gently kissed her breasts and lips, and she gritted her teeth to resist. She slowly puffed on her cigarette, each puff lasting several seconds, then her mouth filled with thick white smoke. She paused briefly before inhaling deeply.

Afterward, she would exhale very slowly towards the ceiling, as if reluctant to leave.

As she exhaled, the smoke from her nose mingled with the smoke from her lips. Those fragrant lips enticed me to kiss them passionately again and again, and she seemed to enjoy it.

Finally, she finished her cigarette, took one last deep drag, and reached for the bedside table to stub it out. Then she lay back on the pillow, and I leaned in to deeply suck on her tongue. I never smoke, but when I kissed her, the smell of smoke on her breath didn't bother me at all.

Passion overcame my previous aversion to tobacco. I kissed my way from her fragrant lips to the erect nipples on her beautiful breasts, while my fingers continued to play with her armpit hair.

On impulse, I moved my lips from her breasts to her armpit, burying my nose and lips deep into the thick armpit hair. I slipped my tongue into her armpit hair, and she gasped, but didn't push me away.

Since we had already showered, her body odor was light, only slightly salty from sweat, and this action, which I had initially found disgusting, made my limp penis hard again. She seemed to enjoy playing with her armpit, so I pressed her other arm over her head, while my tongue combed through her armpit hair.

My fingers wandered to her thick vulva, and I cupped her entire mons pubis and massaged it. She took a deep breath, arched her back, and one of my fingers slid into her vagina, touching the overflowing, slippery, lustful fluid. My index finger didn't go in very deep; the tip touched the fleshy walls of her vulva.

Her breathing quickened. I remembered how much she used to enjoy my tongue licking her clitoris, so I rubbed and gently touched it with my thumb.

She gasped, "Gently, baby, that part of a woman's body is very sensitive."

My sudden inspiration yielded an unexpected reward. I had seemed a little nervous when I ejaculated, but now I was completely calm. Shirley's right hand was once again exploring my penis, which was fully erect.

She began to gently stroke it and apply pre-ejaculate around the glans. I continued to thrust my fingers in and out of her wet vagina, and again put her large, dark nipples into my mouth, gently sucking and teasing them with my tongue.

Shirley's breathing became heavy, and she arched her back again; it seemed her orgasm was approaching.

I began to rub her wet clitoris with my thumb with slightly more force. She whimpered and moaned, arching her back and thrusting rapidly as I thrust faster and faster with my hand. I was amazed by how long her orgasm lasted, and from that moment on, I held women who could climax for an extended period and have multiple orgasms in the highest esteem, like the Mississippi River, flowing endlessly.

I could feel her hand trembling violently for several minutes before she let out a high-pitched scream and climaxed. I looked down and saw that her pubic hair was soaked, and my palms and fingers were wet with her slippery vaginal fluid from my fingers inside her.

Shirley's face was contorted in the throes of orgasm, but after relaxing, she smiled at me. I touched her lips to hers, and we shared a deep, tender kiss.

"Thank you," she said. "That was amazing!"

Shirley reached for the bedside table and took a cigarette from the pack. I took the lighter from her hand; it was an old Zippo lighter, which she seemed to always have with her.

I lit the cigarette for her, and her first puff was exceptionally long. As she began her usual long, drawn-out ejaculation, I placed my hands, dripping with her juices, on her breasts and began rubbing her nipples with fluid.

"Gently, they're still very sensitive and aroused," she said. I gently smeared the fluid on her nipples, making them look glistening and shiny.

She seemed delighted by my childish games. I leaned closer to her, gently cleaning them with my tongue. She smiled at me, continuing to gently caress my drooling penis.

I licked her hard nipples, and she watched with a smile, then put her fingers, dripping with pre-ejaculate, into her mouth, sucking and cleaning them.

"Mmmmmm," she said. "It tastes good, salty and sweet." What we're doing now seems incredibly filthy to me, but I'm incredibly excited. I can't help but kiss her, our tongues sharing the taste of each other's love juices. I'm eager to insert my penis into her, becoming very impatient.

From my lustful, haphazard thrusting into her honey pot, she senses my urgency. Shirley takes a deep drag on her cigarette and then puts the butt in the ashtray.

She slowly exhales smoke rings, pulling me closer to lie on top of her, reaching down to guide me inside.

She's a wonderful first love, like a sex mentor, patiently telling me, "Go slowly at first, darling. If you ejaculate quickly, just enjoy it, it's okay, because this is your first time." "

Shirley guided my hard cock towards her pussy. She let her pubic hair rub against the head of my penis, then against her labia. When she rubbed the top of her labia, working on her clitoris a few times, she trembled again. Then

she grasped my cock and aimed it at her vulva, and I easily inserted the head inside. It was warm, wet, and wonderfully moist inside. I had never felt so good. I struggled to control my urge to thrust, slowly sliding in an inch, while using my stiff arms to support myself as I leaned over her."

Shirley smiled at me, rubbing her hands against my chest.

I slid in another inch, enjoying the warm, moist feeling, slowly entering her.

Finally, I slowly and fully inserted my penis, feeling our pubic bones rubbing against each other, our pubic hair intertwining. All the sensations were so intense and wonderful; at that moment, I realized I was no longer a virgin. I slowly withdrew again, savoring every sensation and the lost warmth.

I began to enter Shirley's body a second time, and she continued to rub my chest and began to play with my nipples. She later told me that she had expected my first sexual experience to be violent and rough, but my self-control surprised her. Like a child enjoying his first ice cream cone, I wanted to savor the taste, not wolf it down.

I inserted my penis all the way in again, then paused, pressing it against Shirley's belly, enjoying the feeling and warmth. Then I slowly withdrew, then quickly thrust in again, manipulating her with an alternating rhythm of fast and slow, feeling that this pleasure was the most wonderful thing in the world.

Shirley lifted her buttocks and thrust hard to meet my movements. I felt as if my penis had grown thicker, and her vaginal walls seemed to be massaging it. At this rate, I probably wouldn't be able to last much longer. But I had already ejaculated twice in the past two hours, which gave me some stamina. As I thrust my penis in and out of her hot, hairy vagina, Shirley's smile gradually faded. While I was fucking her, she pinched my nipples with her fingers and thumb, flicking and playing with them.

Shirley's breathing became heavy, and her breasts turned pink and mottled with rosy blush. She screamed and moaned again, and I began to thrust into her even faster.

I leaned down and kissed her, this time our tongues making less gentle contact, as they also wanted to intertwine. At this moment, my penis was like a piston moving back and forth in her vagina.

Shirley's moans grew louder, and she began to shake violently beneath me, welcoming each deep thrust with her body. As she climaxed, I lifted myself from our passionate kiss, her fingers pinching and twisting my nipples.

Shirley let out a series of high-pitched screams of "Ooh ooh ooh..." and I felt my own orgasm approaching. I began to thrust wildly, desperately penetrating deeper and pounding into Shirley, feeling her heat spreading to my penis, through my testicles, and into my entire body.

I finally couldn't hold back and ejaculated, pouring my semen into her wet vagina while continuing to thrust wildly. Feeling the hot semen pouring into her vagina, Shirley cried out loudly, pulling and twisting my nipples, a string of vulgar, obscene words gushing out, repeating themselves endlessly, assaulting my eardrums. At that moment, she was like a notorious shrew from the countryside, which both surprised and excited me.

As my climax subsided, I continued thrusting, not wanting the feeling to end, then gradually slowed down, pumping slowly as I had at the beginning.

I looked down at Shirley; her face was flushed like spring water, her eyes brimming with tears, which trickled down to her ears. She was softly sobbing and crying.

I kissed her lips and asked, "What's wrong? Are you alright?"

With tears in her eyes, she trembled and moaned, "Damn it... you little cowboy, you're killing me!"

I lay on top of Shirley, supporting most of my weight with my arms, leaving my penis deep inside her, feeling it gradually shrink, enjoying the sensation. Then, my sensitive glans slipped out of her vagina. We lay there, embracing each other, our lips lightly touching, holding each other even tighter.

When my penis finally slipped out of Shirley's body, I moved to her side, and we lay face to face, embracing each other tightly.

I was incredibly excited and filled with gratitude. I thanked her, telling her it was the most wonderful thing I had ever experienced. I remember her laughing at me, telling me it was her happiness too.

For the next hour, we lay there embracing each other. We talked, kissed, and caressed each other gently, both feeling a bit sore and tired.

After resting for a while, I suddenly worried that Shirley might be pregnant. Perhaps because we had become closer after sleeping together, she started speaking to me without restraint, using vulgar language. She assured me in the slang unique to farm women that she had already been "castrated" and that it wouldn't matter how much she was fucked.

She picked up a Zippo lighter, lit another cigarette, and lay on the bed, puffing away and enjoying the smell of tobacco. She confessed that she had deliberately seduced me into bed with her. As she blew smoke rings, she told me triumphantly that when she asked me to come help on the farm, she had planned everything. She had long anticipated that I would fall into her arms like a greedy cat, but she hadn't expected me to be even bolder and more outstanding than she had imagined. She had initially worried that her advances would hurt my fragile nineteen-year-old heart.

Then she went on to praise my skills, saying I had done a good job with her. As she spoke, she spread her legs and reached out to scratch her thick pubic hair, which was already a mess, overflowing with vaginal fluid and semen. She was surprised that I had ejaculated so much semen.

Looking at this old woman, puffing away, swearing, and reeking of a fish, shamelessly scratching her genitals, she was completely different from the elegant, kind, and amiable Shirley I remembered. Yet, I was deeply infatuated with this old woman; even the way she held a cigarette, raised her arm, and scratched her armpit was incredibly sexy.

Perhaps because I had a great time with her, she was very talkative that day, chattering away. She said she really wanted to know when I started liking her, and I told her it was when I was fifteen. She was so surprised she almost choked on the smoke she was inhaling. "So you little rascal, you were already thinking about fucking me back then?!" Shirley was actually the kind of woman who was very good at using all sorts of vulgar and crude language to arouse a man's sexual desire, but unfortunately, I didn't know how to appreciate it at that time.

Shirley and I had sex again that day, and that was the end of our first day together. My first time was taken by Shirley.

Those were our best times, but good times are always short-lived. The tragedy of her life afterward was beyond my imagination; her violent husband and daughter will appear in the story later. (V)

When I got home that night, it was almost nine o'clock. I was covered in dirt and sweat, and my penis and testicles were throbbing. This was my happy nineteenth year, and I slept exceptionally well that night.

[The End]

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