Hungry young woman (wife mature adult novel)

It was a late autumn afternoon, and the sun was lazily pouring into the dormitory. This is my last year of college. As there are relatively few courses, and our major does not really matter whether or not we take the postgraduate entrance examination. Undergraduates can do it completely, so why do we have to take it? I comfort myself by thinking that I will work, not take the postgraduate entrance examination, and save 100,000 yuan in three years. In fact, my heart is as chaotic and decadent as the afternoon sun. What can be done? Lying in bed, I was thinking about how to spend this boring afternoon.

I just saw an original version on a BBS this morning. I was quite touched at the time, so I had the idea of ​​writing down my experience and sharing it with everyone. In fact, the story I am about to tell happened during the National Day that just passed...

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Time passed quickly and it was September 30, 2003. I was already a 23-year-old boy. The school was on holiday for National Day. My neighbor's brother was getting married on the 1st. So I made plans on the 30th, the day of the holiday. No matter how late the train was, I had to rush back. The train station tickets were sold out two days ago, so it seemed that I had to take the bus.

It suddenly started to rain lightly in the afternoon, but I still made it to the long-distance bus station. Perhaps it was to release the energy accumulated during the May Day holiday due to SARS. There were so many passengers at the station during this holiday. After waiting in line for more than three hours, I finally climbed through the window of a late Iveco and set off on the journey back to Qingdao.

This car was basically filled with students going home. After settling down, I glanced out the window and saw that there were still hundreds of people waiting there when the car started. I felt a sense of joy as a winner. Because there are strict checks on passenger buses for overloading during holidays, the most drivers can do is fill the row of temporary folding chairs in the aisle of the bus. They dare not pick up even one extra passenger without leaving the station.

The rain outside seemed to be getting heavier, and the sky was gradually getting dark. The car was circling in the city and heading towards the Jiqing Expressway. I was so exhausted from waiting in line for the bus that I listlessly closed my eyes and was about to fall asleep.

Suddenly, the car stopped by the roadside and the driver secretly picked up two more passengers.

A man and a woman got on the bus. I glanced at them lazily and muttered in my heart, "This bastard driver is so money-making that it's already dark and he doesn't hurry up but wants to pick up passengers." Everyone on the bus seemed unable to tolerate the driver's behavior and started to grumble. The woman who just got on the bus might have felt very guilty. She quickly said sorry and squeezed to the back. When those two people squeezed to where I was sitting, the passengers in the last row realized that they wanted to squeeze over to sit with them, so they started shouting and said in an unnegotiable tone that there was no more seats in the back.

Helplessly, the two men were stuck in the middle of the car, unable to move forward or backward. So the woman negotiated with me in an almost flattering tone: "Little brother, can we squeeze in and sit together? We are both in a hurry to go home, so I think we should be from the same hometown, right?"

Only then did I take a look at her. She was wearing a beige suit and flesh-colored stockings. She was a little plump, with clean short hair. She looked pretty good, and I guessed she was a young woman. "Oh" I responded reluctantly, moved my butt, and she sat down.

In fact, the story that followed was completely beyond my expectations at the time. She sat down on my left, but the man was not so lucky and stood behind me, leaning against the chair.

After the woman sat down, she seemed quite embarrassed and started chatting with me enthusiastically. From her conversation, I learned that her home was in Jiaozhou and she worked alone in Jinan. She had a husband and a 3-year-old child at home. I also responded to her from time to time.

Because the seat was too small, the two of us were squeezed tightly together. Because she was caught in the rain before getting on the bus, her clothes were a little wet. When she leaned against me, I could clearly feel the warmth from her body. Maybe I was really too tired, I dozed off again on the front seatback, and as the car bumped along, my drooping left hand would touch her hand from time to time.

Maybe she thought I was testing her, and suddenly, she held my hand tightly. Then, our hands were entangled tightly together, as if she had not had sex for a long time in Jinan and had been suppressing her sexual desire for a long time and wanted to release it on me, like a bitch in heat coming to my door.

Her skin was quite delicate, and her long fingers were smooth and soft. I was still lying on the backrest in front of me, not daring to move, for fear that people around me would notice something. But I couldn't suppress the excitement at this age, so I pulled my other hand out from under her forehead and quietly touched hers... She seemed to like it very much and leaned towards me again.

I touched inside along her underwear, it was flat and smooth all the way. She was a little fat, maybe it was the belly of a person who had given birth to a child. My hand stayed there for a moment, drew a few circles with my fingertips, twisted it mischievously, and then moved upwards with great effort. Slowly, he licked her smooth and delicate skin with his hands. It felt like a thick tongue licking her butt and thighs through her skirt, making her feel itchy and tingling.

But I was still worried about being discovered, so I carefully pinched her skin and teased her body.

Just when I couldn't put my hand forward any further, she leaned towards me again, and now we were stuck together. Suddenly, the road took a turn and my hands ran into trouble and began to climb upwards in a zigzag manner. It was her breasts, very big breasts. Even though they were breasts that had fed a child, they were still so firm.

I first scratched the particles around the peak with my hands, one by one, and kept drawing circles around the peak, but I was not in a hurry to provoke the cherry. I was like a greedy kitten staring at the two small fish and thinking about how to start. After I clearly felt her breasts becoming hard and swollen as if something was injected into them, I began to concentrate on dealing with her.

I pinched her nipples with my index finger and thumb, rubbing them back and forth, while my palm and the other three hands simultaneously pressed, rubbed, pinched, kneaded, pulled, and flicked other parts of her breasts... In the faint light coming in from the street lamps, I secretly glanced at her. Her beautiful face seemed to be flushed, and her breathing was a little coquettish and slightly moaning. I could feel that her whole body was soft and she had no strength left. This pleased me very much, as if I had captured a prey.

Slowly, she leaned forward and lay on the backrest in front of her, which made it easier for me to use my hands. In fact, my hands were already in the best position to directly communicate with her breasts. I found that my hands were not big enough to grasp that huge breast, but I still tried my best to spread my hands into a bowl shape and gently cover the breast, supporting it with all my strength, caressing it softly, and occasionally squeezing it hard.

At this moment she squeezed my left hand tightly as if stimulated, and I think if we were alone, she would scream. It's a pity that there were so many people in the car, otherwise she would definitely scream, and I really like women's low moans and wanton screams in excitement. I think that must be very exciting and would give me more motivation.

But after holding and groping for a while, the hand that was covering her breast started to move restlessly again: first, the five fingers began to gently massage different parts, and then my palm also started to move. Her nipples were already under the massage of my palms. I continued to press my palms and middle fingers, ring fingers and little fingers on her breasts, while my thumb and index finger gently pinched the nipples and rotated them left and right to rub them.

But I was not satisfied with this. I stretched my hand forcefully towards the other breast, pressed my thumb and little finger on the nipple of one breast respectively, and the other three fingers occupied the cleavage without hesitation. It was like three arrows shot at the same time, each occupying an advantageous terrain. While the three middle fingers were crawling in the cleavage, the thumb and pinky were also playing on their respective tops, as if they were playing the piano...

At this moment, my left hand, which was tightly clenched by her, was not idle either, and it was drilling in and out in her palm. I imagined her thumb and index finger as two labia, and gently rubbed and caressed them between my fingers. I stretched out my middle finger, and she understood and clenched it. This time, she didn't clench it very tightly. Then I gently thrust in and out, imitating the way of making love. My fingers kept thrusting in and out and turning in her hand. Every time I thrust in, she would obediently clench my fingers tightly, just like the contraction of the vagina during sex. Occasionally, I would gently scratch her palm with the inserted fingers, and sometimes I would put two fingers in her hand.

I stole another glance at her and found that she seemed to be intoxicated to death and fainting, with her legs tightly clamped together. I seemed to feel streams of juice flowing out of her uterus. Then I took out my penis and prepared to enter. The terrifyingly large organ made her feel a little swollen and painful. Then she suddenly looked at me with an expression of both love and hate and shouted, "No, no..."

Imagining all this, I couldn't hold back any longer, so I pulled back my left hand and lifted up my pants. My penis was already erect. At this time, the bus had already entered the highway, and everyone on the bus had fallen asleep at this steady speed, except for the poor person behind me who had no seat.

I looked at her, and she seemed to understand. She stood up and leaned over to tell me in my ear that I should cover it up with something, as the car was full of fellow villagers returning home and it would be bad if someone saw us. I smiled and obediently put the Qilu Evening News I carried with me on it, haha!

The thing was hidden behind a large newspaper like a leaking candle, and I couldn't contain my excitement. She seemed unable to hold back any longer, so she reached under the newspaper, unzipped my pants, and put her hand inside. Then we both leaned over the backrest in front of us, with our heads very close. She gently stroked my penis with her hand, and I kept stroking those huge breasts with my hands, fantasizing about the two of us lying naked on the bed, entangled in having sex.

Thinking of this, I smiled. I didn't expect that I would be such a person. Haha, maybe I have been suppressed for too long, I thought. Then, I devoted myself to this enjoyment, blowing gently into her ears and deliberately moaning softly. I thought this would make her feel comfortable, and she was completely intoxicated in it. She was masturbating me very attentively. Although she was only using one hand, I still felt that she must be a sexual superman. Pulling, rubbing, gently pinching, putting my penis in my hand and rubbing it back and forth, I felt like I was flying, I didn't know masturbation could be so enjoyable.

Because I never masturbate normally. I once had a girlfriend and had sex with her, but since we broke up, I have been suppressing it and have not been able to vent. At this time, she seemed unable to bear it anymore, and pulled my right hand out of her clothes and put it on her legs. Of course I knew what she wanted me to do, and I began to gently tickle her through her stockings. I knew she must feel very itchy at this time, and wanted me to put my penis in her vagina very much, and then keep doing it until she reached the climax of being abused and her screams came.

Although I would like to, it is impossible. So I could only slowly touch my way up along my legs, cough! It was all because of my short arms. After touching the inside of her thigh, I couldn’t move forward any further. If I wanted to touch further inside, I had to bend down, but that would be discovered. So my hand stayed near her vagina and swirled around. At this time, she masturbated me more vigorously, and I could hear her moaning softly in my ear…

Just as she was playing with my penis, rubbing it back and forth several times a second, I suddenly felt a warm stream gushing out and spraying onto the newspaper, while she was holding my penis tightly and not moving at all.

At this time, the car just drove to the Zibo section. Because the highway was under maintenance, the car suddenly slowed down. At this time, the sleeping people in the car were awakened, muttering what was going on. I had not finished my follow-up work, so I could only let my penis lie behind the newspaper awkwardly.

She seemed very experienced, as if nothing had happened. She stood up while muttering that she was extremely tired. I hurriedly pulled my hand back as if frightened. I saw her stretching and then holding the backrest in front of her with both hands, with her lower body pressed tightly against the backrest. I suddenly found that my hand fit perfectly.

I glanced around secretly and felt that they would not see anything in such a dim carriage, so I bravely put my hand slowly into her skirt. She lowered her head and smiled at me as if to encourage me.

I secretly rejoiced, and one of my hands climbed up and down her legs like a snake, but I was not in a hurry to touch her vagina, although I knew that she had already opened it to me. I was still playing on the skin near the vagina, slowly, slowly, and I felt her legs begin to clamp my hands tightly, almost making my hands unable to move.

At this moment, I felt a slippery and sticky substance flowing onto my hands. I knew that the time was ripe. I raised my head and glanced at her secretly, and found that she was looking at me with an almost pleading look. I was worried that someone would notice her weird look, because I knew that once a woman becomes aroused, she will not care about anything.

So, I started to move upwards. But I was still not in a hurry to touch there. I crossed the spring of flowing water and began to gently scratch her pubic hair with my hand, looking for something like a hunter in the dense jungle.

Her pubic hair is thick, and occasionally I would pull it a little harder, and her body would tremble slightly.

Sometimes I would gently pinch a strand of pubic hair with my index and middle finger and pull it for fun, and sometimes I would use my entire palm to pull it in handfuls. Her lower body was already flooded, and when my hand accidentally touched her, I felt the stream begin to rise. The water flowed silently, bringing coolness and the fragrance of wild grass.

So, I splashed some of her vaginal fluid on her pubic hair. Oh, it seemed like she really couldn't bear it anymore. I caught a glimpse of her looking at me with hungry, pleading eyes. I suddenly realized that I couldn't go on playing like this, because she couldn't stand for too long, otherwise people would notice something was wrong.

So, I moved my hand down and plunged into the flooded stream. My fingers groped in search of the labia in the overflowing vaginal fluid, first! Her labia are very thick and a little droopy. Maybe this is the vagina of a woman who has given birth to a child!

I first grabbed one of the labia and rubbed it continuously, pulled it gently, flicked it with my fingers, and then touched the other one, because it had to be fair! Then, I pinched one piece between my thumb and index finger, and pinched the other piece between my index finger and middle finger and gently pulled it out.

In this way, my hands were swimming freely in it, sometimes breaststroke, sometimes butterfly stroke, splashing water, like performing water ballet. I seemed to hear the tinkling sound of rain hitting banana leaves, as if it was accompanying this wonderful performance, and the sound of stringed instruments was touching.

At this time, her vaginal fluid was already overflowing, so I pressed gently inside with my hand, then used my middle and ring fingers to separate her labia, which had actually already opened consciously, and used my thumb and index finger to begin to soothe her clitoris. I could feel that the clitoris was hard and swollen like a small penis.

So I pulled it gently and rubbed it softly. Yes, sex is not just sexual intercourse. Sometimes caressing with hands can achieve more sexual satisfaction than sexual intercourse because it is mixed with many sexual fantasies.

From time to time, I changed the ways of masturbating her, and at the same time I did not forget to secretly take a look at her. She bit her lips and acted in pain. I knew she could no longer hold on, so I let the fingers that were pressing against her labia jump directly on her clitoris, maximizing the sexual desire of the woman next to me.

Finally, I inserted it boldly and resolutely, moving my fingers back and forth, first with one finger, then two, three, and finally four. Sometimes I would let my fingers stay inside for a moment, gently digging into the soft flesh inside, and with this ups and downs of wave-like impact, I sent her to heaven.

I know that if it were just the two of us, she would be begging me to give it to her at this moment. Suddenly, her legs clamped tightly together, as if to break my hands, making them unable to move. I felt a larger torrent flowing out of her uterus, and her vagina kept contracting. Yes, she had reached orgasm.

I looked up at her, and she responded with a soft bark with a smile, like the happy moans of someone who had reached orgasm, completely ignoring the passengers around her. Slowly, her legs began to loosen, I carefully pulled my hand out, and she sat down. I looked back and saw that the person who had been standing behind us was looking at us, which made me feel very embarrassed.

The bus was still moving at a snail's pace and passengers were still complaining from time to time. I felt a little tired, but she became excited and kept nagging in my ear. Of course, I was not the kind of person who would fall asleep irresponsibly after making love. I knew that sometimes the caressing a woman needs before and after sex is more important than the feeling during sex, so we started chatting.

She always kept praising me for being so great, and I told her that I was just average, because it was my instinctive reaction and I just followed my own will. Then I asked her one by one what was the difference between me and her husband, when she had her first period, when she had sex for the first time, how she felt at that time, whether she masturbated, and other boring topics.

The car finally rushed out of the maintenance section and reached real high speed. My mood also improved, so I started to tell her about the ancient Chinese Happy Buddha, the story of "The Confessions of Monica Lewinsky", "Madame Bovary", the Japanese cartoons I had watched, and the different moans, reactions, favorite positions, etc. of Japanese, Western European, and Chinese women during sex in the porn films I had watched and felt... Sometimes I told her some dirty jokes, and she would pinch me fiercely with her hands in a scolding manner...

It was almost midnight, a time when stories could easily happen, when the car slowly drove into Qingdao. I got off the bus before her. Just as I was about to get up and pack my luggage, she took out a business card from her bag and handed it to me, asking me to contact her after returning to Jinan. I nodded, grabbed my bag and got off the bus. ...In fact, school has started for a long time, but I still haven't contacted her because I am still timid. Maybe it is difficult to take the first step! But my heart is often restless and I tell myself, I want to! For the first time, it took a lot of effort for me to post this after others knew about it. This is my real experience, not nonsense. I hope everyone can give me the courage to continue! Thanks! At the same time, I don’t want everyone to think that I am such a dirty person. In reality, I should be a shy boy!