Ever since my husband passed away from liver cancer, for a long time, my life felt empty and lonely. To care for my widowed mother-in-law and my two children, I had to force myself to keep going and support this family. The property and house my husband left behind were enough for us, mother and children, to live comfortably.
My daughter is in her second year of college, and my son has just started university too; both are quite obedient and don’t really make me worry. During the day I’m busy with housework, and after dinner I chat with the family or watch TV, and the day passes like that. But whenever night falls and everything is quiet, lying alone in bed, with the curtains empty and the bedding cold, unable to sleep alone, that strong desire becomes harder and harder to suppress.
I am 41 years old, precisely the age when a woman's sexual desire is as fierce as a wolf or tiger. I am healthy, with a plump and mature figure. Sometimes I dream of being intimate with my husband, but when I wake up, all that's left is a sore body and wetness down there. Masturbating with my fingers simply can't truly satisfy me. Two years without real sexual intercourse, the accumulated desire almost burns me through.
I finally made up my mind to no longer stay alone in an empty room. I don't want to remarry; I just want to find young, strong men to satisfy my physical needs. The goal is clear—college students around nineteen years old. They are energetic, willing to play, and exciting enough.
First, I rented an apartment outside as a private space, then began my plan. Summer evenings, the bus is most crowded. I wore a black half-cup bra and sheer thong, with a light yellow low-cut dress over it. I sprayed on perfume, dressing sexily and confidently.
I randomly boarded a bus. After a few stops, more and more people got on. Suddenly, something hard and hot pressed against my butt—not through my skirt, but by directly lifting the skirt hem, pressing against my thin lace panties. A hand also reached in, caressing my buttocks. I was kneaded until my whole body went limp, and my juices immediately gushed out.
I remained calm, reached back and grabbed, and sure enough, caught a thick, long, permed cock. Turning my head with a charming smile, I saw he was a tall, handsome college student, around nineteen years old. Seeing I wasn't angry, he smiled back, his chest pressed tightly against my back.
I used my hand to stroke him for a while, but couldn't hold back any longer. Secretly, I pulled my panties aside, arched my hips, and guided his thing to the entrance. He understood my meaning, thrust his hips, and buried it all the way to the root.
“Ah……” It had been two years. The long-lost feeling of fullness instantly swept through his whole body. His dick was thick and long, the glans huge, thrusting in with each bump of the car body. I desperately held back my voice and met him with my plump ass. My womb opening was hit again and again by him, so comfortable I almost cried out.
Who knows how long had passed. His thing swelled inside, then suddenly shot several bursts in succession. Scalding semen poured in, so hot it felt like my soul was about to leave my body.
The terminal station is Muzha. I held his hand and waited for the passengers to disperse before asking, 'Do you live around here?'
“Yes, Auntie.” He was a little timid.
“Is it okay if I get back late?”
"Staying at a classmate's place is fine too. Dad won't care."
I took him to a nearby restaurant for a meal and took the opportunity to ask about his situation. His name is Hu Zhijie, nineteen years old, a third-year university student. His mother passed away early, his father is a worker, and his family circumstances are average.
After the meal, I took him directly back to the rented apartment. As soon as we entered, both of us stripped naked. I let him admire my body first—full breasts, flat stomach, thick pubic hair, and the already soaked pussy. He stared wide-eyed and immediately pounced, sucking and biting my nipples, his fingers probing and digging into my hole.
He made me cum twice. His oral skills were surprisingly good; his tongue licked and sucked, making my clit and labia tingle and itch. I moaned and begged him to enter.
He finally mounted her. The thick, long cock slid in completely, the huge glans scraping the inner walls, hitting the deepest place every time. My legs were wrapped tightly around his waist, taking the initiative to respond. The hunger of two years was completely released at this moment. The orgasm came fast and fierce; I cried and shouted his name, the inner walls tightening in waves, and they made him ejaculate as well.
That night we did it three times, until dawn when we fell asleep exhausted.
From then on, whenever he had time, he would come to the apartment to find me. Sometimes it was during the day, sometimes late at night. He was young, strong, and recovered quickly, often able to go two or three rounds in a row. I was completely addicted to the feeling of being filled by such a young body.
Later, he introduced a few classmates to me — all of them were same-age university students, around nineteen years old, with good bodies and plenty of energy. Sometimes one man and one woman, sometimes two or three together. They took turns or entered me at the same time, fucking me to climax again and again. I never refused. The apartment became our secret battlefield, and I became the “auntie who knows how to have fun” in their mouths.
Give them some pocket money every month, and they become more attentive. I exchange my mature body for youthful passion, money for their time and energy. No one knows what kind of indulgent life this forty-one-year-old widow lives in private.
The emptiness of two years was completely filled. I no longer felt sorry for myself; I only felt that if I was alive, I should enjoy it properly.
Young bodies entered me, filled me, and came inside me, time and again. And I, beneath them, climaxed crying each time, surrendering all my repressed desires.
This is me, a dissatisfied widow, and a group of nineteen-year-old college students—the most real and scorching story.
Nearly half a year passed like this.
Zhijie comes almost two or three times a week. Sometimes alone, sometimes with one or two classmates. They are all college students of the same age, some tall and strong, some lean, some talkative, some silent, but the common characteristics are youth, abundant energy, and unreserved enthusiasm towards me, this 'auntie'.
The apartment’s curtains were always drawn tightly. Once the door was closed, the world outside had nothing to do with us.
Once it was a Friday night. Zhijie brought two classmates—one named Ajie, tall and thin with bright eyes; the other named Xiaokai, broad-shouldered and not talkative. The three of them were a bit reserved when they entered, until I walked up to them and took off my clothes piece by piece.
The mature body was fully exposed under the light. Full breasts, rounded buttocks, and the already slightly parted hole. Their breathing instantly grew heavy.
I let Zhijie go first. He knows my body best, and he entered smoothly. I rode on top of him, rocking myself, deliberately making my voice soft and seductive so the other two could see clearly. A-Jie and Xiao Kai quickly got hard and took off their pants themselves. I reached out, holding one each, being thrust into by Zhijie while stroking them.
When it was A-Jie's turn, he was a bit nervous, and his movements were awkward after entering. I actively lifted my hips to meet him, whispering instructions, 'Slow down... yes, right there... thrust harder...' He quickly found the rhythm and brought me to climax once. Xiao Kai went last; he was the strongest, holding my waist and entering from behind, each thrust deep and heavy. I braced my hands against the headboard, letting him pound me until my breasts bounced wildly.
The three of them took turns ejaculating inside me. After it ended, I lay on the bed, semen flowing down along my thighs, but in my heart there was only satisfaction.
Since then, similar scenes became more and more frequent.
Sometimes it's two people together. One enters from the front, the other has me serve with my mouth. Sometimes three people at once, I'm arranged in various positions, filled front and back. Young bodies tireless, often after one round resting half an hour, ready for another. They fucked me until I cried and screamed, climaxing one after another, until almost senseless, only knowing to spread my legs for them to continue.
They also liked to play with a few tricks. Some liked to press me against the window (with the curtains drawn), enter from behind, and make me look at the blurred lights outside; some liked me on my knees, taking it on my own initiative; some liked to deliberately slow down when I was climaxing, watching the way I begged for mercy.
I never refuse.
Money, of course, had to be given. Every month I would slip them some privately, enough for them to buy cigarettes, treat classmates to meals, and occasionally play games. They also tacitly understood, never mentioning me outside. For me, this bit of money bought complete satisfaction—totally worth it.
Once Zhijie came alone. After finishing, he lay beside me and suddenly asked: 'Auntie, do you really never get tired of it? We're still students.'
I turned on my side, tracing circles on his chest with my finger: 'Tired? You young people don't know how terrifying the desires of a forty-year-old woman can be. My husband has been gone for two years, I almost went crazy. Now, with you all, I finally feel alive again.'
He was silent for a while, then pulled me into his arms and got hard again.
That night, he was especially gentle and especially enduring. After it ended, I lay on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, and suddenly felt a bit emotional—these nineteen-year-old bodies gave me, a middle-aged widow, what I needed most: to be needed, to be filled, to be brought to climax again and again.
Autumn has arrived.
When college began, their coursework got heavier and they came less often. But whenever they had time, they would still send messages: “Auntie, are you free tonight?”
I always reply: 'Yes. Come here.'
Sometimes they bring new classmates. I never ask for names, only look at their bodies and enthusiasm. As long as they are college students around nineteen years old, clean, healthy, and energetic, I open my legs to welcome them. The mattress in the apartment has been replaced once, and the sheets are almost changed weekly.
I occasionally look in the mirror, seeing the red marks and bite marks they left on me. I feel no shame, only a strange sense of satisfaction.
During the day, I am still the mother who takes care of my mother-in-law and cares for my children; at night, I am the aunt they say is the most fun and open-minded. The two masks switch seamlessly.
One night, after finishing, Zhijie leaned against the headboard smoking (he had learned to smoke) and suddenly said, 'Auntie, next semester I might have to go to another city for an internship, for half a year.'
I nodded and didn't try to make her stay.
After he left, A Jie and Xiao Kai still came. Occasionally there were new faces too. I still accepted anyone who came.
Once desire is thoroughly awakened, it is difficult to fall asleep again.
And I, had completely lost myself in the bodies of these nineteen-year-old college students.
The story continues.
Every time the knocking sound rings out, it's a new beginning.
The autumn rain fell densely, and the leaves outside the apartment window had already begun to turn yellow. After Zhijie went to another city for an internship, Ah Jie and Xiao Kai actually started coming over more often. Sometimes they came alone, sometimes together. I gradually got used to seeing one or two young faces the moment the door opened.
One night, Ah Jie brought a new classmate. The boy was called Xiao Yu, with fair skin and shoulders still narrow like a teenager's. He always liked to lower his head when speaking, but his ears would turn bright red. When introducing him, Ah Jie only said one sentence: 'He knows the rules.'
I nodded and didn't ask more.
When the clothes were half off, Xiao Yu was already hard. He stood by the bed looking at me, his breathing ragged. I reached out and held him, my thumb slowly brushing over the tip, and he immediately shuddered. A'Jie, beside him, laughed as he unbuckled his belt: 'Don't be nervous, Auntie is the best at guiding.'
I had Xiaoyu lie down first. I straddled him and slowly sat down. He was thinner than Zhijie but longer. When he reached the deepest point, I let out a soft gasp. Xiaoyu's hands didn't know where to put themselves, so they ended up gripping the sheets. I looked down at him, intentionally rocking my hips slowly and deeply, letting him see clearly how he was being swallowed up.
“Call me.” I said softly.
"Auntie..." His voice trembled.
“Call again.”
He called out a second, then a third time, his voice getting hoarser and hoarser. A Jie pressed up against me from behind, his hand reaching to the front to knead my breasts, his fingers pinching and tugging lightly at my nipples. I was sandwiched front and back, and soon climaxed once. My inner walls clenched suddenly, and Xiao Yu couldn’t help but cum, the heat making the small of my back go weak.
A-Jie immediately took over. He was already familiar with my body, needing almost no adjustment when entering. He liked holding me from behind, one hand pressing my lower abdomen, the other gripping my wrist, thrusting forcefully inside. Xiao Yu hadn't fully softened before I took him in my hand and mouth again. The two young men took turns going in and out, cum pouring in repeatedly, only to be squeezed out by the next thrust, trickling down my thighs.
By the second half of the night, Xiao Yu had already ejaculated three times, and A Jie had also ejaculated twice. I lay in the middle, my legs still slightly apart, my opening unable to close, continuously squeezing out white turbid fluid. A Jie lit a cigarette, leaned against the headboard, and looked at me with a smile: "Auntie is especially wet tonight."
I couldn't be bothered to speak, just reached out and gave his thing another squeeze. It slowly hardened again in my palm.
Since then, Xiao Yu also became a regular.
Sometimes it's three people, sometimes four. Ah Jie would send a message in advance: 'Auntie, can I bring one more tonight?'
I always reply with just two words: 'Okay.'
The bed in the apartment kept getting noisier and noisier from our messing around. Once, halfway through, the neighbors downstairs seemed to knock on the wall. A Jie stopped and, pressed close to my ear, whispered with a laugh: “Want to be a little quieter?”
I shook my head, actively spreading my legs wider: "No need. If they can hear, let them hear."
That night, they were especially excited. Xiao Yu entered from the front, Ah Jie from behind, the two things almost filling me up at the same time. I was thrust so hard I couldn't form complete sentences, only able to moan intermittently. When the climax came, I cried, tears mixing with sweat streaming down, my inner walls clamping down so hard they both came together. There was so much semen it overflowed, soaking a large patch of the bedsheet.
After it ended, they helped me clean up. Ajie gently wiped with a warm towel, his movements unexpectedly tender. Xiaoyu sat nearby, looking at my body, and suddenly whispered, 'Auntie... will you ever get tired of it one day?'
I turned my head to look at him. In his nineteen-year-old eyes, there was still a hint of childish uncertainty.
“Tired of it?” I smiled and reached out to touch his face. “Do you know what women in their forties fear most? Not being looked down on by others, but being burned through by desire with nowhere to release it. Before you came, every night I felt like I was being roasted by fire. Now I have you, the fire is still there, but at least it burns happily.”
Xiaoyu was silent for a while, then leaned down and kissed my collarbone.
Winter came quickly.
Zhijie's internship ended, and he came back early. That night, he appeared alone at the door, holding a little fruit, his face showing the fatigue of a long journey. I let him in, and as soon as the door closed, he pressed me against the wall and kissed me.
The clothes were torn off quickly. He was stronger than before, with broader shoulders and harder lines on his arms. When he entered, his whole body pressed down, with such force that it almost pinned me into the bed. I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist, my nails leaving several red marks on his back.
"You miss me?" he asked while thrusting.
“Want.” I answered honestly.
He laughed, and his movements suddenly slowed. The glans scraped little by little against the very innermost point. I was rubbed until I couldn’t take it anymore and took the initiative to lift my waist to meet him. But he deliberately pulled out a little, leaving only the tip inside.
“Beg me.”
Biting my lip, I finally spoke: 'Please... come in... harder...'
Only then did he push all the way in, each thrust heavier than the last. I came very quickly and cried out his name. He ejaculated deep inside me, and scalding semen poured in in waves, making my lower abdomen tremble from the heat.
Afterwards he held me in his arms, his voice a little hoarse: “During my internship, sometimes I’d wonder whether Auntie had already been replaced by someone else.”
I turned on my side, looking into his eyes: 'Changed. And not changed. You're all still here.'
He was silent for a while, then got hard again.
That night we did it four times. The last time he entered from behind, one hand gripping my waist, the other reaching around to rub my clit. He made my legs go weak, I could barely stay kneeling, burying my face in the pillow, my voice breaking into pieces.
Before dawn he smoked, and I leaned against his chest listening to his heartbeat. Outside the window, light snow began to fall.
"I might be a little busy next semester," he suddenly said.
“It’s okay.” I closed my eyes. “Come when you have time. If you’re busy, let Ajie and the others come.”
He gave a soft laugh and flicked the ash into the cup beside him.
Days continued to move forward.
Sometimes Zhi Jie comes alone, sometimes Ah Jie and Xiao Yu, sometimes unfamiliar new faces. I no longer ask for names, only remember their bodies—some thick, some long, some particularly good at hitting that spot, some like to deliberately stop when I'm about to climax, watching me beg him.
The apartment’s curtains were always drawn. The mattress had already been replaced once. The sheets were washed almost every three days.
During the day, I am still the mother who takes care of my mother-in-law and calls my children to ask how they're doing. At night, once the door opens, it's a different face.
One night, four young men were present at the same time: Zhijie, A Jie, Xiao Yu, and a freshman named A Wei. They positioned me in various poses, taking turns entering, sometimes two at once. I was fucked to the point of nearly losing consciousness later on, only knowing to spread my legs, letting them fill me again and again. So much semen flowed down my thighs, dripping onto the floor.
After it ended, they helped me bathe. Hot water poured down, and Ajie used his fingers to scoop out the remaining semen inside, his movements gentle as if soothing a child. Leaning against him, I suddenly felt very tired but also very satisfied.
"Auntie," Xiao Yu suddenly asked, "do you really not think... we're too young?"
I opened my eyes and looked at the woman in the mirror, covered in red marks from their doing. Forty-one years old, her body still soft, but her desires even greedier than at nineteen.
"No." I heard myself say. "You're young, that's perfect. What I need is youth."
They did not ask again.
After winter passes, spring comes.
The story continues.
Every time the knocking sound rang out, I would walk to the door, slide open the lock, and then look at the young face or faces outside, smiling slightly and saying:
“Come in.”
The door closed behind me. The outside world faded away once again.
And I, still lost in the bodies of these nineteen-year-old college students, time and again, surrendered all suppressed desires.
The spring breeze already carried warmth, and the trees outside the apartment window sprouted tender leaves anew.
After Zhijie's internship ended, his coursework became heavier, and he came less frequently than before. But whenever he appeared, as soon as the door opened, the two of us almost never spoke first. Clothes dropped in the entryway, bodies pressed together, he would pin me against the wall or directly carry me to the bed. He was stronger than half a year ago, the lines of his shoulders and back much harder, and his thrusts were deeper and more forceful. I wrapped my legs tightly around him, letting him hit the deepest spot again and again. Sometimes in the middle of it, he would suddenly slow down, only grinding the glans at the entrance, forcing me to actively lift my hips to chase it. Only when I begged him would he fully bury himself inside, each thrust heavier than the last, until I climaxed in tears.
A-Jie and Xiao Yu became more regular visitors.
A-Jie would send messages in advance, sometimes 'Just me tonight,' sometimes 'Brought someone.' I never refused. Xiao Yu would still blush, but once inside, he acted much bolder than before. He liked having me ride him, holding my waist and pushing down, watching himself being fully swallowed. A-Jie understood my rhythm better, knowing when to go fast and when to deliberately stop, watching me beg with desperate eyes.
One night, the two of them came together.
As soon as the door was locked, Ah Jie hugged me from behind, his hand slipping under my skirt. Xiao Yu unbuttoned my blouse from the front, lowering his head to take my nipple into his mouth. Sandwiched between them, I was soon soaked. Ah Jie entered first, holding my waist from behind and thrusting forcefully. Xiao Yu made me lower my head to take him into my mouth. The two young men, one in front and one behind, one filling my body, the other filling my mouth. I was thrust to the point where I couldn't form complete sentences, only able to emit muffled whimpers.
Later on, they changed positions. Xiao Yu lay down, I straddled him and rode myself. A Jie knelt behind, and after applying lubricant, slowly pushed into the back hole. Two things were going in and out of my body at the same time, swelling me so much that I could hardly breathe. When the orgasm came, my whole body tensed, and the inner walls of my vagina clenched them desperately. They couldn't hold back either and almost came at the same time. Semen spilled out from two places and trickled down my thighs.
After it ended, Ah Jie helped clean me up, his movements unexpectedly gentle. Xiao Yu leaned nearby smoking (he had learned too), looking at my body, suddenly asked: 'Auntie, have you ever thought about... stopping?'
I turned my head to look at him. In his nineteen-year-old eyes, there was still something indescribable.
"I have thought about it." I said honestly, "but every time the door opens and I see you all, I don't want to anymore."
He did not ask again.
Zhijie still occasionally brought new classmates. Some were talkative, some silent, some so nervous on their first time that their palms were sweaty. I never asked names, only checked if their bodies were clean and if they had enough energy. As long as they were willing, I spread my legs. The apartment mattress had been changed to the third one, and the bedsheets almost needed washing every two days.
Once there were four young men present at the same time.
Zhijie, Ah Jie, Xiao Yu, and a newcomer, Ah Wei. They arranged me in various positions—some entered from the front, some from behind, some had me serve with my hands or mouth. I was filled too full, climaxing one after another, until later I was almost unconscious, only knowing to spread my legs and let them continue. So much semen dripped down my thighs, forming a small puddle on the floor.
After it ended, they helped me bathe. Hot water poured down, and Ajie used his fingers to slowly scoop out the remnants inside. Leaning against him, I suddenly felt very tired but also very satisfied.
"Auntie," Xiao Yu asked again, "won't you really get tired of it?"
I looked at myself in the mirror. Forty-one years old, my body covered in the red marks and bite marks they left, but my eyes were clearer than ever.
"No." I heard myself say. "You're young, just right, plenty enough to use."
They did not ask further.
Summer came again.
During summer break at college, their visits became more flexible. Sometimes it was during the day, with the curtains drawn tightly shut and sunlight only seeping in through the cracks; sometimes it was late at night, and they would go on until daybreak before parting. I began to actively ask for positions I had never tried before — pressed against the floor-to-ceiling window (with the curtains still closed), wrists tied, eyes blindfolded and relying only on touch and sound. They all cooperated. Young bodies were tireless; often after one round they would rest for half an hour and then could go again.
One night, Zhijie came alone.
Afterwards he leaned against the headboard, looked at the ceiling, and suddenly said, “Auntie, next semester I may go to another city for graduate school. Officially, I’ll be away for a year.”
I nodded and didn't try to make her stay.
He turned sideways, his fingers slowly circling my lower abdomen: “Before we go... can we do it a few more times?”
"Anytime," I said.
That night, he was especially gentle and lasted especially long. After it ended, I lay on his chest listening to his heartbeat, with cicadas chirping outside the window.
“Will you miss me?” he asked.
"Yes." I closed my eyes, "but I won't wait."
He gave a soft laugh and held me even tighter.
After Zhijie left, Ajie and Xiaoyu still came. Occasionally, there were new faces. I still accepted them all without refusal. I made two extra copies of the apartment key for their convenience. Sometimes, before I even got home, they were already inside waiting. As soon as the door opened, I could see young bodies and already hardened desire.
During the day, I am still the mother who calls my children and takes care of my mother-in-law. At night, once the door closes, it's a different face.
Once desire is thoroughly awakened, it is difficult to fall asleep again.
And I, had completely grown accustomed to this life—exchanging a mature body for youthful passion, money for their time and energy, using climaxes filled again and again to burn through two years of accumulated emptiness.
The story continues.
Every time the knocking sound rang out, I would walk to the door, slide open the lock, look at the young face or faces outside, smile slightly and say:
“Come in.”
The door closed behind me.
The outside world once again receded.
And I, still lost in the bodies of these nineteen-year-old college students, time and again, surrendered all suppressed desires.
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