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 stay strong and support the family. The property and house left by my husband 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 as well. They are both relatively obedient and don't give me much worry. During the day, I'm busy with household chores; after dinner, I chat with family or watch TV, and the day passes just like that. But whenever night falls and all is quiet, lying alone in bed, with empty curtains and cold bedding, a lonely pillow making sleep difficult, that intense desire becomes increasingly hard to suppress.
I am 41 years old, right at 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 intimacy with my husband, but wake up only with a sore body and wetness between my legs. Masturbating with my fingers simply cannot truly satisfy me. Two years without real sexual intercourse, the pent-up desire almost burns through me.
I finally made up my mind to no longer guard an empty chamber alone. I don't want to remarry; I just want to find young, strong men to satisfy my physical needs. The target is very clear—college students around nineteen years old. They are energetic, can play along, and are exciting enough.
I first rented an apartment outside as a private space, then began my plan. On a summer evening, the bus was at its most crowded. I wore a black demi-cup bra and a sheer thong, with a light yellow low-cut dress over it, sprayed on perfume, and dressed up sexy and confident.
I randomly boarded a bus. After a few stops, more and more people got on. Suddenly, something hard and hot pressed against my buttocks from behind—not through the skirt, but directly lifting the skirt hem, pressing against my thin gauze panties. A hand also reached in, caressing my buttocks. I was kneaded until my whole body went limp, and lewd fluid immediately gushed out.
I remained calm, reached back, and sure enough grabbed a thick, long, permed cock. Turning my head with a charming smile, I saw he was a tall, handsome college student, around nineteen. 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 I couldn't hold back any longer. Secretly, I pulled my panties aside, arched my hips, and grasped his thing, aligning it with the entrance. He understood my meaning, thrust his hips, and buried it to the hilt.
“Ah...” It had been two years. The long-lost feeling of fullness instantly flooded his whole body. His dick was thick and long, the glans huge, thrusting into her in time with the rocking of the car. I bit back my voice with all my might and used my plump butt to meet him. My cervix was struck again and again, so comfortable I almost cried out.
I don’t know how much time had passed when his thing swelled inside me and suddenly shot several spurts in a row. Hot semen poured in, so hot it made my soul feel like it was about to leave my body.
The terminal station was 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 come back late?”
“Living at a classmate’s place is fine too, Dad won’t care.”
I took him to a nearby restaurant for a meal and asked 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 straight back to my 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 already soaked pussy. He stared wide-eyed, immediately pounced on me, sucking and biting my nipples, fingers probing and digging into my pussy.
He made me climax twice. His oral skills were surprisingly good; his tongue licked and sucked, making my clitoris and labia tingle and itch. I moaned wantonly, begging him to enter.
He finally mounted and thrust in. The thick, long cock went in all the way, the huge glans scraping against the inner walls, every thrust driving to the deepest point. I wound my legs tightly around his waist and actively met him. Two years of thirst released completely at this moment. The orgasm came fast and fierce; I cried and shouted his name, while the inner walls contracted in waves, wringing him until he shot as well.
That night we did it three times, until dawn when we fell asleep exhausted.
From then on, as long as he had time, he would come to the apartment to find me. Sometimes in the daytime, sometimes late at night. He was young and strong, recovered quickly, and could often go two or three rounds in a row. I became completely addicted to the feeling of being filled by that young body.
Later, he introduced several classmates to me — all university students about the same age, around nineteen, with good figures and abundant 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 play” 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 pitiful; I only felt that living meant enjoying life properly.
Young bodies entered me, filled me, shot inside me, again and again. And I, under them, climaxed crying again and again, giving away all my suppressed desires.
This is me, a dissatisfied widow, and a group of nineteen-year-old college students—the most real and hottest story.
Nearly half a year passed like this.
Zhijie comes two or three times almost every week. Sometimes alone, sometimes with one or two classmates. They're all college students of similar age—some tall and sturdy, some lean, some talkative, some silent—but the common traits are youth, abundant energy, and unreserved enthusiasm for this 'auntie'.
The apartment curtains were always tightly drawn. Once the door closed, the outside world 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 proactively walked up to them and took off my clothes piece by piece.
The mature body was fully exposed under the light. Plump breasts, rounded buttocks, and the already slightly parted opening. Their breathing instantly became heavy.
I let Zhi Jie go first. He knew my body best and entered smoothly. I rode him, rocking myself, deliberately making my voice soft and seductive so the other two could see clearly. Ah Jie and Xiao Kai quickly got hard and took off their pants. I reached out, took one in each hand, and while being thrust into by Zhi Jie, I stroked them.
When it was A-Jie's turn, he was a bit nervous, and his movements were clumsy after entering. I actively lifted my hips to meet him, whispering instructions, 'Slow down... yes, right there... thrust harder...' He quickly found the rhythm, bringing 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 was over, I lay on the bed, semen flowing down my thighs, but all I felt was satisfaction.
Since then, scenes like this appeared more and more often.
Sometimes it was two people together. One entered from the front, the other had me serve with my mouth. Sometimes three people went at once, I was arranged in various positions, filled both front and back. Young bodies knew no fatigue, often resting half an hour after one round, then able to go again. They fucked me until I cried and screamed, climaxing one after another, until I was almost senseless, only knowing to spread my legs for them to continue.
They also liked to play a few tricks. Some liked to pin me against the window (with the curtains drawn) and enter from behind, making me look out at the blurred lights outside; some liked to have me kneel and take them on my own initiative; some liked to deliberately slow down when I was about to come, watching the look on my face as I begged for mercy.
I never refuse.
Of course money had to be given. Every month I would privately slip them some, enough for them to buy cigarettes, treat classmates to meals, 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? We're still students.'
I turned over, 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 feel alive again."
After being silent for a while, he 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 university started, their coursework became heavier, and they came less often. But whenever they had free time, they would still send a message: 'Auntie, are you free tonight?'
I always reply: 'Yes. Come over.'
Sometimes they bring new classmates. I never ask for names, only look at the body 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, gazing at the red marks and bite marks they left on me, feeling no shame in my heart, only a strange sense of satisfaction.
During the day, I was still the mother who took care of my mother-in-law and cared for my children; at night, I was the aunt they described as the most fun and uninhibited. Switching between these two masks left no trace.
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, Ajie and Xiaokai still came. Occasionally, new faces would also appear. I still never refused anyone who came.
Once desire is thoroughly awakened, it is difficult to fall asleep again.
And I, had completely sunk into the bodies of these nineteen-year-old college students.
The story is still continuing.
Each time the knocking sound rings out, it's a new beginning.
The autumn rain fell densely; 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 would come alone, sometimes together. I gradually got used to seeing one or two young faces the moment the door opened.
One night, A Jie brought a new classmate. The boy was named Xiao Yu, with fair skin, shoulders still narrow like a teenager's. He always liked to lower his head when speaking, but his ears turned bright red. When introducing him, A Jie only said one sentence: 'He knows the rules.'
I nodded and didn't ask more.
Halfway through undressing, Xiao Yu was already hard. He stood by the bed watching me, his breathing ragged. I reached out and grasped him, my thumb slowly brushing over the tip. He shuddered immediately. Ah Jie, beside him, laughed while unbuckling his belt: "Don't be nervous, Auntie is the best at guiding."
I had Xiao Yu lie down first. I straddled him and slowly sat down. He was a bit thinner than Zhi Jie, but longer; when he reached the deepest point, I let out a soft gasp. Xiao Yu's hands didn't know where to go, so he ended up grabbing the sheets. I looked down at him, deliberately rocking my hips slowly and deeply, letting him see clearly how he was being swallowed up.
“Call me.” I said in a low voice.
“Auntie……” his voice trembled.
“Again.”
He called out a second time, then a third, his voice becoming more and more hoarse. Ajie pressed up from behind, reaching forward to rub my breasts, his fingers pinching and tugging gently at the nipples. Being sandwiched front and back, I quickly climaxed once. My inner walls clenched hard, and Xiaoyu couldn’t help but cum, the heat making my lower back go weak.
Ah 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 on my lower abdomen, the other gripping my wrist, thrusting forcefully inside. Xiao Yu, not fully softened yet, was taken into my mouth again. The two young men took turns thrusting in and out, cum filling me repeatedly, only to be squeezed out by the next thrust, trickling down my thighs.
By the second half of the night, Xiaoyu had already ejaculated three times, and Ajie twice. I lay in the middle, my legs still slightly apart, my pussy opening unable to close, continuously pushing out thick white fluid in little jerks. Ajie lit a cigarette, leaned against the headboard, looked at me, and smiled: “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 was three people, sometimes four. Ah Jie would send a message in advance: 'Auntie, one extra tonight, okay?'
I always reply with just two words: 'Okay.'
The bed in the apartment grew louder and louder from our making love. Once, halfway through, the neighbor downstairs seemed to knock on the wall. A Jie stopped, leaned close to my ear, and whispered with a laugh: "Want me to be gentler?"
I shook my head and actively spread my legs wider: 'No need. If they can hear it, they can hear it.'
That night they were especially excited. Xiaoyu entered from the front, A'jie from behind, the two things almost filling me up simultaneously. I was thrust so hard I couldn't form complete sentences, only managing broken moans. When the climax came, I cried, tears mixing with sweat streaming down, my inner walls clenching and making them both cum together. There was so much semen it overflowed, soaking a large patch of the bedsheet.
After it was over, they helped me clean up. A Jie gently wiped with a warm towel, his movements unexpectedly tender. Xiao Yu sat beside me, looking at my body, and suddenly whispered, 'Auntie... will you ever get tired of this one day?'
I turned to look at him. His nineteen-year-old eyes still held a hint of childish uncertainty.
“Annoying?” I smiled, reaching out to touch his face. “Do you know what women in their forties fear most? It’s not being looked down on by others; it’s being burned through by desire with nowhere to let it out. Before you came, every night I felt like I was being roasted by fire. Now that I have you, the fire is still there, but at least it burns pleasantly.”
Xiaoyu was silent for a moment, then leaned down and kissed my collarbone.
Winter came quickly.
Zhijie's internship ended, and he returned early. That night he appeared alone at the door, carrying some fruit, his face showing the fatigue of a long journey. I let him in; as soon as the door closed, he pressed me against the wall and kissed me.
Clothes were torn off quickly. He was stronger than before, shoulders broader, the lines of his arms harder. When he entered, his whole body pressed down, the force almost pinning me into the bed. I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist, my nails leaving red marks on his back.
“Do you miss me?” he asked as he thrust.
"I want to." I answered honestly.
He laughed, and his movements suddenly slowed; the glans scraped again and again against that deepest little spot. I was rubbed so hard I couldn’t take it and instinctively lifted my waist to meet him. But he deliberately backed out a little, leaving only the head inside.
"Beg me."
Biting my lip, I finally spoke: 'Please... come in... harder...'
Only then did he thrust all the way in, each stroke heavier than the last. I came very quickly, crying out his name. He came deep inside me, hot semen pouring in in surges, so hot my lower abdomen trembled.
Afterward he held me, his voice a little hoarse: “During my internship, sometimes I would wonder whether Auntie had already been replaced.”
I turned over, looking into his eyes: "Changed. And not changed. You're all still here."
After being silent for a while, he 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 so weak I could barely kneel, so I buried my face in the pillow, my voice breaking into fragments.
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 bit busy next semester," he said suddenly.
“It’s okay.” I closed my eyes. “Come when you have time. If you don’t, let Ajie and the others come.”
He let out a soft laugh and flicked the ash into the cup beside him.
Life moved forward.
Sometimes it's Zhi Jie alone, sometimes it's Ah Jie and Xiao Yu, sometimes it's a new, unfamiliar face. I no longer ask for names, only remember their bodies—some are thick, some are long, some are especially good at hitting that spot, some like to deliberately stop when I'm about to climax, watching me beg.
The apartment curtains were always drawn. The mattress was replaced once again. The bedsheets had to be washed almost every three days.
During the day, I was still the mother who took care of my mother-in-law and called my children to ask how they were. At night, once the door opened, it was a different face.
One night, four young men were present at the same time. Zhijie, A Jie, Xiao Yu, and a new student named A Wei. They arranged me in various positions, taking turns entering, sometimes two at once. I was fucked to the point of near unconsciousness later on, only knowing to spread my legs, letting them fill me again and again. So much semen flowed down my inner thighs, dripping onto the floor.
After it was over, they helped me bathe. Hot water poured down, and A Jie gently used his fingers to scoop out the remaining semen inside, his movements as light as if comforting a child. I leaned against him and 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 them. Forty-one years old, her body still soft, but her desires even greedier than at nineteen.
"No." I heard myself say, "You're young, which is perfect. What I need is youth."
They did not ask again.
Winter passed, and spring came.
The story is still continuing.
Each time the knocking sound rang out, I would walk to the door, pull back 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 am still sinking into the bodies of these nineteen-year-old college students, again and again, surrendering all my repressed desires.
The spring breeze already carried warmth, and the trees outside the apartment window were sprouting tender leaves again.
After Zhijie's internship ended, his coursework became heavier, and he comes a bit less often than before. But whenever he appears, as soon as the door opens, the two of us hardly speak first. Clothes drop in the entryway, bodies press together; he pins me against the wall or directly carries me to bed. He's more muscular than six months ago, the lines of his shoulders and back much harder, and his thrusts are deeper and stronger. I wrap my legs tightly around him, letting him push to the deepest point again and again. Sometimes midway he suddenly slows down, just grinding the head at the entrance, forcing me to actively lift my hips to chase it. Only when I beg him does he bury himself fully, each thrust heavier than the last, until I climax in tears.
Ah Jie and Xiao Yu became more regular visitors.
Ah Jie would send messages in advance, sometimes saying 'Just me tonight,' sometimes 'Brought someone.' I never refused. Xiao Yu would still blush, but once inside, his movements became much bolder than before. He liked having me ride him, holding my waist and pressing down, watching himself being fully swallowed. Ah Jie understood my rhythm better, knowing when to speed up and when to deliberately pause, watching me beg him with reddened eyes.
One night, the two of them came together.
As soon as the door was locked, A-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. A-Jie entered first, holding my waist from behind and thrusting hard. 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, one filling my mouth. I was thrust so hard I couldn't form complete sentences, only able to let out muffled whimpers.
Later, they changed positions. Xiaoyu lay down, I rode on top and moved myself. Ajie knelt behind me, and after applying lubricant, slowly pushed into my back hole. Two things moving in and out of my body at the same time made me swell so much I could hardly breathe. When the orgasm came, my whole body tensed, and my inner walls clenched tightly around them. They couldn’t hold back either and almost came at the same time. Semen oozed out from two places and ran down my thighs.
After it ended, Ah Jie helped me clean 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 to look at him. His nineteen-year-old eyes still held something indescribable.
“I thought about it.” I said honestly, “but every time the door opens and I see you two, I don’t want to anymore.”
He asked no more.
Zhijie still occasionally brings new classmates. Some are talkative, some silent, some so nervous on their first time their palms are sweaty. I never ask names, only check if their bodies are clean and if their energy is sufficient. As long as they're willing, I spread my legs. The apartment mattress has been changed to the third one; the sheets almost need washing every two days.
Once there were four young people present at the same time.
Zhijie, Ajie, Xiaoyu, and a newcomer, Awei. They position me in various poses—someone enters from the front, someone from behind, someone has me serve with my hands or mouth. I'm filled too full, climaxing one after another, until later I'm almost senseless, only knowing to spread my legs and let them continue. So much semen drips down my inner thighs, pooling into a small puddle on the floor.
After it was over, they helped me bathe. Hot water poured down, and A Jie slowly used his fingers to scoop out the remnants inside. I leaned against him and suddenly felt very tired, but also very satisfied.
“Auntie,” Xiao Yu asked again, “won’t you really get bored 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 behind, but my eyes were clearer than ever.
"No." I heard myself say, "You're young, which is just right."
They did not ask any further.
Summer has come again.
During university summer vacation, their visits became more flexible. Sometimes during the day, with the curtains tightly drawn, sunlight could only leak through the gaps; sometimes late at night, lasting until dawn before parting. I began to actively request positions I hadn't tried before—being pressed against the floor-to-ceiling window (curtains still drawn), having my wrists tied, being blindfolded relying only on touch and sound. They both complied. Young bodies never seemed to tire; often after one round ended, a half-hour rest was enough to start again.
One night, Zhijie came alone.
Afterward he leaned against the headboard, looking at the ceiling, and suddenly said: “Auntie, next semester I may need to go to another city for graduate school. Officially, I'll be gone for a year.”
I nodded and didn't try to make her stay.
He turned sideways, his fingers slowly tracing circles on my lower abdomen: “Before we leave... can we do it a few more times?”
“Anytime.” I said.
That night he was especially gentle, and it lasted especially long. After it ended, I lay on his chest listening to his heartbeat, and there were cicadas chirping outside the window.
“Will you miss me?” he asked.
“Will.” I closed my eyes, “but won’t wait.”
He let out a soft laugh and held me tighter.
After Zhijie left, Ajie and Xiaoyu still come. Occasionally there are new faces. I remain open to all comers. I made two extra copies of the apartment key for their convenience. Sometimes I'm not home yet, and they're already inside waiting; as soon as the door opens, I see young bodies and already-hard desire.
During the day, I was still the mother who called my children and took care of my mother-in-law. At night, once the door closed, it was a different face.
Once desire is thoroughly awakened, it is difficult to fall asleep again.
And I, had completely grown accustomed to this life—trading a mature body for youthful passion, money for their time and energy, using each climax that filled me to burn through two years of accumulated emptiness.
The story is still continuing.
Each time the knocking sound rang out, I would walk to the door, pull back the lock, look at the young face or faces outside, smiling slightly and saying:
“Come in.”
The door closed behind me.
The outside world faded away again.
And I am still sinking into the bodies of these nineteen-year-old college students, again and again, surrendering all my repressed desires.
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