"Damn Little Long, stinking Little Long! Out since morning and still not back—probably dead in some woman's bed! Hmph!" Night fell, easing the day's heat.
Firecrackers echoed from the village graveyard. It was the Ghost Festival, mid-July, the day to burn offerings for ancestors. You had to, or they might drag you down with them.
Shen Lijuan had just returned from the graveyard, where she'd burned paper money for her late husband. Her heart raced with guilt—she'd been fucked by that idiot kid. Problem was, she'd gotten used to his massive cock and couldn't let it go. Burning offerings felt like confessing at his grave, and she'd scurried home, chills running down her spine.
It was creepy as hell. The air reeked of burnt paper, wisps floating like ghosts. Uneasy, she returned to her dark, empty home. That bastard Little Long still wasn't back.
Normally, it wouldn't matter, but today was the Ghost Festival. Folks in the countryside always said, "Mid-July, ghosts run wild." She hoped that fool hadn't gotten into trouble, screwing so many girls and wives. Better not piss off the heavens—rural folks believed in karma and grudges.
Plus, Shen Lijuan's heart was pounding. She dreaded her dead husband finding out she was banging her distant cousin. He might climb out of his grave in rage.
"Damn kid, still not home!" She cursed again, her stomach growling. Time to make dinner.
Shen Lijuan steeled herself and headed to the kitchen, deliberately banging pots and pans like she was fighting someone in there.
"Lijuan, big sis! Lijuan, you home? Anyone there?" A voice called from outside.
"Shit!" Shen Lijuan's neck prickled, like a knife was at her throat. She froze, listening.
Wait—that's Wang Limei's voice. Not a ghost!
"What's that woman doing here?" Shen Lijuan muttered, wiping her hands on her apron before heading outside, shouting, "Coming, coming!"
It was indeed Wang Limei.
"Limei, what're you buying?" Shen Lijuan forced a smile, eyeing Wang Limei up and down. No wonder she was from a rich family—dressed fancy as hell.
Golden hair cascaded over her shoulders, a tight, cheongsam-like dress hugging her curvy figure, her chest heaving with every sway. The village's famous big-tit woman. Shen Lijuan glanced at her own modest melons, feeling outclassed.
Her round, pale thighs were bare, leaning inward, hinting at an enticing slit. A twist of her waist showed off a round, perky ass.
Little Long had told her he'd fucked Wang Limei. She must be craving that big cock—why else come to the shop?
"Uh, two lighters. Here's the money." Wang Limei handed over the cash, peeking inside the dark house, acting casual. "Lijuan, big sis, you alone at home, huh?"
"Yeah, just me," Shen Lijuan replied, fishing for change, not thinking much of it.
"Oh." Wang Limei's voice dripped with disappointment. After a pause, she asked, "Where's Little Long? Not home?"
Shen Lijuan caught on. Buying stuff? Bullshit. This bitch was hunting for a man to fuck. Little Long was right—this fancy-dressed slut was a whore!
Wei Wenwu had just died, and the village was already whispering about her. Now she's after Little Long again? Getting fucked by that big cock once was fine, but chasing him down? Enough already!
"What do you want with Little Long?" Shen Lijuan's tone chilled, tossing the change on the counter before storming back to the kitchen.
"I…" Wang Limei started, but Shen Lijuan was already gone. No fool, Wang Limei read the vibe. She glanced inside, saw no sign of the kid, stomped her foot, clamped her thighs, and headed home.
Her pussy hadn't been fucked in days, practically calloused. Chen Tianyun had screwed her a couple times, but it was like nothing—two shakes on her belly, and he was done. His pathetic dick wasn't even half of Wei Wenwu's. She didn't even want to take her pants off at night anymore.
This morning, Chen Tianyun took money to the city to look after his brother. Both father and son were useless, so he had to step up. She'd been hoping Little Long would swing by for a romp, but he hadn't shown all day. Her mind was full of that huge cock swaying in front of her, her panties soaked multiple times. Unable to hold back, she'd dolled up, hoping Little Long would see her and want to fuck her senseless. But he wasn't home!
"Ugh, what now?" Wang Limei grumbled, head down as she walked. "Guess I'll go home and shove a couple eggplants up there. Where the hell is Little Long?"
'Thud!' She crashed into something hard and yelped, looking up.
"Ah! Who are you?"
Her tits got grabbed, and Wang Limei screamed, terrified. It was the middle of the night, Ghost Festival, and she was already spooked. The guy was huge and solid—was it a ghost? Do ghosts grab tits?
"Limei, aunty, weren't you just thinking of me? What's up? Let me feel you up…"
"Little Long? Oh my God, you scared the shit outta me!" Hearing his voice, Wang Limei relaxed, pressing her chest against him.
Who else but Long Gen? He'd just left Wu Guihua's place after dinner, banging two rounds on the kitchen counter, nearly cooking Wu Guilan and her sister in the pot.
Strolling home to rest, he planned to have some fun with his cousin-aunt later. No way he'd ditch her for other women.
Then he ran into Wang Limei. Under the moonlight, her short cheongsam looked like a miniskirt, her pale thighs dazzling, her curvy waist and huge tits screaming for attention.
'This slut's trying to seduce me again!' Long Gen cursed inwardly, but his hands were already groping.
She was in her mid-thirties, a bit chubby, slightly out of shape, but as the saying goes, "Looks slim, feels meaty, fucking's not tiring!"
Rural folks swore by it, and it was true. Screw those skinny models—nothing but bones. Dressed, they're fine; naked, they're skeletons. No urge to even drop your pants. A fuck buddy needs some meat, a bit of fat for bounce. That white, jiggly flesh smacking together hurts your eyes in a good way.
"Mmph, Little Long, come on, touch down here. I'm so wet…" Seeing Long Gen, Wang Limei didn't hold back, melting against him, guiding his hand to her crotch.
His rock-hard cock radiated heat, making her tremble.
"Hiss! Little Long, touch it, touch… mmph…" Wang Limei moaned, exhaling hot breaths.
"Slut, you're not scared Chen Tianyun will kill you? Sneaking out at night to cheat!" Long Gen didn't move.
Joking? My is cock wasn't just for anyone to borrow. Want it? Suck it first, strip naked, then we'll talk!
"Giggle, that bastard's in the city. Won't be back for ten days." Wang Limei laughed, her body tingling from his touch, his raw masculine scent making her close her eyes.
Her small hand yanked down his pants, gripping his huge cock, twisting and jerking it with loud slaps. She didn't care who saw, moaning like they were at the village entrance.
"This fucking slut!"
Cursing, Long Gen scooped her up and headed into the cornfield, his hands attacking her full tits.
"Mmph, easy, Little Long. I don't like it rough… ugh…"
'Rip!'
He tore her cheongsam, her pale flesh spilling out. No foreplay—he ripped off her panties and slammed his cock in with a wet 'squelch'.
"Ah… Little Long, faster, faster…"
Long Gen picked up the pace, her legs over his shoulders, hands pinning her jiggling tits. His cock pounded deep. Her pussy was surprisingly tight—born to be a slut!
'Smack, smack, smack!'
"Ugh, Little Long, fast, fast, I'm coming, ah… I'm there, there, ugh… ah…"
Half an hour later, Wang Limei was done.
Long Gen pulled out his cock and shoved it in her mouth. "Lick it clean. Suck out all the juice."
Without a word, Wang Limei grabbed it, her soft tongue wrapping around it, sucking eagerly, smacking her lips with glee.
"Alright, go home. I'll come fuck you in a couple days." Pulling up his pants, Long Gen started to leave. It was late, and his cousin-aunt would get pissed.
"Leaving?" Wang Limei clung to his clothes reluctantly. "Um, rest a bit and fuck me again… I've been pent up for so long."
"Fuck again?"
Long Gen paused. This bitch was insatiable. Most women were done after one round, and she wanted more? Really that desperate?
Fuck it, if he didn't, word might spread that my dick wasn't up to par. Hell no. Fine, you slut, let's wreck your asshole!
"Ass up, like that!" He yanked down his pants again, spit on his cock, and without prep, pried open her pale cheeks, aimed at her asshole, and thrust hard.
"Ah!!!"
A blood-curdling scream rang out. Wang Limei's eyes reddened, her asshole splitting.
"No, no, don't… ahh, don't fuck me there…"
"Hmph!" Long Gen snorted, gripping her ass and pounding away. 'Smack, smack, smack!' Her backdoor was breached, and he wasn't stopping…
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