"Hey, you heard? Wei Wenwu's dead. Man, it was gruesome—eyes popping out!"
"What? Popping out? Who's bullshitting? I saw it myself—those eyes fell to the ground, had to pick 'em up and stick 'em back. Tongue like a pig's, neck all swollen. Guy died with regrets…"
"For real?"
"No shit, scared the hell outta me. Worse than slaughtering a pig. His dick was gone, all bloody. Something about repentance or whatever. Fucked if I know, but it was bad…"
"Goddamn, stop talking, you're freaking me out! I won't sleep tonight."
"Pissing your pants already, huh? Haha…"
"Move it, it's dark—go home! Quit yapping…" Under the sycamore tree, a group cooling off after work dispersed, their voices fading. At the shop, Shen Lihong stepped out, her face pale as a ghost.
When they were gone, she muttered, "Nothing better to do than scare people with gossip? Can't even go to the outhouse now…"
Twilight settled, a dark cloud swallowing the moon, making the night pitch-black, as if the heavens knew Shanghe Village had lost someone and joined the gloom. Shen Lihong's outburst cleared out the shop, leaving only the TV's eerie flickers, sending chills down her spine despite the muggy heat.
"Why spread that crap?" Shen Lihong sighed, grabbing Shen Lijuan's arm, whispering, "Sis, come with me to the outhouse. I'm scared. Been holding it all afternoon, it's killing me…"
"Scared in your own house?" Shen Lijuan frowned.
"Come on, Sis, please!" Shen Lihong shook her arm, whining, her massive breasts bouncing wildly under her tank top.
Gulp!
Long Gen, munching sunflower seeds nearby, stared, eyes bulging, swallowing hard. If he weren't sitting, his cock would've tented his pants even higher.
"Heh, Lihong, I'll go with you. Gotta piss myself," He Jingwen said, standing up.
It wasn't about needing the bathroom—she just didn't want to be alone with Long Gen after last night's pounding. His cock was too much, and thinking about it sent a flush across her delicate face, making her look even sexier.
"Oh, thank you, Township Chief! Hold on, let me grab a flashlight…" Shen Lihong beamed, thrilled. Who'd believe she'd go to the outhouse with the township chief?
The two headed out, and Long Gen stood. "Aunt, I'm stepping out—too stuffy in here," He said, vanishing before Shen Lijuan could respond.
With the house empty, Shen Lijuan was alone, the TV's jarring noises echoing in the hollow space. A cold breeze swept through, making her shiver.
Crack, crack, crack!
Firecrackers popped as Long Gen, chewing a blade of grass, reached Wei Wenwu's house. The villagers had worked all afternoon, draping white mourning banners across the yard, a huge "奠" (memorial) character dominating the center. A dim oil lamp flickered in the night breeze, casting eerie shadows, like ghosts were lurking.
Long Gen swaggered in, his bulging crotch leading the way, and bumped into the Wei brothers rushing out. "Big Cow, where are you off to?" He asked, playing dumb.
"None of your business, move!" Niu Da snapped, his temper flaring. His wife nearly got fucked by his dad, and now the old man was dead, leaving him to handle the mess. It was a thankless job, and his brother Wei Wu's sour face didn't help. They shoved past Long Gen, muttering curses under their breath.
Long Gen smirked, muttering, "Fucking idiot. Your wife didn't get fucked by your dad—she got fucked by me. Dumbass doesn't even know he's got a green hat…"
Rural superstitions ran deep, and Wei Wenwu's gruesome death—bulging eyes, lolling tongue—spooked everyone. By nightfall, the helpers had cleared out. With the Wei brothers gone, the yard was deathly quiet, not even a dog stirring. The oil lamp under the coffin suddenly snuffed out.
"Ah!" A scream pierced the silence, followed by a clatter. A soft body crashed into Long Gen, and he grabbed a handful of flesh—plump, unmistakable. Tian Cuifen's tits, no doubt.
The lamp flared back on, confirming it was her.
"What's with the screaming? Scared of nothing!" Miao Hong, Wei Wenwu's widow, stood up behind the altar, barking at Tian Cuifen.
Tian Cuifen, white as a sheet, scurried off, head down. Spooked by the incident, Yang Ying made an excuse and bolted too. The altar room was left with just Miao Hong and Long Gen.
"Fool, what are you doing here?" Miao Hong asked, her face grim but dry of tears.
She'd heard about her husband's affairs. Last night, she'd raged—after years of fucking her at home, he'd chased other men's wives, even his daughter-in-law! She nearly grabbed a knife to gut him, but his sudden death left her conflicted.
"Came to check on you," Long Gen said, casually.
"Ha, here for the show, huh?" Miao Hong's lips curled, her eyes mocking, her massive breasts jiggling. "Since you're here, give your Uncle Wei a couple of kowtows."
"Uh…"
Long Gen froze. Kowtow to that bastard? Fuck that! Kneel to your mom!
"Aunt Miao Hong, I… I brought you something. Wanna see?" Kneeling was out of the question, so he pivoted, ready to unleash his trump card.
Fuck it, push me too far, and I'll bang you right here in the altar room!
"What is it?" Miao Hong wasn't serious about the kneeling, but curious about his "gift," she eyed him up and down. No bags, no bulging pockets—nothing. "Long Fool, quit messing around. Get out. I gotta keep vigil for my dead man," She said, pushing him toward the door.
"I'm serious, I got something," Long Gen insisted, holding his ground. Miao Hong, shorter than him, bent slightly, her huge breasts dangling under her tank top, straining the fabric.
Bet they feel amazing, he thought. And doing it here? Fucking thrilling.
"Show me then!" Miao Hong glared. "If you're bluffing, you're staying to keep vigil with me… What the—?"
Slap!
Her eyes widened, a stack of paper money slipping from her hands, hitting the floor. She backed up, stunned, until she bumped into the coffin. A massive black python—no, his cock—swayed in Long Gen's pants, reeking of piss and musk.
"Aunt Miao Hong, like the gift?"
Long Gen grinned wickedly, stepping forward to pinch her nipples through her shirt, pushing her behind the altar door, his hands roaming.
She was older, but her tits were huge, hanging like long melons, the nipples thick and hard. He gave one a sharp tweak.
"Mmm… Little Long, stop… not today, I'm keeping vigil…" Miao Hong wasn't some saint. After learning of her husband's betrayals, she'd fantasized about screwing other men for revenge. Tonight's thrill was tempting, but in the altar room? What if her daughter-in-law saw?
"Mmm…" A thick cock pressed against her stomach, its heat flooding her senses. Her legs weakened, and her hand instinctively grabbed his crotch.
"Goddamn, Little Long, how's it so big? Like it's on steroids… mmm, easy, those nipples are for sucking, not pinching… ouch, you're still pinching… mmm… ah…" Miao Hong moaned, her breath hitching as Long Gen yanked off her tank top.
No bra—her massive melons sagged, pale but with jet-black nipples.
"Little Long, your… your dick's getting harder… ouch… mmm… don't fuck me…" She clutched her pants, her pussy already dripping, but she hesitated. Her husband's corpse was right there, his soul probably watching.
"No fuck?" Long Gen squeezed her tits, his cock sliding into her pants, grinding against her crotch. It looked like she was riding him through the fabric.
Her dark pussy lips pressed against his scorching cock, itching and burning, a slick stream leaking out. A sharp pain shot through her chest as he pinched again.
"Mmm…" She groaned, her body going limp.
Rip!
Long Gen tore off her pants. In the lamplight, her black slit glistened, gushing like a broken dam.
"Get on the coffin, ass up…" Long Gen's strength overwhelmed her, pinning her waist to the coffin. His cock teased her ass crack, smacking it with wet slaps, coaxing a spray of juices.
"Look, Aunt Miao Hong, you're soaked, like you pissed yourself, and you don't wanna fuck? Ready or not, I'm going in…"
Gripping her waist, he thrust forward.
Squelch!
His massive cock plunged into her.
"Ah!"
"Little Long, easy… easy… ah… ah… ohhh… feels good…"
"Faster, Little Long, harder… ah… ah…"
Slap, slap, slap!
His hips pounded, her fat ass deforming with each thrust, hot juices splattering. Long Gen's eyes gleamed, lost in the frenzy.
Relentless thrusts, each one deep, slamming against her walls.
"Ahhh… no, Little Long, I'm… I'm coming…"
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