Chapter 587- A Well Fucked Body Getting Clapped
Clouds of white, dispersing in the moonlight, the evidence of her degradation spreading into the dark pond.
She cried.
Quietly. The tears ran down her face and mixed with the pond water. Her heavy tits hung forward, their pale surfaces catching the moonlight. Her thick body, milky white and soft, trembled in the cold water.
She had been fucked by three old men.
She had felt nothing.
Her husband had thrown her to them like a dish of peanuts.
She scooped more seed from her pussy, her fingers pushing deep, her walls clenching around her own hand as she tried to empty herself of the humiliation.
"You really do have a fuckable body."
The voice came from behind her.
Meihua froze.
Her hand was still inside her cunt. Her legs were still spread. She turned her head, her teary eyes wide, her full mouth open.
A man stood at the pond’s edge.
He was tall.
Dark hair loose over his shoulders. Gold-crimson eyes catching the moonlight. His face was carved with the kind of beauty that made her breath stop — not handsome the way village men were handsome, but something else, something that made the air around him feel heavier.
He was naked.
His body was muscle upon muscle, a torso of ridged, dense cultivation physique that cast no shadow because the moonlight seemed to bend around him. And between his legs —
Meihua’s eyes dropped.
His cock hung limp against his thigh.
It was massive.
Even limp, it was longer than any of the old men’s erect cocks. Thick, dark-veined, the broad head resting heavy against his leg. The weight of it pulled it downward, the shaft gleaming in the moonlight.
She stared.
"Are you a god?" she whispered.
The question came out before she could stop it. Her voice was small, trembling, the voice of a woman who had been reduced to nothing and was now seeing something that seemed to exist on a different plane entirely.
He chuckled.
The sound was low and warm and it moved through the pond air like a physical touch.
"Do you want help," he said, "pulling that seed out of your pussy?"
Meihua trembled.
Her hand was still inside her. She pulled it out, slowly, the water dripping from her fingers.
"I —" she started.
She did not know what to say. Her hesitation was total, her mind blank, her body shivering in the cold water.
He reached down.
He grabbed his own cock and lifted it, swinging it heavily in his palm. The limp shaft moved with the ponderous, substantial weight of something that was not designed for modest spaces.
"Do you know," he said, his voice conversational, "why a man’s cock is shaped like this?"
He stepped into the pond.
The water rippled around his calves, his thighs, his hips. He walked toward her through the dark water, his massive cock swinging with each step, the arrow-shaped head pointing forward with the directional certainty of its own weight.
Meihua backed away.
She could not back far. The pond’s edge was behind her. She pressed against the stone rim, her thick body trembling, her enormous tits breaking the water’s surface.
"The animal kingdom," he said, stopping in front of her. "The cock is shaped to push in deep." He lifted the shaft, showing her the broad, flared head. "And when it pulls out, the rim scrapes the walls. It pulls out every drop of another man’s seed. It cleans the passage completely." He tilted his head. "Before depositing its own."
Meihua’s mouth was open.
Her breath came in short, shallow pulls. The cold water and the proximity of this man and the sheer, impossible scale of what he was showing her had combined into a paralysis that held her completely.
"That is —" she stammered. "That is not — I have never heard —"
"Because the men who have fucked you," he said, "did not have cocks large enough to demonstrate the function."
He reached for her.
His hands found her waist — her thick, soft waist — and lifted her as if she weighed nothing. She gasped, her hands flailing, her enormous tits bouncing with the motion.
He threw her.
Not gently. He threw her against the pond’s edge, her belly hitting the stone rim, her tits pressing flat against the cold surface, her thick legs dangling in the water behind her. Her face turned to the side, her cheek against the stone, her ass thrust upward.
"Wait —" she gasped.
He positioned himself behind her.
His cock, which had been limp, was now rising. The blood filling it made the shaft thicken and lengthen, the dark veins pulsing, the broad head swelling to a crimson dome that caught the moonlight.
Twelve inches.
Fully erect, it stood out from his body at a slight upward angle, the head pointing at her exposed, seed-filled pussy with the patient, inevitable intention of something that had found its destination.
"Who are you?" she cried, her voice breaking.
He pressed the head against her entrance.
The seed of three old men was still inside her. Her walls were wet and loose from the handling, her pussy lips swollen, the dark hair plastered flat against her mound.
"A god," he said, "as you said."
He slammed.
Two inches.
"KYAAAANNNGGHHHH~~~!!!!"
The sound tore out of her.
It was not the modest cry she had made when her husband slapped her ass. It was not the silence she had maintained while the old men used her. It was the full, throat-screaming, body-convulsing shriek of a woman whose pussy had just been introduced to a scale that rewrote every previous experience into a footnote.
Her cervix tore open.
The little hole, which had never been touched by any of the modest cocks that had entered her over five years of marriage, was instantly, brutally stretched around the broad dome of his head. The ring of it gave way with a wet, catastrophic yielding, and the cockhead punched through into her womb with the total, devastating impact of something occupying a space that had been empty for twenty-six years.
"MY WOMB~!!" she screamed. "IT IS IN MY WOMB~!! SOMETHING IS IN MY WOMB~!!"
He grabbed her hands.
Both of them, pulling them behind her back, holding them pinned at the wrists while her upper body pressed against the stone and her tits squashed flat and her ass clapped back against his pelvis.
PAH!
"AAANGHH~!!"
PAH! PAH!
"HIEKK~!! SIR~!! STOP~!! IT HURTS~!! YOU ARE TOO ROUGH~!! I CANNOT~!! I WILL TEAR APART~!!"
The seed of the three old men began to pour out of her.
It was visible in the moonlight — thick white ropes being pushed from her pussy by the massive shaft occupying the space they had been in, the cock’s scraping withdrawal pulling their modest loads out with it, the water around her thighs clouding with the expelled seed of the elders.
Her own juices followed.
A gush of clear arousal that she had not produced for the old men, that she had not produced for her husband in months, that was now flooding from her in a continuous, involuntary stream.
Then she urinated.
The pressure of the cock against her bladder, the total rearrangement of her interior architecture, the shock and the pain and the overwhelming, impossible fullness — it all combined into a release that she could not control. The hot stream joined the seed and her juices in the pond water, her body emptying every liquid it had in a single, catastrophic purge.
PAH PAH PAAH! PHACCK!
"KYAAAANNNGGHHHH~~~!!!!"
Her tongue was out.
Her eyes were rolled back, the whites catching the moonlight. Tears streamed down her face, mixing with the pond water on the stone. Her thick ass bounced back against his hips with each impact, the soft, heavy globes clapping against his pelvis, the sound echoing off the willow branches.
"STOP~!!" she screamed. "PLEASE~!! I AM NOT A CULTIVATOR~!! MY BODY IS NOT MEANT FOR~!! HAAIYAANGH~!!"
He held her wrists tighter.
His hips blurred.
The rapid, devastating pace that he had applied to the sect master, to the elders, to the young disciple — now applied to the thick village wife bent over a pond edge in the moonlight, her milky white skin gleaming, her enormous tits flattened against the stone, her dark hair spread across her shoulders.
PAH PAH PAH! PAAH! PHACCK!!
"AAANGHH~!! OUNGH~!! HIEKK~!! SIR~!! MASTER~!! WHATEVER YOU ARE~!! I CANNOT TAKE~!! MY INSIDES ARE BEING~!! HAAIYAANGH~!!"
He looked down at her.
At the thick, soft body that Zhou had advertised to the whole town. At the pale skin and the heavy tits and the wide hips and the dark-haired pussy that was currently being reshaped around his cock.
"Indeed," he said, his voice even above her screams. "She was right. You really do have a fuckable body."
PAH PAH PAH PHACCK!!
"KYAAAANNNGGHHHH~~~!!!!"