Chapter 588- A Well Stimulated Pussy
He slowed inside her.
The brutal rhythm that had been hammering her against the pond edge eased into a deep, grinding roll. His thick cock stirred the walls of her womb with slow, deliberate circles that made her aware of every vein, every ridge, every inch of his impossible heat.
Meihua gasped.
Her cheek was still pressed against the cold stone. Her enormous tits flattened beneath her. Her thick thighs trembled in the dark water. She felt the shift immediately. The change from destruction to something that was somehow worse because it made her feel everything.
"Why," she breathed.
Her voice came out wrecked. Raw. The throat of a woman who had been screaming for what felt like hours. "Why are you slowing —"
"Because you stopped screaming," he said.
His hand released her pinned wrists. The large palm moved to her hair, gathering the dark strands, pulling her head back gently until her neck arched and her face turned toward the moon.
She looked at him.
Gold-crimson eyes in the dark. The carved, impossible beauty of his face. His cock was still buried to the base in her cunt. The bulge was visible in her soft belly. But his grip had changed from restraint to something that held her up rather than held her down.
"I did not stop," she whispered.
Her eyes were wet. Her full mouth was open. Her chest heaved with each breath. "I am still — I am still crying —"
"Yes," he said.
He pulled back.
One long, slow drag. The broad head scraped her walls with the wet, deliberate friction that pulled every remaining drop of the old men’s seed from her depths. Thick white ropes poured out of her stretched pussy lips. They mixed with the pond water, carrying the humiliation of the afternoon away from her body.
"AAH~!" She shuddered.
Her pussy clenched around the departing shaft with an involuntary grip that surprised her. The desperate, wet clutch of flesh that had decided it did not want to be empty. "Hngh~! Do not — do not take it all —"
He drove back in.
PAAH!
"KYAAAANNNGGHHHH~~~!!!!"
The sound she made was different this time.
It started as a scream but curved in the middle. The pitch rose and then broke into something that was not distress. Her back arched off the stone. Her enormous tits swung free beneath her. The nipples were stiff and dark in the moonlight.
He held her hips.
His thumbs pressed into the soft flesh of her wide ass. He kneaded and spread her. He pulled her back onto his cock with a steady, unhurried pressure. "Your cunt is learning me," he said.
"It is not — hnngh~! — it is not learning — I am not a cultivator —"
"It learns anyway," he said.
PAH! PAAH!
"AAANGHH~!! OUNGH~!!"
He pulled out completely.
The sudden emptiness made her cry out. A short, confused sound of loss. Her pussy lips gaped open. The dark-haired entrance clenched on nothing. She tried to push back. Her thick hips rolled in the water, seeking.
"Turn," he said.
His hands on her waist lifted her.
She was heavy. The thick, soft weight of a village wife who had never cultivated her body into lightness. But he moved her as if the mass meant nothing. He turned her to face him. Her back against the pond’s stone rim. Her enormous tits broke the water’s surface between them.
He looked at her.
At the milky white skin. The heavy mounds with their dark nipples. The tear tracks on her cheeks. The dark hair plastered to her shoulders. At her pussy, swollen and open and leaking beneath the water.
"Beautiful," he said.
The word hit her like a slap.
Not because it was cruel. Because it was the first time anyone had said it to her naked body without making her feel like meat on a slab. She trembled. Her hands came up to cover her tits instinctively.
’[Meihua — Internal]’
’He called me beautiful.’
’Not fuckable. Not a dish. Beautiful.’
’My husband has never — in five years — my husband has never looked at these tits and called them anything but heavy. In the way of a complaint.’
’I am crying and he is sucking my nipple and I do not want him to stop. That is new information. That is information I did not have yesterday.’
"Do not cover them," he said.
He took her wrists and pulled her hands away. He looked at her tits with the direct, unhurried attention of a man appreciating something he had decided was his. Then he lowered his mouth.
He sucked.
The left nipple first. The broad, dark peak disappeared into the full pull of his mouth. His cheek hollowed. The suction was immediate and deep and devastating.
"HNNGH~!!" Her head fell back against the stone.
Her hands found his hair. Not pushing him away. Gripping. Pulling him harder into her tit. "Aaangh~! That — that is — my nipples have never — hiekk~!!"
He switched to the right.
The wet, abandoned left peak stood stiff and dark in the moonlight. It throbbed with the blood his mouth had drawn to the surface. He took the right nipple with the same force. He kneaded the left tit with his free hand. He squeezed the heavy flesh until it overflowed his palm in every direction.
"OUNGH~!! MASTER~!! SIR~!! WHATEVER YOUR NAME IS~!!"
"Tianlong," he said, against her tit.
"TIANLONG~!! HAAIYAANGH~!!"
He lifted her.
Both hands under her thick thighs. He raised her out of the water until her pussy was level with his cock again. He pressed forward.
The head slid in easily this time.
Her walls, stretched and taught by the pounding, opened around him with a wet, welcoming grip. It made them both groan. He sank to the base in one slow motion. His balls rested against her ass in the water.
"Your cunt fits me now," he said.
"It does not fit~!!" she cried, even as her legs wrapped around his waist. "It is simply — hnngh~! — it has no choice —"
"It has a choice," he said.
He began to move.
Slow, deep strokes. The water lapped around their joined bodies. Her enormous tits pressed against his chest with each inward drive. Her arms went around his neck. Her face buried in his shoulder. She made sounds into his skin that she had never made for anyone.
"Mmgh~! Aaangh~! Hnn~!"
He carried her through the pond.
Walking with her impaled on his cock. Each step produced a wet, heavy sound. The water splashed around their thighs. He reached the shallow edge and laid her down on the grassy bank.
The grass was cool against her back.
He settled over her. His hips between her thick thighs. His cock drove back into the depths he had already claimed. Her tits swayed with each thrust. The heavy mounds rolled side to side. Her nipples dragged through the dew on her own skin.
PAH! PAAH!
"AAANGHH~!! TIANLONG~!! THE GRASS~!! IT IS TICKLING MY BACK WHILE YOU ARE — HIEKK~!! — INSIDE MY WOMB~!!"
"Good," he said.
He leaned down and bit her neck.
Not hard enough to break skin. Hard enough to leave a mark. She gasped. Her pussy clamped down on him. Her thick legs locked around his hips.
"MARK ME~!!" she cried. The words came out before she could stop them. "LEAVE SOMETHING — HNNGH~!! — LEAVE SOMETHING THAT DOES NOT WASH OFF~!!"
He bit harder.
His hips blurred.
PAH PAH PAH! PAAH! PHACCK!
"KYAAAANNNGGHHHH~~~!!!!"