Cemetery sex

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Night, a deep, silent night.

A car sped along the highway. A man in his thirties sat anxiously in the driver's seat. In the back seat, a boy of about ten years old nestled sleepily in the arms of a woman who also looked sleepy. It seemed to be a family of three rushing to their destination.

Traffic was sparse due to the darkness. After driving for a while, the car soon entered a tunnel, with other cars occasionally whizzing past. Suddenly, a blinding beam of light appeared ahead. The driver, startled by the glare, slammed on the brakes. A loud crash followed, and the man was slammed against the steering wheel, a large gash on his forehead bleeding profusely. The woman and child were also thrown against the front seats by the force of the impact, their bodies lacerated by shards of broken glass. They lay dazed and confused inside the car.

The man shook his head vigorously to clear his mind. Looking up at the large truck that had collided head-on with his car, his first thought was that he had been in an accident. He immediately turned to check on his wife and children in the back seat, finding them only temporarily unconscious. He endured the pain from his wounds, struggled to kick open the mangled car door, and staggered out, gripping the car body and panting heavily. The violent impact made him feel nauseous.

At that moment, a man wielding a long Japanese sword, wearing a black trench coat and a cruel smile, jumped out of the truck and approached, sneering, "Chu Guohao, you're definitely not an ordinary person. Otherwise, I would have killed you just now." "Who are you? I don't understand what you're saying?" Chu Guohao's eyes darted around, hoping a car would pass through the tunnel soon, making the other man hesitate.

The man wielding the Japanese longsword seemed to read Chu Guohao's mind and continued to sneer, "You don't need to look anymore. No cars will pass by here at this time. I've already arranged everything. There won't be any cars for at least ten minutes, and it will only take me a second to kill you." He finished speaking and laughed triumphantly, the sound echoing throughout the tunnel.

Chu Guohao asked the laughing man, "Who sent you?" The laughter immediately stopped, and the man clapped his hands, saying, "Good question, but I won't give the answer to someone about to die. That would be pointless. You can die with your doubts!" With that, he slowly drew his Japanese longsword, his eyes fixed on it as if admiring a work of art.

"Hehehe... Chu Guohao, you can die now." As he spoke, the longsword was already swinging.

Chu Guohao instinctively tried to dodge, but the speed of the other man's blade was too fast. The long sword flashed with a cold light and pierced his chest, exiting directly through his back. Blood gushed from the wound, and a piercing pain told him that his life was coming to an end. After the man withdrew the long sword, Chu Guohao collapsed to the ground, his eyes fixed on his wife and children, who were still unconscious in the car. His limbs twitched a few times, and then he stopped breathing.

The man quickly searched Chu Guohao's body but found nothing. He then quickly went to the car and searched it again without success. He took out his phone from his trench coat pocket and dialed a number:

"Boss, we didn't find anything. What about Chu Guohao's wife and children?" "..." "Yes, I understand!" The man took out a clean handkerchief, gently wiped the blood off the Japanese long sword, and then, with a speed that was hard for ordinary people to achieve, he leaped towards the tunnel exit and disappeared into the night in an instant.

Huanan City, a metropolis with a long history and a developed economy.

Poetry often says, "The rain falls in torrents during the Qingming Festival," but on this day, Huanan City didn't rain; instead, the sky was overcast with thick, dark clouds. On the road to Phoenix Mountain Cemetery, a black Mercedes-Benz SL600 pulled up at the cemetery's entrance. A man and a woman got out. The man, who looked to be in his forties, wore a neat black suit that gave him a composed and dignified air. He was Zhang Shaoyang, Huanan City's richest man. The woman, however, defied guessing age. She had the skin of a twenty-year-old, the figure of a thirty-year-old, and the demeanor of a forty-year-old. She wore a black, single-breasted trench coat with a lapel, the hem of which just reached her waist... Her legs were broken, and a two-finger-wide black silk belt cinched her waist, perfectly outlining its graceful lines. Her trench coat had only four buttons in total; the top button was just above her breasts, revealing glimpses of her fair, delicate breasts at the neckline, while the bottom button was slightly below her thigh. As she walked, the slit in her coat peeked out from under her slender thighs, encased in black stockings. Black patent leather high heels clicked rhythmically on the cobblestones. The woman appeared both dignified and virtuous, yet also noble and alluring. This was Zhao Wan'er, Zhang Shaoyang's wife.

Qingming Festival is now largely ignored by modern people, so there were only a few people at the Phoenix Cemetery. Zhang Shaoyang held Zhao Wan'er's hand as they slowly walked towards the top of the mountain. Zhao Wan'er looked to be around thirty years old, but her skin was as supple as a twenty-year-old girl's, only her figure was more voluptuous. In reality, she was over forty.

Zhang Shaoyang turned to look at the woman beside him. He saw Zhao Wan'er's sorrowful expression; her once bright eyes were now dull and moist. He couldn't help but say, "Wan'er, you're always so heartbroken when we come here for Qingming Festival. Let's not come again next time." Zhao Wan'er didn't speak, but walked silently. After a while, the two arrived at two adjacent, rather ornately decorated tombstones.

Zhang Shaoyang knelt on one knee, stroking the portrait on the tombstone, murmuring, "Brother Chu!

I've come to see you again. Ten years have passed since you left us! Hehe..." He then took three long incense sticks from the side, lit them, and inserted them into the bronze incense burner in front of the tombstone.

Zhang Shaoyang got up and went to stand behind Zhao Wan'er. He saw the woman gently squatting before the tombstone, lighting incense and placing it in the incense burner. She softly murmured, "Yun'er, your mother has come to see you again. Is this beautiful place comfortable for you? Are you doing well over there? Don't miss your mother too much; she's doing very well now." "Yes! My dear nephew, your mother has Uncle Zhang to love her. You and Brother Chu can rest assured and leave everything to me over there!" Zhang Shaoyang took two steps forward, squatted beside the woman, and put his left arm around Zhao Wan'er's waist, gently stroking it. He also turned his head and kissed her beautiful face twice.

Zhao Wan'er turned her head, her eyes filled with tears, and glanced at Zhang Shaoyang. She gently pushed him away, saying:

"What are you doing?"

Zhang Shaoyang, already unsteady in his squatting position, fell to the ground with the added pressure. He cried out, "Ahhh... Wan'er, what are you doing? Are you trying to murder your husband?" Zhao Wan'er, seeing her husband's disheveled state, felt her grief dissipate somewhat. She quickly stood up, extended her right hand to the man, covered her mouth, and said with a slight smile, "It's your fault for always being so improper. Get up, the ground is cold." Zhang Shaoyang, however, flashed a lewd smile. He suddenly stood up, stretched out his left arm, and pulled the woman into his embrace. He whispered in her ear, "I want to prove to Brother Chu and my dear nephew how much I love you!" Before Zhao Wan'er could retort, he grabbed her cheek with his right hand and thrust his tongue into her forced-open mouth, his rough tongue frantically swirling inside her mouth.

"Mmm..." Zhao Wan'er pushed her husband away with both hands, but she didn't have a particularly strong reason to refuse his advances. However, she felt it was inappropriate to make love in front of her deceased husband and son's tombstones.

Zhang Shaoyang held Zhao Wan'er tightly, his rough, wet tongue constantly teasing his wife. He felt his wife's struggles in his arms gradually weaken, and her hands quietly circled his neck. Her head swayed slightly, rubbing against his lips, and she consciously cooperated with him. He then released Zhao Wan'er's cheek with his right hand and slowly moved down along the curve of her body. Through her black trench coat, he used his thumb and forefinger to hold the lower edge of her full, firm breasts, squeezing and kneading them for a moment. Then, his palm gently slid down and pressed against her flat stomach, unbuttoning the lower middle button of her black trench coat, and his right hand reached inside the opening.

"Ah..." Zhao Wan'er frowned, tiptoed, and suddenly thrust her body upwards, her red lips leaving the man's mouth. She tilted her head back, letting out a soft, seductive moan. She knew her private parts were now in her husband's hands.

Zhang Shaoyang breathed his hot breath onto the woman's fair, slender neck, his mouth licking the sweetness and smoothness of her skin. His right index and middle fingers pressed against her vulva, gently caressing it through her smooth panties, feeling the heat emanating from his wife.

"Shaoyang, ah...no...don't do this, um...husband, not here...it won't do..." "Good wife, Wan'er, I want you, right now..." Zhang Shaoyang whispered in Zhao Wan'er's ear, then took two steps back and reached out to unbutton three buttons on the woman's trench coat. The view inside the open trench coat made Zhang Shaoyang's eyes light up with a fiery light. It turned out that Zhao Wan'er was only wearing a flesh-colored peony lace bodysuit under the trench coat. Two thin elastic shoulder straps hung on her delicate collarbone. The fabric of the bodysuit was slightly transparent, and the hollowed-out pattern on the chest could be vaguely seen, revealing two bright red nipples. The waist and thigh creases were decorated with lace ruffles, showing the mature sexiness and beauty of the woman's body.

Zhang Shaoyang gently embraced the woman from behind, his large hands kneading and fondling her plump, pert buttocks. He lowered his head and kissed her shoulders tenderly, his expression one of utmost care, as if any force would hurt her delicate skin.

"Mmm..." Zhao Wan'er covered her alluring face with her hands. The man knew her body as well as he knew his own; even the smallest details could arouse her. However, the inappropriate time and place placed her in a delicate psychological state, as if her deceased husband and son were watching her from beyond, giving her a strong, perverse pleasure. This perverse pleasure made her feel ashamed, yet she was powerless to resist it, so she could only cover her face with her hands to escape.

Zhang Shaoyang couldn't possibly know what his wife was thinking at that moment, but he could sense that she wasn't explicitly refusing, and he himself felt a particular stimulation, so he naturally continued. He slowly bent his knees, his head lowering as his tongue slid over the woman's neck, collarbone, chest, and breasts, finally settling on the nipples barely visible beneath the lace.

"Mmm...mmm..." With her buttocks being played with by her husband and her nipples being sucked, Zhao Wan'er was incredibly happy. Besides the physical pleasure, there was a criminal-like excitement, more accurately, a struggle akin to a wife's infidelity, the excitement of cheating.

Zhang Shaoyang was also excited. The bright red, sweet-smelling nipples brought him oral pleasure, and even more so, a thrill that his wife had finally broken free of her former shackles. He excitedly sucked on the left and then the right, leaving two circular marks on the nipples from his saliva.

Zhao Wan'er covered her face with her hands, biting her lip with all her might. She knew that if she relaxed even a little, she would scream out loud, yet she wanted to retain a sliver of dignity in front of her deceased husband and son.

Zhang Shaoyang knelt on one knee, looking up at his wife's flushed body, and immediately knew she was deeply aroused. He opened his mouth and licked her fair thighs, his right hand releasing her plump buttocks, two fingers entering between her legs from the front, gently lifting and cupping her vulva.

Zhao Wan'er shuddered. She was about to be played with by a man in front of her deceased husband and son; just thinking about it sent waves of dizzying pleasure through her.

While fiddling with his fingers, Zhang Shaoyang unexpectedly discovered a tiny, invisible zipper hidden in her private area, already moistened by the woman's love juices. He carefully unzipped it, and instantly a strong, mature woman's scent wafted out, the rich musky aroma making him dizzy. He suddenly thrust two fingers vertically into the woman's vulva, his mouth also moving closer, frantically licking her swollen labia majora and erect, bright red clitoris.

"Ah..." Zhao Wan'er desperately threw her head back, suddenly straightening her toes and leaping upwards, but she couldn't escape the man's fiery tongue. She could only lower her hands, which had been covering her face, and press them against the man's head, because she could no longer stand.

Zhang Shaoyang rapidly thrust his fingers in and out of the woman's vagina, each thrust accompanied by a slight bend in his knuckles, scraping the soft walls of her vagina. His tongue teased her erect clitoris, while her love juices sprayed onto his face.

"Gurgle...gurgle..." came the wet sounds of his fingers sliding in and out of her vagina.

"Ah! It...it sounds awful, Shaoyang...ah...no...don't...don't touch it anymore, um...um...don't touch it anymore..." Zhao Wan'er trembled, her legs and hands gripping the man's head. The elastic walls of her vagina actively released the invading object, her body shaking violently.

Zhang Shaoyang truly loved and respected Zhao Wan'er. He gently pulled his finger out, put it in his mouth, and sucked away the clear love juice on it, saying, "Come on, Wan'er, spread your legs a little, be good." "Ugh... ah... Shaoyang..." Zhao Wan'er trembled, her legs trembling uncontrollably. She held onto the man's shoulders with both hands and barely managed to separate her two high heels by about ten centimeters.

Zhang Shaoyang opened his mouth wide and carefully licked the woman's inner thighs, labia majora, labia minora, urethra, and clitoris, meticulously cleaning her private parts. Each place his tongue glided brought Zhao Wan'er a touch of pleasure. Then, he suddenly stood up, licked away the love juice from the corner of his mouth, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his throbbing, hot penis, which had been painfully confined by his trousers. He then grabbed the woman's plump buttocks with both hands and lifted them sharply, saying, "Come on! Wan'er, now you can." Zhao Wan'er wrapped her right arm around the man's neck, bent her left leg, and wrapped it around his waist, her black... Her patent leather high heels pressed against the man's buttocks. Her left hand reached under her buttocks, grasping his large penis and adjusting the angle. She lowered her body, "Ah...husband...put it in...it's coming, so...so big...so beautiful..." Zhang Shaoyang gripped Zhao Wan'er's nape with his left hand, his mouth opening wide to kiss her cherry lips tightly. His tongue plunged into her mouth, teasing her smooth, tender tongue as it swirled wildly. His right hand pressed against her lower back, pressing their bodies together. He thrust his hips in and out a hundred times, feeling the contractions and expansions of her vaginal walls. Familiar with his wife's body's reactions, he instantly knew Zhao Wan'er had climaxed.

"Ugh...ugh...ugh..." Zhao Wan'er's delicate brows furrowed, her eyes closed in pain. Her body convulsed irregularly, and copious amounts of love fluid gushed from their point of contact. Two glistening tears streamed down her closed eyes, beginning the unique rhythm of her climax and subsequent weeping.

Zhang Shaoyang waited until his wife had regained her composure before withdrawing his large penis from her still-wriggling vagina. He stroked her cheek tenderly for a moment before whispering, "Good wife, turn around, I want to fuck you from behind, okay?" "Mmm!" Zhao Wan'er responded, unsure whether to agree or refuse. As the man gently turned her body, Zhao Wan'er turned around instinctively, placed her hands on her son's tombstone, bent her knees, and bent over, sticking her plump, upturned buttocks high in the air.

Zhang Shaoyang lifted the hem of the woman's trench coat, spread his hands apart his wife's plump, upturned buttocks, exposing her honeypot. He pressed his large penis against the wet crevice, slowly but powerfully rubbing it. This caused Zhao Wan'er's breathing to become increasingly rapid. She gently swayed her plump buttocks, sending signals of her thirst for pleasure, softly moaning, "Mmm...husband, I want it, hurry...hurry up and come in..." "Good wife, husband is coming to fuck you." Zhang Shaoyang, his glans still erect, parted the crevice of her honeypot, and with all his might, thrust his large penis deep into her.

"Mmm..." This wasn't the first time Zhao Wan'er had experienced her husband's large penis, but the immense impact still made her groan. The force of the thrust made her eyes roll back, feeling as if her heart was about to leap out of her throat, her chest tight with suffocation.

Zhang Shaoyang held the woman's slender waist with both hands and began to thrust wildly, pounding into her with overwhelming force from the very beginning.

"Ahhh...husband...husband...so good...so good...waaaah..." Zhao Wan'er cried incoherently, her chest tight with relief. She closed her eyes, savoring the pleasure the man was giving her as he worked tirelessly behind her.

"So good...so good...so good...good husband...you're fucking...fucking Wan'er...so...so pleasurable..." Zhang Shaoyang grinned, saying, "Wan'er, my good wife, there's more! Just enjoy it!" He bent down, pressing against her back, his hands reaching forward to grasp her full breasts, bouncing joyfully within her bodysuit, kneading, playing with, and squeezing them, while his hips continued to thrust wildly.

With each passionate thrust, slippery love juice seeped from their joined bodies. His powerful, thick penis filled Zhao Wan'er's honeypot, the intense pleasure like a current of electricity surging through her brain, making every cell in her body swell and rejoice.

A moment later, Zhao Wan'er, immersed in the throes of intense lust, trembled violently again. Her tear-filled eyes snapped open as she glanced at the portraits of her son and deceased husband on the tombstone, silently murmuring,

"Husband, son, can you see? I'm so happy now..." Half an hour later, a man and a woman descended from Phoenix Mountain. Zhao Wan'er was now fully dressed, but her face still bore a faint blush, for her vagina was still enveloped by the man's hot semen twice. Anyone experienced in sexual matters could tell at a glance that the woman had just undergone a sexual baptism, now radiating an aura of wanton passion... "Ah!"

"Mmm!"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Are you alright?" Zhao Wan'er quickly apologized.

"Oh! It's alright." A soft female voice rang out.

Zhao Wan'er then looked up and glanced at the woman she had bumped into at the corner of the cemetery entrance because of her haste. A black veiled hat obscured the woman's face, making her age impossible to discern. She wore a black, fitted long dress and held a bouquet of white flowers, giving her an elegant air. She appeared to be there to pay respects to her loved ones for Qingming Festival.

"Wan'er, why are you in such a hurry! Miss, are you alright?" Zhang Shaoyang quickly stepped forward to help Zhao Wan'er and asked the elegant woman in a low voice.

The elegant woman replied softly, "Yes, I'm fine."

"I'm so sorry. If there's nothing else, we'll be going now," Zhao Wan'er said to the elegant woman first, then whispered to Zhang Shaoyang, "Honey, let's hurry home!" The elegant woman watched their departing figures thoughtfully, vaguely hearing the conversation between Zhang Shaoyang and Zhao Wan'er.

"Wife, what's wrong? Why are you in such a hurry?"

"Ouch! It's about to spill."

...
[The End]

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