Country Chapter 26-30

The moonlight was cool, a silvery glow spilling from the horizon, draping the village in a thin veil. A gentle breeze rustled the woods, leaves falling silently onto two pale bodies.

Under the tree’s roots, waves of ecstasy and soul-melting moans mingled with the smack smack of eating sounds, growing clearer, sinking into a trance-like state.

Long Gen laid Xiaofang’s body bare, her clothes cushioning beneath, admiring her flawless, tempting form. His hands climbed her two peaks without hesitation. Her small boobs weren’t large but fit her frame perfectly—firm yet elastic. Two tender cherry buds quivered under his touch, glistening with white saliva, so delicate they seemed ready to drip water. A slight squeeze, and her body trembled, her skin heating up.

It burned Xiaofang’s soul!

“Gorgeous…” Long Gen praised, swallowing hard, his crotch thrusting, nearly tearing his shorts.

His hand traced her delicate curves, passing her peaks, gliding over her flat abdomen, pinching her soft waist, then diving into the fuzzy jungle below.

“Mmm,” Xiaofang twisted, clamping her thighs to dodge his claws, gasping, “Little Long, no… don’t touch there…”

Long Gen paused, pulling back. Xiaofang was a virgin, and he genuinely liked her—obedient, kind. He couldn’t bear to force her.

But no way was he missing this chance.

He slid his hand from her fuzzy thigh gap, down her round legs, smooth as jade, white as snow. Her calves were slender, flawless, her feet tender like scallions.

He kneaded her firm boobs, the bell-shaped boobs with their peaked points springing back under pressure.

“Xiaofang, I… I’m gonna suck ‘em…” To spread her legs, he’d start at the top.

Slurp—

Long Gen latched onto her buds.

The dripping cherry pearls danced under his tongue, a light lick, a swirl, a wet smack, her saliva sweet.

“Mmm… ah…”

A moan rose from her throat’s depths, Xiaofang arching her chest, her legs parting slightly. Just as Little Long said, her thin lips tingle, itching to be touched. Reaching down, she met sticky, slick warmth.

“Ah…”

Her chest stung sharply, then sank into a dreamy haze she didn’t want to wake from. Three inches below her abdomen, a strange heat flared, scorching her limbs—not painful, but blissfully intense!

“Ah… mmm, Little Long, hold me… hold me tight…” Before finishing, Xiaofang hooked her arms around his neck, pressing his head to her chest.

Long Gen’s heart leaped—this was the prelude to breaking her lower gate! He sped up, sucking her cherries with “milk-drinking” fervor…

“Mmm, yes… good…”

Xiaofang moaned and babbled, her body’s heat and pleasure lifting her to paradise, tingling, sapping her strength, melting her.

“Mmm… ugh…”

Long Gen’s gaping mouth sealed her cherry lips, her teeth clenched until a sudden grope below made her gasp. A thick tongue plunged into her throat, stirring a tidal wave.

Boom—her mind blanked, overwhelmed, left only to savor it. Her soul soared to heaven, pushed to peaks, an unprecedented bliss…

Long Gen unleashed his tongue skills, entwining her small tongue, licking, sucking, sweet nectar flooding his mouth, sliding to his gut, igniting a fire that burned them both!

Smack smack—

After a long while, feeling his crotch grow harder, Long Gen released her mouth, nibbling her earlobe, whispering, “Xiaofang, let me fuck you, okay? I’m crazy for you…” He blew hot breath, smack.

“Mmm… ah…”

Her body twisted, a muffled moan escaping—whether consent or not, Long Gen didn’t care. She was into it, legs spread, thighs wrapped around his waist, her fuzzy slit gushing white, sticky fluid, warm and slick to the touch.

This juice was the real deal!

Slap!

His shorts dropped, and his dark cock sprang free, jaws gaping like it’d devour someone…

Long Gen propped Xiaofang’s back with one hand, guiding his cock with the other, easing it against her dripping slit, parting her thin lips. In the moonlight, he saw her red interior.

The black cock’s head rubbed her gushing slit, and at first contact, Xiaofang shuddered, as if her soul took a hit, briefly breathless. Her boobs quivered.

“Hiss, so much water…” Long Gen marveled. The slit’s flow coated his cock’s head, dripping to its tail, matting his curly hairs.

“Xiaofang, I… I’m going in…”

No sooner said, his rod couldn’t hold back. With a thrust, he aimed for her slit and slid in effortlessly…

“Ah…!!!”

A piercing scream, heart-wrenching pain, her nails digging into Long Gen’s back. Xiaofang’s eyes flew open, pupils dilating in terror, her lower parts feeling like a knife had slashed them open, a thunderbolt striking her soul!

“Ah…”

Her scream spooked Long Gen. That reaction was intense! It was tight down there, sure, but with enough love juice, it went in smoothly. Why was she acting like this?

“It hurts, hurts…” Tears rolled down her cheeks. Long Gen softened.

The women he usually banged were experienced; Xiaofang was a virgin. Damn, he’d misjudged.

With a shlick, Long Gen pulled out his rod.

“Hiss,” Xiaofang gasped, feeling relief, though a hollow emptiness lingered. The pain eased.

“Whoa, that much blood?”

Long Gen jumped, looking down to see his rod’s head coated in red liquid. Her slit no longer oozed white but bright red blood—virgin blood.

In the village, they said if you made a woman bleed, you had to care for her for life…

Suppressing the aching bulge in his crotch, Long Gen carefully put Xiaofang’s bra back on, pulled up her shorts, and used his tank top to wipe the blood splattered everywhere below.

“Ouch, it hurts…” Xiaofang winced, her delicate brows furrowing. Standing, her legs splayed outward, the spot below burning like a massive club had forcibly split them apart, agonizingly uncomfortable.

“Here, I’ll carry you.” Heart aching for Xiaofang, Long Gen bent down, hoisting her onto his back. His hands gripped her plump cheeks, giving a light squeeze—still beautifully elastic. A finger grazed her crack, and Xiaofang’s body twisted.

“Little Long, stop… don’t mess around, it hurts like hell down there…” Xiaofang’s body warmed, recalling the earlier bliss, like floating in paradise, only to be ruined by searing pain. She felt a twinge of anger.

Stupid Long Gen said it’d feel good—why’d it hurt? It was excruciating, so damn frustrating!

“Heh heh,” Long Gen chuckled wickedly, kneading her full, perky cheeks. On his back, her legs spread, her little ass widening. Her tiny hole was his to touch as he pleased.

“Xiaofang, the first time hurts a bit, but next time it’ll be fine. Rest a couple days, and we’ll fuck again…”

“Pfft!” Xiaofang spat lightly, nestled on Long Gen’s sturdy shoulders, savoring the earlier dreamy ecstasy. Her face flushed, burying into his broad, warm back, sleepiness creeping in.

Uncle Sanshui and his wife were at the village entrance watching the movie—rural folks, with little access to TV, loved this stuff. Even with TVs, it was just two channels, boring as hell. Movies were different: those foreign chicks, tall, with huge tits bouncing, blue eyes like natural seductresses. So thrilling!

“Xiaofang, rest early, wipe down there with warm water. I’m heading back. Don’t let Uncle Sanshui see.” Long Gen set Xiaofang on her bed, pressing his crotch, and left.

After half the night in the woods, thrusting once and pulling out, he couldn’t go back in. It left Long Gen itching all over, brimming with energy but nowhere to release it. Xiaofang was in pain, but his throbbing rod was a pressing issue, desperately needing a fix.

The village movie was nearly over; soon, folks would head home. Huang Cuihua was a no-go, and Wu Guihua’s place was out too. He had two sweet girls at home, but their frail bodies couldn’t handle half an hour—his crotch beast wouldn’t get its release.

“Right, Chen Xianglian! That woman’s older, been shoving cucumbers and eggplants up there for years—her hole’s deep, can take a pounding.” With a plan, Long Gen crossed the riverbank, heading to Chen Xianglian’s under the big moon.

Chen Xianglian, widowed years ago, raised her daughter single-handedly, no small feat. But the widow label wasn’t kind, and she was shunned. Most capable villagers had moved away, leaving her in the remote north end, nearly deserted.

“She’s still up?” On the road to Chen Xianglian’s house, Long Gen saw a yellow lamp glowing, startling him. Damn, someone else after her already? After tasting my big banana, she’d settle for someone’s toothpick?

Gotta check it out!

As night fell, after tidying up, Chen Xianglian climbed into bed early. She’d wanted to see the movie, but her house was too far from the village center, and the area was too isolated—leaving risked trouble. So she stayed, but once in bed, sleep wouldn’t come.

Last night, that massive cock pounded her for over an hour, leaving her drained. She didn’t get up till sunrise. That feeling—stuffing her full, no gaps, each thrust pulling out white fluid.

Slurp slurp

It sent her to heaven!

Thinking of it, her lower parts gushed. Only last night did Chen Xianglian realize how unfulfilled she’d been. Decades alive, she’d tasted a woman’s bliss just once. Those dog-men before? Their things weren’t even dicks—worse than cucumbers.

Sigh, why hasn’t Little Long come? Didn’t he say he’d fuck me daily? Chen Xianglian frowned, her mood dimming. Does he think I’m too old?

She slid off the bed, throwing on a tank top, wearing only panties below. Her two big boobs sagged from her chest, cherries shriveled, dark, and stiff—no beauty left.

Smoothing her hair, she studied her face in the mirror. Crow’s feet crept up her forehead, and she sighed.

“Old, so old.” Standing, her wide hips swayed, cheeks jiggling. She peered out the window, saw no one, and crawled back into bed, pulling the blanket over.

Trying to sleep, her mind replayed that big rod, black and thrusting, so damn good. Cursing herself for shamelessness, she couldn’t quell her lust, grabbing a cucumber from the windowsill and shoving it in.

“Ah, mmm…”

Her body trembled. The cucumber, unpeeled and prickly, stung slightly, but compared to that tight, full sensation, the pain felt like pleasure.

Shlick shlick—after a few thrusts, Chen Xianglian couldn’t take it, collapsing, soaking the kang.

“Oh, Little Long, where are you? Come save your auntie, I’m dying here…” Chen Xianglian grimaced, her hands weak, her hole gripping the cucumber. Pulling it out or pushing deeper took too much effort, her body burning like fire.

Creak!

The door swung open, a burly figure stepping in. Chen Xianglian’s eyes didn’t hit the face but locked on the crotch.

The man’s crotch bulge, loose shorts stretched tight, like a club was stuffed inside.

“Little Long… you’re here… quick, pound your auntie, down there… ah…” With newfound strength, Chen Xianglian yanked out the cucumber. “Itching… itching to death… quick, fuck me… ah…”

Long Gen dropped his shorts, his big rod leading the way to the kang. He ripped off her blanket and tank top, spread her legs, and saw her gushing.

Slap slap slap

He jammed his finger in, stirring more flow.

“Aaahhh…” Chen Xianglian’s boobs quivered, her wails dripping with lust.

Pulling out, Long Gen flicked the droplets off his finger, grinning, “How’d you get this slutty? Alright, let’s fuck…”

The dark, massive cock below was loaded with gunpowder, arrow on the string, ready to fire.

Long Gen gripped her pale, plump cheeks, pulling them apart. “Roar!” A deep grunt rumbled from his throat as he guided his cock into her ass, the edges grinding with a zzz zzz sound.

Slap slap slap

He sped up, thrusting deeper, nearly hitting Chen Xianglian’s stomach. She woke from the pain, mouth gaping, speechless, her pale body quaking like she’d had a stroke.

Bang bang bang

His hairy thighs slammed her big ass, and Chen Xianglian slowly adjusted to the cock piercing her insides, the tight fullness flooding her body. She softened, heating up.

Shlick shlick

Another round of thrusts, the cock wrapped snugly, grinding against his cock. When the wetness dried, he dipped into her lower slit, sliding in a finger for a double assault, sending Chen Xianglian to ecstatic heights.

“Ah… feels so damn good…” After about half an hour, Long Gen spread her cheeks, slowly pulling out the cock, its head dripping white liquid.

Smack

He patted her fat ass, her hole red from the pounding. Long Gen smirked evilly, muttering, “Don’t care if you’re a widow with plenty of men—my cock’ll wreck you. Damn, bet you’re so fucked you won’t walk for days…”

Chen Xianglian lay naked on the bed, legs splayed, her fuzzy twin holes oozing white fluid, panting heavily, slipping into a dream.

…

Knock knock knock—a racket jolted Long Gen awake.

Cursing under his breath, he pulled on his shorts and stepped out, finding Aunt Shen Lijuan red-faced, arguing heatedly with someone, Shen Lihong beside her, fuming.

“What’s wrong? Can’t Long Fool lift stones?” Chen Tianming, pot-bellied, leered at the Shen sisters, his shifty eyes roaming.

Their chests bulged like stuffed hams, bouncing with their agitation. Below their slim waists, full, perky hips curved roundly, tempting him to bite those big cheeks.

Chen Tianming suppressed his crotch’s stirring. To fuck these women, he’d have to crush Long Fool first! The fool’s useless dick was one thing, but hogging the village’s hottest widows without fucking them? Impotent or not, he shouldn’t block the latrine! Days ago, Chen Tianming tried to cop a feel, only to get thrashed by the idiot, leaving him bruised. Now, healed, he’d hatched a nasty plan to mess with Long Gen.

“Shen Lijuan, look at this road—rotten to hell! The Party says, to get rich, build roads first. Roadwork’s for the whole village’s good. Long Fool’s in his twenties—can’t lift stones? It’s not like he’s weak!” Chen Tianming waved grandly. “It’s settled—get him out to lift stones. Every household sends someone. No exceptions, or your store’s done!”

Shen Lijuan trembled with rage, teeth gritted. This bastard was too much! Just because Long Gen punched him a couple times? Making Long Gen lift stones was a death sentence!

She’d never lifted stones but knew the danger. Two people carry one stone, needing to rise together, sharing the load. If one jerks up, eighty percent of the weight slams the other. Long Gen could fuck like a beast with a massive cock, but lift stones? He came from the big city, never did rough work, brain half-fried—how could he manage? Chen Tianming would kill him!

“Close the store then, big deal!” Shen Lijuan bit out, defiant, glaring at Chen Tianming.

“You!” Chen Tianming froze. He’d banked on the store being her pride—small, but worth fifty or sixty grand. She’d just shut it down? Now what?

“A-Aunt,” A goofy voice piped up.

Long Gen lifted the curtain, his tall, burly frame stepping out, solid arms swinging, legs apart, looking tough but dim, drool trailing from his mouth.

“Aunt, n-no, the store… we gotta keep it open, or… or what’ll we eat?” Long Gen shook his head, silly yet earnest. “The village secretary’s right. T-to get rich, b-build roads first… I-I’ll go, lift stones… Little Long’s got strength…”

He barely finished, drool oozing again.

“See? Long Gen’s brain’s off, but he’s got sense, manners!” Chen Tianming jumped in, grinning. “Lijuan, don’t worry. I know he’s soft—I’ll give him light work. Every household’s pitching in; if your store doesn’t, I, as secretary, can’t explain it.”

Shen Lijuan’s brows knit, glancing at Long Gen, then Chen Tianming, suspicion swirling.

No way she’d let Long Gen lift those damn stones. Everyone knew Chen Tianming was a vengeful snake. After that beating days ago, it was clear he was picking a fight. Why was Long 

Gen volunteering?

“A-Aunt, d-don’t worry, Little Long’s strong,” Long Gen grinned goofily.

That silly smile eased Shen Lijuan’s mind. Wasn’t that how he took advantage of me? Her face flushed to her ears, thinking, Anyone calling Long Gen dumb is the real fucking idiot!

“Fine, Little Long, go. Be careful…” Shen Lijuan relented.

Long Gen grinned, saying he’d change and be right out.

Chen Tianming’s lips curled into a nasty smirk, muttering, “Idiot’s an idiot—I’ll crush you! Lift stones? I’ll bury you with ‘em!”

But Chen Tianming didn’t know Long Gen wasn’t just sharp—he was cunning. He’d fucked nearly every woman in his family, short of digging up his ancestral graves to fuck! Everywhere Chen Tianming went, he felt a green glow on his forehead…

“To get rich, build roads first” wasn’t a bad saying—hell, it made sense, and Long Gen agreed.

Back before coming to the countryside, he’d studied in the big city. Any place wanting fast growth had to tackle transportation first! Only quick, safe transit could boost the economy. Rural road work might not make them rich, but it’d sure help the villagers.

‘Chen Tianming, you wanna fuck me over? Heh, I’ve already fucked your wife and daughter-in-law!’ Long Gen smirked, winking at the Shen sisters, then followed Chen Tianming.

Roadwork was a big deal in the village. With hundreds of households, nearly every family sent a laborer—man, woman, old, or young—to dig dirt or clear grass. Actual stone-lifting was rare, handled by the young and strong. Why would a “fool” like Long Gen get roped in?

Sharp eyes saw it: Chen Tianming was out for revenge. But no one dared speak up—who’d cross the village secretary?

Long Gen played along, drool dangling, grinning like an idiot at everyone. A few steps in, he spotted two old flames—Chen Xianglian and Wu Guihua. By chance, both were Chen Tianming’s kin.

Seeing Long Gen join the roadwork, Wu Guihua froze, then greeted Chen Tianming, hoe on her shoulder.

“Dad, why’s Long Fool fixing roads?”

Chen Tianming tucked his hands behind his back, belly out, chin up at a forty-five-degree angle, sternly saying, “What? A fool can’t work roads?”

“Ever heard ‘simple mind, strong limbs’? Look at Long Fool—built like an ox, eating and lounging all day, doing jack shit. That won’t fly! Our village doesn’t feed loafers!”

“Hmph!” Wu Guihua snorted, hefting her hoe to dig, but her mind churned.

Days ago, her dad got thrashed by Long Gen, the village buzzing about it. With his petty, vengeful streak, he wouldn’t rest till Long Gen was ruined! Her hole had just been plugged by Long Gen—if he died, what’d she do? Gotta find a way to help him!

Chen Xianglian had the same thought. Eight years a widow, she’d finally found a big cock to fill her hole, stopping the leaks. Now her brother wanted to kill Long Gen—she wasn’t having it.

But she couldn’t just tell her brother, “Long Gen’s dick is huge, fucked me good, you can’t mess with him.”

“Brother Tianming, I need help moving stones! Send Long Gen over—I’m beat!” Chen Xianglian blurted, wiping sweat, urging him.

Chen Tianming grunted, annoyed. Why were his sisters against him?

Long Gen knew Chen Xianglian’s intent, jogging over with a goofy grin, tossing small stones onto the road, eyes glued to her braless chest.

In the heat, Chen Xianglian skipped a bra. Swinging her hoe, sweat soaked her tank top, outlining her big boobs; bending over, her wide hips jutted, her crack etched into her pants, thighs slightly spread.

“Little Long, you wrecked your auntie’s ass—morning shits were a struggle. Finally squeezed one out, bloody. Mmm, but it felt good,” Chen Xianglian whispered when Long Gen neared, with no one around. “Give me a couple days to rest, then you can fuck me again. Last night hurt too much…”

“Heh heh,” Long Gen snickered, reverting to his idiot act, pinching her cheeks, muttering, “Get Chen Tianming over here. That dog’s out to fuck me—I’m gonna ruin him.”

“That… ain’t right, he’s my brother…” Chen Xianglian hesitated.

Fucking over her brother was one thing, but helping her lover cripple him? That was tough.

“Bullshit ‘not right’! You in or out? If not, I’m done fucking you—let cucumbers fuck you daily!” Long Gen hissed. How’s this chick not getting it? I fucked her, I’m her man—why’s she siding with him?

“I…” Chen Xianglian frowned, torn.

“Long Fool, move those stones! What’re you dawdling for, you dog? Wanna starve?” Chen Tianming bellowed, storming over, itching for an excuse. The kid was slacking, whispering with Xianglian—perfect chance to pounce.

Long Gen faked a jump-scare, stammering, “V-Village secretary, I-I’m working! B-But this stone’s too big, I can’t move it alone. C-Can you help?”

Play along, dog—wanna set me up? I’ll turn it on you. Long Gen thought. Think you’re stronger? My crotch beast’s huge, fucked your women, and my arms got plenty of power—you’re done… heh heh!

“Useless punk, all size and no spine, fucking worthless!” Chen Tianming cursed, but inside, he was gleeful.

The fool wanted his help with a stone? Asking for death! He’d fucked half the village women year-round—no strength? No way.

The stone was big, square like a tofu block, at least three hundred pounds—not small. Long Gen couldn’t lift it alone.

“Here, you take that side, I’ll pry with the shovel!” Chen Tianming sized it up, picking a high spot. A little force, and the stone would roll toward Long Gen. Without strength, he’d lose his grip, and it’d crush half his foot!

Long Gen grinned idiotically, agreeing, shirt off, stepping up.

“Hey, one-two-three, up!” They shouted, lifting the stone.

Chen Tianming saw Long Gen brace it with his arms, yanking the shovel out, ready for a laugh. But the stone, like it had eyes, rolled toward him, crashing onto his legs!

“Ow, fuck, my legs!” Chen Tianming wailed, eyes rolling back, fainting from pain.

“Oh, v-village secretary, y-you okay? H-How’d the stone hit you?” Long Gen feigned panic, grabbing Chen Tianming’s sleeve, shaking him, face full of worry, but inside, he was blooming with joy.

That smash? His legs are toast!

“Secretary, you alright?”

“Brother, what happened? Wake up!” Chen Xianglian’s face paled.

“Dad, you…” Wu Guihua joined in.

Soon, a crowd surrounded Chen Tianming, pushing Long Gen out. Wu Guihua quietly pulled him aside.

In July, the rural cornfields stretched out, lush and green, a vibrant sea of beauty. The broad leaves formed a canopy, shielding two pale, naked bodies locked together in the cornfield’s heart.

Over an hour had passed since Chen Tianming’s legs were crushed, and Wu Guihua and Long Gen had already gone two rounds. Their bare bodies clung together, whispering.

“Mmm, don’t… don’t pinch, easy…” Wu Guihua wiggled her slim waist, one tit gripped in Long Gen’s hand. A tweak of her bud drew a muffled moan. The other tit swayed, sending Long Gen’s mind reeling.

“Heh, didn’t you just beg me to pound you harder? Can’t take it now?” Long Gen snickered, pinching again.

Freshly ravished, her skin glowed white with a rosy flush. In the sunlight, her stunning oval face tilted upward, tender enough to drip water. Who said rural women weren’t soft? Not only soft, but damn bold—pants off, ready to fuck!

“Little Long, my dad’s legs—you rigged that, didn’t you?” Wu Guihua asked.

Long Gen scoffed, “What? Blaming me?”

“No, but you know my dad. The Chen clan’s huge—whole family’d come at you with hoes if they knew. What then?” Post-climax, Wu Guihua worried.

She knew her dad’s type. Forget crushing his legs—even a dirty look, and he’d settle the score. Now, with his legs broken, he’d want Long Gen’s life!

“Scared of shit. They come, I’ll take ‘em one by one!” Long Gen shrugged, unfazed. He’d read books, knew some law. Everyone in the village thought he was nuts—perfect cover.

With a beauty in his arms, why not enjoy her?

Wu Guihua’s body was fire: big tits, tiny waist, fat ass. Skin smooth as jade, face drop-dead gorgeous. Thinking of it, his crotch beast hardened.

“Come on, one more round!” Long Gen flipped up, pinning Wu Guihua to the ground, spreading her cheeks, rubbing his dark cock. Soon, a hot stream gushed out.

“No, stop… any more, and I won’t dare pee…” Wu Guihua yelped, her hole stuffed full, the cock hitting her core, soul trembling, body melting.

She moaned and wailed.

Slap slap slap 

Echoing in the cornfield’s center, hands braced on the ground, her big tits swinging back and forth.

Slap slap slap

Long Gen’s hands clamped her waist, watching his dark cock plunge into her hole, in and out, flecked with white. He loved this back-entry style—the slit tighter, easier to drive deep. Each thrust wrapped his cock in unmatched tightness, satisfaction blazing hotter in his gut.

Long Gen’s pace quickened…

Slap slap slap, thump thump thump, bang bang bang

“Aaah… hiss… ohhh…”

In the green field, a symphony of lustful collisions played, paired with wordless “huff-huff” moans and gasps…

Summer’s heat meant drinking more, pissing more. Tian Cuifen was a prime case. Joining the village roadwork, she’d downed a bowl of porridge and scurried over.

Earlier, she’d watched the chaos—Chen Tianming’s legs broken, carted off. The crew resumed work, but after a few digs, her bladder screamed. No good spot around, she darted into the cornfield, dropped her pants, and pissed a noisy stream into the yellow dirt for over half a minute before pulling up.

Tian Cuifen, young and beautiful, was one of the village’s rare stunners. Her father-in-law, the village head, wouldn’t settle for a plain daughter-in-law. Plus, Wei Wenwu’s youngest son, Wei Wu, was a handsome mason, skilled at building houses. With such talent, he kept his wife plump and fair, her pale ass gleaming in the sun, dazzling onlookers.

But blessings came with curses. Life was good, but Tian Cuifen’s lower hole ached with emptiness. Over a year after marriage, she’d been on the kang with her man fewer than ten times. Why? Wei Wu was always away working, leaving her practically a widow.

“Itching to death,” Tian Cuifen frowned, brushing grass off her lips. The spot between itched, and she scratched, “Mmm,” moaning sharply. 

Slap slap

She shoved two fingers in, thrusting hard, her body softening, legs splaying, revealing a crack.

“Damn Wei Wu, marries me and ignores me. If he doesn’t come back, forget cucumbers—I’ll steal a man…” 

Slap slap slap, aaahhh… 

Soul-melting sounds drifted over, faint but magnetic, drawing Tian Cuifen in.

She knew what those noises meant, blushing to her neck, pulling up her shorts and following the sound. Two steps in, her jaw dropped, speechless.

In the cornfield’s center, a patch was flattened, corn leaves cushioning two naked bodies. Wu Guihua, like a whore, knelt with legs spread, hands braced, eyes shut, mouth gaping, shrieking in ecstasy.

Behind, a dark, massive cock, like a club, pounded in and out, slamming her cheeks with thwack thwack sounds.

“It’s Wu Guihua stealing a man… wait, isn’t that Long Fool?” Tian Cuifen realized the man was Long Gen.

She jolted. Though new to the village, she’d heard gossip—Long Gen’s dick didn’t work, a fool, yet pampered by a hot aunt. But… he was fucking a woman?

How? How could this be?

Tian Cuifen couldn’t fathom it. An impotent cock, so hard, so huge? Shit, blacker and thicker than her rolling pin at home. One thrust of that…

“Ah…” Tian Cuifen felt a heat below, touching herself—drenched, sticky on her hand. She crouched, watching.

Imagining herself as Wu Guihua, eyes half-closed, licking dry lips, savoring the moment. Filled, completely filled, that cock must feel so good…

“Mmm…” Tian Cuifen fiercely fingered her pussy, moaning uncontrollably…