Country Weapon Chapter 23-25

Note: No one is blood related.

Long Gen took a sip of liquor, pushed the food aside, and yanked Wu Guihua over. He spanked her pale, plump ass with loud slaps, drawing moans from her—first of pain, then pleasure. Her body inexplicably heated up, and she tugged open her collar, revealing a sliver of pale skin and two towering peaks.

Hiss!

He roughly tore off Wu Guihua’s floral pants, exposing her two plump, pale ass checks, marked with clear, palm-sized red handprints, tender and juicy. Below her dark crack, a small spring gushed, trickling into her fuzzy bush, streaked with white.

Whipping out his rock-hard cock, he smacked her ass with it, grinning wickedly.

“Little Long, quick, quick, Auntie can’t take it. Hurry and stick it in… ahh…”

Before she finished, her tight hole stretched wide, his rod bypassing the entrance, slamming straight to the core, deep into her flower’s heart. Her soul and nerves quaked! Pain mixed with bliss, her very spirit dancing in ecstasy.

Slap slap slap

His hairy thighs pounded her ass, the towering pillar thrusting in and out, the dark, massive rod grinding against her slightly swollen lips, flecked with white spots. It practically split her cheeks in two.

“Ah… ah… hiss…”

Wu Guihua cheered wildly, twisting her hips to meet Long Gen’s thrusts. Her slender waist swayed, her big, perky ass jutting rhythmically, like a dance, sending waves of pale flesh rippling. Her thighs pushed hard, the flesh on her mound surging forward.

Propped on the table, her apron barely held two big boobs, swinging back and forth, side to side, clashing together, a sight to behold.

Bang bang bang

The raging cock reared up, and Long Gen suddenly sped up. Wu Guihua hit her peak, screaming “Aaahhh” in frenzied moans, her neck flushed red, the red nipples on her boobs hardening.

“Ah, don’t… stop… faster, harder… fuck me… aaahhh!” Like a drugged-up dancer, Wu Guihua’s whole body writhed. A spurt of white liquid shot from her slit, splashing Long Gen’s belly.

Moments later, Wu Guihua’s breathing calmed, her flushed face gazing lovingly at that big rod. What’s a woman’s life for? Youth is fleeting—just to savor the thrill of being a woman, right?

Long Gen thrust out his belly, his cock, still coated in white fluid, nodding at Wu Guihua, as hard as ever.

Slurp

Her cherry lips parted, thin red lips wrapping around the cock’s head, like she’d snuck a fruit candy, cheeks bulging.

Hiss

Tossing a piece of meat in his mouth, Long Gen’s thigh twitched. Her nimble tongue swirled around the head, sucking hard, sparking a urge to pee. A light lick, and his rod felt enveloped in a tight, thrilling paradise!

Smack smack 

Wu Guihua cradled the dark, hairy shaft, sucking reverently, her tongue twirling, licking, and sucking, growing more skilled.

Gulp

She shoved the rod deep into her throat, the massive shaft nearly bursting it, gurgling loudly. She whipped her head, twisting around the cock’s head like braiding rope.

“Ah… hiss,” Long Gen sipped his liquor, his body jolting.

The sensation was heavenly. The tingling from his cock shot to his brain, nearly lifting him off the ground.

Pop pop pop 

Wu Guihua sucked fiercely, glancing at Long Gen. Seeing only a pleased look, no sign of finishing, she was stunned.

They’d gone at it for over half an hour, and she’d been working her mouth forever with no result. What the hell? This beast was unreal!

After more effort, her mouth was exhausted, but Long Gen still held out. Wu Guihua panicked—this couldn’t go on, she had to eat, and that bastard Chen Ergou might come back.

Below the giant rod, a fist-sized, hairy sack swayed. She grabbed it, cool to the touch, the two big eggs jiggling.

“Ah…” Long Gen dropped his chopsticks, his body jerking.

Wu Guihua took the sack in her mouth, warm and tingly, nearly sending him soaring. The heat and numbness ignited a fire in his gut, blazing through him.

Smack smack 

Wu Guihua opened wide, even taking in the hairs, using every trick in the book, syncing with the rod’s rhythm.

Long Gen couldn’t stay calm. He’d seen this in porn at school, but never imagined a country girl could be so bold and skilled. Experiencing it now, he’d die happy.

In the heat of it, Long Gen grabbed Wu Guihua’s head, shoving his rod into her mouth, tugging her hair as he thrust. It grazed her lips, teeth, and tongue, hitting her throat, tightly wrapped around him, in and out.

Pop pop pop

“Ah… it’s coming…” Long Gen shouted, his gut churning, feeling a stream slowly spill out.

“Mmph mmph!” Wu Guihua’s eyes widened. The cock twitched—the telltale sign of release. In her mouth? No way, she hadn’t eaten yet!

Long Gen didn’t want to stop, but Wu Guihua was strong, yanking his rod out, gasping, “Not in my mouth! I gotta eat! No shooting!”

“Then where? Take off your pants, let’s make a kid…” Long Gen gripped his rod, asking.

Wu Guihua waved him off—she didn’t want to get pregnant. She’d just tasted the big guy; a kid now would ruin the fun.

“Here, shoot in the bowl!”

Quick on her feet, Wu Guihua grabbed Chen Ergou’s rice bowl and held it under the rod.

Long Gen let go, the head jerking wildly, soon spurting globs of white essence into the bowl.

“Wife, I’m back! Dad said you can have those village buildings. Man, I’m starving…” Chen Ergou’s voice came from outside.

Long Gen hurriedly pulled up his pants, sitting there like a goof, chopsticks in hand, taking forever to pick up a piece of meat.

“Brother Ergou, eat, eat…” Under the table, he pinched Wu Guihua’s ass, fingering her slit again.

Chen Ergou nodded, grabbed his chopsticks, and shoved some food in his mouth. He picked up the bowl of white liquid and gulped it down.

“Ah…” Smacking his lips, Chen Ergou frowned, “Wife, where’d this rice soup come from? Get me some more, I’m burning up…”

Long Gen was dying inside. Damn dog, drinking that stuff? Tomorrow I’ll make him chug a gallon…

A gentle evening breeze swept away the day’s stifling heat, bringing a touch of coolness. At the village entrance, a white screen was set up again. As dusk fell, the crackling sound of a worn-out speaker blared.

The open-air movie ran for three days, and tonight was the second. Nearly nine out of ten villagers flocked to join the fun. First, the countryside had few TVs, and folks hadn’t seen much of the outside world. Second, long nights dragged on with nothing to do—besides fucking their wives on the kang, what else was there?

Three hundred sixty-five days a year, minus a few dozen for menstruation, left over three hundred nights of fucking. After a while, even that got old. Didn’t the song say “wildflowers smell sweeter”? So, as night fell, half the village showed up. Why not? Watching the screen, they realized the movie women were far prettier than the wives they banged daily—such smooth, tender skin, they’d hesitate to whip out their dicks.

But there were exceptions, like Shen Lijuan and her sister minding the shop. Business was slow, but they had to stay. The sisters watched TV, munching sunflower seeds, gossiping about Long Gen’s crotch monster. How was it that big?

Thick and long like a rolling pin for dough, Shen Lijuan and her sister shuddered thinking about it. How had that beast fit in such a tiny hole without killing them?

“Sis, it’s fine. Little Long fucked us, so what? He’s family—keep the good stuff in the family, right? Plus, I heard old folks say the bigger the dick, the stronger the guy’s life force. The kids come out chubby and healthy, no illnesses,” Shen Lihong said, accepting it over the past few days. Not only did she enjoy the thrill of womanhood, but she could also borrow his seed for a kid—why not?

Thinking of Long Gen’s hairy crotch beast, then her own husband, Shen Lihong realized two years of marriage had been like scratching an itch. Past an inch, her hole was practically untouched…

“Ugh, why’re my ears burning? Someone talking shit about me?” On the riverbank, a shadowy figure emerged—Long Gen.

Wearing loose shorts and a white tank top, Long Gen headed upstream, muttering under his breath.

“What’s up with Xiaofang, asking me to meet at the jujube grove? She can’t really expect me to take responsibility, can she? Groping tits doesn’t get you pregnant. Hmm, I’ll check it out. If I get a chance, I’ll bang her. If someone proposes and takes her away, I’m fucked. This dish is mine, and no bastard’s touching it!”

Decision made, Long Gen spotted Xiaofang sitting by the jujube grove. The night breeze tousled her hair, a faint fragrance wafting over. In the moonlight, her pretty face glowed even more, with a slim waist and yurt-like mounds…

“X-Xiaofang, you’re here…” Long Gen didn’t dare play dumb—not after groping her. But speaking up, he felt a twinge of guilt.

Rural folks valued reputation, especially for unmarried girls. A virgin getting felt up, even down below, would leave a knot in her heart, right?

“Little Long, is your head working right now? Village folks say your… pissing thing… is that fake too?” Xiaofang lowered her head, her face surely red.

Long Gen scratched his head, puffed out his belly, his crotch bulging slightly. Just as he opened his mouth—

Suddenly, a crackle came from the jujube grove. Listening closely, low moans and gasps reached his ears. Long Gen got it instantly—someone was eating wild game, having a field romp.

Damn, what a spot! fuck once, grab a couple of jujubes to munch—fills your belly, boosts your stamina. Perfect.

“I…” Xiaofang’s face burned, ready to bolt, but Long Gen clamped a hand over her mouth.

He knew she wouldn’t struggle. One, someone was banging in the grove—easy to get caught. Two, with his strength, even two Xiaofangs couldn’t stop him if he forced it.

“Shh, let’s listen and learn some tricks. Come on,” Long Gen whispered, pulling Xiaofang along, quietly slipping through the grove’s fence, tiptoeing in.

Xiaofang’s face was scarlet, head down, letting Long Gen lead. His strong grip felt oddly safe.

“Mmm, hmph, ah!” Slap slap slap!

In the grove’s center, under cool moonlight, two pale bodies clung tightly, the woman in a Guanyin-sitting-on-lotus pose, neck arched, wildly grinding her massive cheeks. She slammed up and down on his thighs, then shook her hips like a motor, while the man kneaded her pale cotton balls, howling “Ohh, ahh!” Clearly, he was in heaven.

Long Gen watched, entranced. In the moonlight, the woman’s naked curves were stunning—big tits, perky ass, fair skin, long black hair whipping with her trembling body, scattering in the breeze.

Gulp 

Long Gen swallowed hard, pressing down his crotch. That thing couldn’t handle women, especially hot ones, and watching a live show without action was torture.

“Little Long…” As the couple’s ecstatic moans grew wilder, Xiaofang blushed, her palms sweaty, tugging Long Gen to leave.

But Long Gen’s eyes were glued, ignoring her.

The couple hit a stormy sprint, her little cheeks slamming his thighs, his balls crying out.

“Ah… whew…”

The storm passed. The woman collapsed on the man, panting heavily, round one done. He pinched her perky ass.

After three or five minutes, she sat up, stroking his dark crotch thing, grumbling, “Why’s it soft again? Didn’t you eat two bull dicks for dinner? One round, twenty minutes, and you’re done?”

“Ahem, I’m getting old, haven’t moved like this in a while. Gimme a break,” The man coughed, embarrassed.

Long Gen frowned. The woman’s voice was unfamiliar, but the man’s sounded so familiar—yet he couldn’t place it.

“I’ll pick you some jujubes, then we’ll go again. Deal?” The woman said.

“Fine, one more round,” The man replied, sounding like he was facing death.

Long Gen saw his chance, quietly pulling Xiaofang out of the grove. Staying longer risked getting caught. He didn’t care, but what about Xiaofang?

With someone fucking in the jujube grove, lingering wasn’t an option. Long Gen and Xiaofang followed the riverbank upstream to a wooded area where villagers often grazed cattle. Both knew the spot like the back of their hands.

“Little Long, be honest—has your illness completely healed?” Xiaofang asked directly, sitting on a bed of dry grass under a big tree.

“No way, it’s hit or miss, not fully cured,” Long Gen dodged, noting Xiaofang’s cool tone.

If he said he wasn’t healed, how could his crotch get hard? If he said he was cured, Xiaofang would get mad—wouldn’t that mean he’d deliberately taken advantage of her?

“My condition’s tough to fix, it comes and goes. Last year, an old monk passing through the village said my illness might clear up around a pretty girl,” Long Gen said, his mind racing, spinning bullshit. “Last night, I probably reacted ‘cause of you. Look, tonight, seeing you, I’m not stuttering, and my head’s clear.”

No need for words—just slap a compliment on Xiaofang first. Women, young or old, pretty or not, love flattery. Long Gen learned that trick back in school.

“Well…” Xiaofang trailed off, at a loss.

She’d planned to grill Little Long—if he was fully healed, she’d pick a date, propose, and marry him. But this on-and-off stuff? What now?

Little Long wasn’t bad—tall, burly, handsome with a rugged charm, and a silly grin. He was good to her, always slipping her candy at the store. Marrying a guy like that wouldn’t be a loss.

“Xiaofang, did you recognize those two in the jujube grove?” Long Gen scooted closer, sniffing the fresh soap scent on her, crisp and clean.

Xiaofang’s face heated up, shaking her head. “No idea.”

Earlier, crouching nearby, she’d avoided looking, but those soul-melting moans drilled into her ears, impossible to ignore. Her body had flared with heat, her sensitive spots itching, a warm, urgent feeling welling up below, like needing to pee but unable to.

“Xiaofang, you went to high school, studied biology, right?” Long Gen asked, a sly grin flickering.

Last night, he’d groped her, and today she seemed off—definitely not the time to force it. Xiaofang wasn’t like Chen Xianglian, pants off and ready. She was a delicate chrysanthemum, not to be ruined.

“Yeah, I did,” Xiaofang nodded, distracted, fidgeting with a blade of dogtail grass.

“What they were doing, I can do too. We could…” Long Gen wrapped an arm around her shoulders, smirking, thrusting his crotch to show a bulge. “Look, ain’t my thing big?”

“Little Long, you…” Xiaofang’s face flushed, glaring, trying to pull away.

“Hey, just talking!” Long Gen held her tight, continuing, “Xiaofang, you’re educated. That stuff’s just life’s continuation, a necessary part of reproduction. What’s to blush about?”

“We gotta look at it scientifically, not let our minds wander, got it?” Long Gen put on a serious face, sounding convincing, stunning Xiaofang.

“So, that stuff between men and women isn’t just for fun, and it ain’t dirty or shameful. It’s for keeping life going. Who doesn’t want to leave a seed?”

Xiaofang stayed quiet, head down, mulling his words, oblivious to Long Gen’s hand sliding from her shoulder to her waist.

Seeing no pushback, Long Gen’s heart leaped, and he pressed on.

“Xiaofang, be honest—watching those two in the grove, didn’t you feel all hot and weak, like you’d collapse, your little mounds aching and swollen?”

“Little Long, stop…” Xiaofang whined, blushing. How could he ask that? But… It was kind of like that.

“Why’re you dodging?” Long Gen frowned, feigning anger. “I said it's a scientific inquiry.”

“Not just that—down where you pee, it got wet, hot, like you needed to piss, itching like crazy in that fuzzy patch. Be honest!”

“I…” Xiaofang’s voice dropped, nodding. “A little…”

Long Gen grinned triumphantly, pulling her slim waist, squeezing the soft flesh, feeling her smooth skin through the fabric.

“That’s right. Xiaofang, listen, that stuff feels amazing. Books say the first time hurts like hell, like lightning splitting you open, but that’s not true. A woman’s first night is ‘pain and pleasure.’ Pain’s nothing—once it gets wet down there, it’s like entering paradise. Wanna try?”

“No!” Xiaofang answered firmly, but her body betrayed her, heating up.

“Come on.” Long Gen pulled her close, his right hand slithering like an eel to her two boobs. Not huge, maybe C-cups, but firm and elastic. A light pinch drew a muffled moan.

“Little Long, don’t… this is wrong…” Xiaofang went limp, leaning into Long Gen’s arms, panting against his neck, her orchid breath stroking his raging hormones.

Long Gen kneaded her firm boobs, smirking, “Come on, just a little groping—can’t get you pregnant.”

As he spoke, his other hand slid to her abdomen, below her flat belly, where curly hairs peeked from her panties. Prying open her clenched thighs, he pinched a lip, slick with sticky fluid.

“Xiaofang, let me fuck you, okay? I’ll send you to heaven, trust me—no pain, really,” Long Gen teased her lips, rubbing the central groove, careful not to break her virginity with his finger. He breathed hotly on her tender neck.

Xiaofang had no strength to resist, her hands half-pushing, half-clinging to his arm, eyes shut, whispering, “Little Long, don’t… let go.”

“Xiaofang, no way I’m letting go,” Long Gen said, stifling a laugh, deadpan. “Here, I’ll take off your bra.” Ignoring her reaction, he gently removed it, unbuttoning her shirt. Two pale boobs popped out, their little nipples tempting in the moonlight.

“Xiaofang, can I taste these tits? They look full of milk…” Long Gen pinched one, then slurped, kissed a point.

“Ah…” A dreamy moan escaped. Xiaofang clamped her lips, her body trembling. The tingly pleasure dulled the ache in her chest.

Could Little Long be right? Could a man’s thing really make her happy?