Country Chapter 11-15

The sun slanted through the sycamore leaves, casting dappled spots on the ground. Two small dots of light landed right on Xiaofang’s perky ass as it swayed, her round thighs clenching as she strutted into the store, her twin ponytails bouncing.

Long Gen followed with a goofy grin, his crotch stirring. He slapped his dick, muttering, “Quit fucking around, calm down!” But he trailed her inside, eyes glued to her tight ass, lost in thought.

How’s it look even better with pants on? Those two plump cheeks he’d just seen, round as steamed buns, would feel so damn good to grab. Long Gen swallowed hard.

“Well, if it ain’t Xiaofang!” Shen Lijuan’s voice rang out, brimming with cheer.

Shen Lijuan had always been fond of Xiaofang. Despite the age gap, she treated her like a little sister. Xiaofang was a rare gem in the village—educated, polite, sweet-talking, with honest parents. Naturally, she won Shen Lijuan’s heart.

“Yeah, Aunt Lijuan, how’s business lately?” Xiaofang flashed a smile, her dimples sweet as sugar.

“Not bad,” Shen Lijuan chuckled, her massive tits jiggling under her sweat-soaked shirt, nipples poking high. “What are you buying? Aunt’ll grab it for you.”

Xiaofang waved the money in her hand, showing a row of pearly teeth. “What else? Smokes for my dad. Aunt, gimme two packs of that five-yuan Tian Xia Xiu.”

Shen Lijuan took the cash, handed over the cigarettes, and grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds from a nearby bag, passing them to Xiaofang.

“Aunt, what’s this for?” Xiaofang said, embarrassed.

Running a village store wasn’t easy—just a small profit margin. She wasn’t one to mooch.

“What’s the big deal? Eat up!” Shen Lijuan insisted.

“Yeah, eat, Xiaofang, eat!” Long Gen piped up, grinning stupidly, scratching his head, looking as dumb as ever.

Shen Lijuan smirked, brushing back her hair. “Eat, it’s nothing. Aunt ain’t stingy. You’re growing—eat more, what’s the harm?”

“But Xiaofang, you’re getting prettier by the day. Tell Aunt, got a boyfriend at school yet? Bring him around sometime for me to check out…”

“Aunt, what’re you saying?” Xiaofang stomped her foot, blushing. Her perky tits quivered, and a rosy flush spread across her cheeks, fair skin glowing red, absolutely stunning.

Shen Lijuan laughed, but her eyes flicked to Long Gen, drooling at the side, and she started to wonder.

This kid’s staring at her like that—does he have a thing for Xiaofang?

After Xiaofang left, Long Gen slipped back to his room, leaving Shen Lijuan no chance to pry. His mind was still on Xiaofang.

She was different from Shen Lijuan, and Huang Cuihua couldn’t hold a candle to her. Untouched, a virgin—soft and tender as fresh tofu. With those big tits, slim waist, and perky ass, plus that gorgeous face, she was a fucking modern-day Xishi.

Wonder if she’s still in college. If she’s not studying, someone’s bound to propose soon. If I keep playing dumb, I’m screwed. Gotta cook the raw rice into done tonight at the outdoor movie… Plotting, Long Gen drifted into a heavy sleep, snoring loudly.

His loose crotch slowly tented, rising higher and higher, nearly ripping his underwear. Who knows what he’s dreaming about—probably something filthy.

…

“Ugh, it’s hot as hell,” A woman complained at the store counter. Red lips, white teeth, her face looked like it was carved from the same mold as Shen Lijuan.

The difference? Youth. She was maybe three or four years younger, her skin so soft and fair it turned red under the sun. Her plump cheeks were like ripe apples, begging for a bite.

“Here, this ice cream’s fresh from town. Try it, it’s good,” Shen Lijuan said, grabbing one from the freezer and handing it over.

The woman took it, blew on it a couple times, and plopped down, fanning herself with a big fan. Sweat rolled down her cheeks, into her slender neck. It was hot, so she wore little—a white short-sleeved shirt, her pink bra clearly visible, her tits bigger than the steamed buns in town. She undid a button to cool off, exposing a patch of creamy skin.

“Mmm, Sis, this ice cream’s really nice. Tastes great,” She said, licking her lips with a happy grin.

Shen Lijuan smiled, looking at her fondly. “Lihong, how’d you find time to come today? You should’ve said something—I don’t even have any meat in the house.”

It was Shen Lijuan’s younger sister, no wonder they looked so alike, both drop-dead gorgeous.

Shen Lihong glanced around, sneaky like a thief. “Sis, Little Long’s not home, is he?”

“He’s here, napping inside,” Shen Lijuan said, puzzled. “What’s up? Just spit it out.”

“Yeah, true. Even if he hears, he won’t get it,” Shen Lihong said, remembering something. “Sis, I’m planning to stay here for a while this time. Look, I brought my bag.” She lifted a luggage bag nearby.

Shen Lijuan paused, frowning. “What, are you fighting with your family again? God, why’s your temper so hot?”

“I know Erniu’s a bit rough, but he’s not unreasonable. Your in-laws are decent folks too. Why can’t you just cool it and stop picking fights?”

“Sis!” Shen Lihong cut her off, exasperated.

“My dear sister, why’re you siding with them? I’m your real sister—you gotta hear me out first!” Shen Lihong snapped, frustrated at being lectured before she could explain.

“L-Lihong Aunt, y-you’re here,” Long Gen stammered, stumbling out from behind the curtain, grinning at Shen Lihong, his eyes locked on her massive tits.

He swallowed hard, his dick instantly reacting, like a fucking stallion that couldn’t see a woman without wanting to fuck her, pants still on and all.

“Little Long, you’re up? Come sit, Aunt’s got candy for you,” Shen Lihong said, grabbing two fruit candies and waving them at him.

Long Gen shuffled over, grinning, his cock swinging in his pants. His eyes glowed green, staring at her tits—like fucking balloons stuffed in there, so damn full.

Shen Lijuan’s eyes narrowed. She knew this kid was faking his stupidity. She didn’t care much for herself—a widow’s fair game. But her sister? Married just over a year? No way she’d let this punk ruin her.

She snatched the candies and shoved them at Long Gen. “Little Long, Aunt Lihong’s here, but we got no food. Go to the river and catch a couple fish.”

Long Gen pouted, a bit pissed. A chance to get up close with a hot girl, to grope some tits, and it was gone—how could he be happy? But then he thought, As long as Shen Lihong’s staying here, I’ll fuck her sooner or later. What’s there to worry about? She can’t escape me forever. He turned and headed to the river.

Catching fish was child’s play for Long Gen. He stripped off his underwear, dove in, and snagged bullfrogs and the like with ease. If a turtle passed by on the riverbed, it was as good as caught!

“Damn thing, staring at what? Useless prick, only good for fucking women, diving into dark holes…” As he pulled on his underwear, his dick hardened again. Long Gen slapped it hard, grumbling as he grabbed two fish and a bullfrog, heading back.

Passing Chen Tianming’s cornfield, Long Gen paused. He’d nabbed a few cobs that morning, but with company coming, it might not be enough. He figured he’d sneak in and grab a couple more.

Truth be told, Chen Tianming was a shitty person, but his corn was top-notch—one cob better than the next, some nearly as long as the beast in Long Gen’s pants.

Rustle, rustle, rustle… A sudden splashing sound caught his ear. Long Gen perked up, creeping closer.

Next to the cornfield was a one-acre rice paddy. A big, pale ass was pointed right at him, a dark slit in the middle spraying a yellow stream, splashing mud everywhere.

“Chen Tianming’s damn cornfield’s turned into a public toilet—everyone’s pissing in it. Wait, isn’t that Wu Guihua?” Long Gen recognized her.

Wu Guihua, Chen Tianming’s daughter-in-law, married to Chen Ergou. The village chief’s daughter-in-law—how could she not be a looker? She was one of the village’s top beauties, rivaled only by Shen Lijuan and Xiaofang. Not only was her face gorgeous, but she had big tits and a tall, killer figure. The loud gush of her piss told him she was no ordinary woman.

Truth was, Wu Guihua was a force. Since marrying into the Chen family, she’d tamed Ergou completely. She farmed a few acres of rice paddies and raised two to three hundred chickens and ducks. By year’s end, she was pulling in fifty or sixty grand—a fortune in the countryside.

“Tch, tch, tch. Damn, she’s fine. Wasted on Ergou, like pearls before swine,” Long Gen muttered, squatting behind the field, one hand pressing his crotch, admiring her back.

Her massive ass, long legs, and a glimpse of fair, shapely calves. Her willow-slim waist was to die for. Long Gen started picturing her front—those tits gotta be huge!

“Fucked Chen Tianming’s wife this morning, now I’ll fuck his daughter-in-law this afternoon, heh…” Long Gen snickered, dropped the corn, and shuffled out, playing the fool.

It was July, and the rice was growing strong, a lush green sea, neatly lined and impressive. This was a critical time—fail to control pests, and the yield would drop by a third. Wu Guihua was likely out here fertilizing and spraying pesticides.

“Aunt Guihua, w-what are you doing? Such a b-big… sun…” Long Gen kept up his idiot act, stumbling out of the cornfield, staring dumbly at Wu Guihua spreading fertilizer.

She turned, saw it was Long Gen, and her expression softened. “Fertilizing.”

“Aunt, Aunt Guihua, y-you’re so capable! Ergou’s l-lucky to have you as his w-wife…” Long Gen praised.

Wu Guihua chuckled. People love flattery, and women especially can’t resist a man’s compliments. Even if Long Gen was a fool, she was still grinning ear to ear.

“The fool’s got a way with words, huh? What’re you up to? Want some corn?” Wu Guihua, warmed by his praise, got chatty. “If you want some, grab it from my dad’s field.”

Truth be told, Wu Guihua was decent. Unlike other village women who gossiped endlessly, she kept to herself, always busy with her own work. In just over two years of marriage, she’d built a small house, living a cushy life.

But she had her struggles. Sure, the family had money, but marrying Ergou was like being a living widow. Ergou looked sturdy, but his dick was a joke—pinky-sized, barely thicker than a toothpick when hard. How could that satisfy her? All her bedroom energy went into farm work, making her a beast at it.

“N-no, no corn,” Long Gen waved his hands, playing dumb. “Aunt Guihua, how ‘bout… I give you a m-massage? Don’t wanna t-tire you out…”

“The fool knows how to massage? Learned it from your aunt, huh?” Wu Guihua laughed, surprised.

Long Gen nodded like a pecking chicken, his silly act painfully sincere.

Wu Guihua thought, Why not? She’d been working all day, no time to rest or even drink water. The field work was nearly done—might as well take a break.

She walked to the field’s edge, tossed the fertilizer aside, scooped water from the paddy to wash up, and pulled two corn leaves to cushion her ass. Long Gen saw it clearly—her ass looked even bigger when she sat!

This woman’s built for breeding, with an ass like that…

“Come on, give me a massage. If your skills suck, I ain’t paying!” Wu Guihua joked, sitting with her back to Long Gen.

Long Gen waved his hands, all serious. “No charge, no charge for Aunt Guihua!” Inside, he was sneering, Let me fuck you, and I won’t charge a dime. Otherwise, I’ll fuck you to death!

He pressed his big hands down, mimicking moves he’d seen on TV, kneading with purpose. His cock was already stirring.

Despite her hard labor, Wu Guihua’s skin was soft as tofu, tender as hell. Below her slender neck rose two massive peaks. Her sweat-soaked shirt outlined her big tits, like she wasn’t wearing anything—round, perky, practically popping the buttons.

“Didn’t expect you to have such strong hands, Little Long. Mmm, feels good…” Wu Guihua closed her eyes, enjoying it, then snapped them open. “What the hell? Why’re you poking me? Just massage, quit jabbing!”

“I-I’m not poking, Aunt…” Long Gen whined, but he knew damn well his cock was acting up again.

“Stop poking, I said stop!” Wu Guihua griped.

Something hot and round kept nudging her ass crack, making her pussy wet, dripping like a faucet…

“No more poking, or I’m getting mad!” Wu Guihua’s face flushed, her body tingling like she’d been struck by lightning.

“I said no poking!” She was pissed now, grabbing the rod behind her. Her face froze. “W-what the hell’s in your pants…?”

“Ow! Aunt Guihua, that hurts… don’t yank my cock!” Long Gen grimaced, but he caught Wu Guihua’s shocked expression. He thought, Take that, you little slut. I bet you can’t resist this massive weapon. Hmph!

Long Gen loved messing with the village women now. After years in the countryside, he knew all the gossip—whose dick was short, whose tits were big, everyone knew the score. Rural folks had no TV, no football, no basketball, no parks to stroll. After the harvest, they just fucked their wives on the kang. Wu Guihua was one who couldn’t get satisfied. Two years married and no baby? Clearly, Chen Ergou was a dud in bed.

Wu Guihua gripped the hot, thick rod, bigger than a corncob, thicker than a cucumber—perfect for filling her needy pussy. She wasn’t letting go.

“Little Long, you haven’t used this thing on other women, have you?” Wu Guihua glanced around, saw no one, and dragged him deeper into the cornfield.

She might not gossip, but that didn’t mean she had no desires. Men want to fuck, women want to be fucked—same deal. Wu Guihua was no exception. Her husband was useless—every night he’d grope her, but the moment she got wet and ready, he’d go soft. Like cotton candy, one lick and it was gone. Now, faced with this massive meat stick, why waste it?

“Use? Use what? How?” Long Gen scratched his head, feigning confusion. “Aunt Guihua, ain’t cocks just for pissing? Can women use ‘em too?”

“Oh, I get it! You can’t piss, so you wanna borrow my cock to piss with. Alright, tell me how, and I’ll let you use it!” Long Gen slapped his chest, looking earnest as hell.

Pfft!

Wu Guihua burst out laughing. No wonder he’s a fool—didn’t even know that. Did he think women without cocks couldn’t piss?

Too lazy to explain, she yanked off her sweat-soaked shirt. Two massive, white boobs spilled out—bigger, rounder than steamed buns, with tight, pink cherry nipples.

Gulp!

Long Gen swallowed hard. She didn’t look like much clothed, but naked? Those were some serious fucking tits…

“Aunt Guihua, I-I wanna suck your tits… Little Long hasn’t had milk in forever… My mom’s gone… Let me suck, please…”

Wu Guihua smirked, her cheeks flushing, tossing her shirt aside. “Little Long, lie down. Aunt’ll climb on top, and you can suck, okay?”

“Yeah, good!” Long Gen agreed eagerly.

Starting with Shen Lijuan, he’d gotten the hang of this. With a pro like Huang Cuihua guiding him, he knew exactly what Wu Guihua wanted. Inside, he was thrilled.

Fucking two women in one day, both from Chen Tianming’s family—how’s that for irony?

As Long Gen fantasized, Wu Guihua stripped off her panties, no shame at all. She figured, He’s a fool, won’t know what happened—just thinks he took a nap.

Damn, her pussy’s got a jungle of curly hair, thick as hell. She must be desperate! Long Gen thought, eyeing the dripping wet slit. His face stayed eager, though, staring at her snowy tits. “Aunt, let me suck…”

Slap!

“Ah…” Wu Guihua moaned, eyes shut tight as the massive rod stuffed her pussy full, tight as hell, like a giant python slithering deep inside, shaking her soul. Her body went limp, collapsing onto him.

Smack, smack. Her huge, white boobs slammed down. Long Gen grabbed them, kneading hard. The soft, perky snowballs felt tender, their cherry tips hardening. He bit down, savoring the feel.

“Mmm!” Wu Guihua let out a soft cry, slowly sitting up. Her slim waist swayed, hands cupping her melon-sized tits, bouncing gently. At first, with less wetness, it hurt, but soon she sped up, her tight ass slapping against Long Gen’s thighs, syncing with the chirping bugs in the field. It sounded fucking good.

“Mmm, ah, ugh…” Wu Guihua moaned nonstop. Long Gen kept busy—one hand groping her tit, the other squeezing her ass cheek, landing a slap that left five finger marks.

Tight, elastic, clean as fresh dough. An unfucked pussy was so damn tight! His cock was wrapped snug, juices splashing, the tip red from pounding.

Slap, slap, slap.

“Ah, ah, ah!”

Half an hour flew by. Wu Guihua was in a frenzy, her perky ass bouncing, her massive tits jumping, pink nipples smacking together.

Long Gen gripped her slim waist, hips thrusting hard upward. 

Thud, thud, thud. 

Wu Guihua clutched her bouncing boobs, moaning endlessly.

Splash, splash, splash. 

A gush of juices poured out. Exhausted, Wu Guihua collapsed on Long Gen’s chest, panting like she was half-dead.

Long Gen didn’t care. He flipped her over, pinned her down, threw her legs over his shoulders, and aimed his raging python at her hole, thrusting deep until he hit bottom. He grabbed her boobs, squeezing hard.

“Ah!” Wu Guihua yelped, opening her eyes. This fool seemed… different. Before she could think, her pussy was stuffed again, a new wave of satisfaction and fullness flooding her body.

“Mmm, ugh…”

Slap, slap, slap.

Another half-hour of furious pounding passed before it slowed.

“Little Long, you’re not dumb, are you? How do you know moves like The Bicycle?” Wu Guihua asked, suspicious.

Long Gen pulled on his underwear, slapped her ass, and grinned wickedly. “Bitch, just now figuring it out?”

“Don’t tell anyone, or I won’t fuck you again.”

Wu Guihua nodded frantically, promising, “Don’t worry, I won’t say a word. I’ll only let you fuck me! Tomorrow, same place?” After feeling like a real woman, she’d tasted true pleasure—why would she spill? That’d be the real dumb move!

Slap! 

Long Gen pinched her pale ass again, smirking. “Horny slut, got a big appetite, huh? Fine, I’ll fuck you tomorrow!”

As Long Gen slipped out of Chen Tianming’s cornfield, the sun was nearly setting. Shirtless, he carried a bundle of corncobs, with two fish tucked into his waistband, heading home.

He savored a delicious meal of turtle and softshell, chomping on roasted corn, feeling on top of the world. Life’s fair after all, he thought. First, it gave him impotence, then hit him with a thunderbolt. An orphan with no parents, but now his crotch was bulging, and beauties were throwing themselves at him.

Night fell, and the store had no more customers. With her sister visiting, Shen Lijuan closed up early and sat inside watching TV.

There was supposed to be an outdoor movie tonight, but the projectionist didn’t show, so they were stuck with the TV. The village had few televisions—only the officials had them, and among regular folks, just Shen Lijuan and Li Xiaofang’s families. Shen Lijuan’s was bought with the tens of thousands her late husband’s parents left, used to open the store and get a TV.

Back then, people flocked to her place—some to watch TV, others because every guy wanted a shot at Shen Lijuan. But she wasn’t one to mess with. She chased them off, one by one. She even ran off Chen Ergou, before he was married, with a kitchen knife.

Now, things were much quieter.

“Lihong, you still haven’t told me why you ran away from home,” Shen Lijuan said, cracking sunflower seeds.

Shen Lihong twisted her slim waist, her big tits jiggling, tugging at her collar and rolling her eyes. “Sis, why do you gotta make it sound so bad? You think I’m just a troublemaker?”

“Aren’t you? When have you ever spared Mom and Dad any worry?” Shen Lijuan pressed. “Spill it. Did you fight with Erniu?”

Lihong couldn’t dodge, so she got serious. “Sis, I didn’t wanna say, but I have to.”

“What’s wrong?” Seeing Lihong’s grave look, Shen Lijuan felt uneasy.

Her sister was beautiful, no doubt—back in the day, men from miles around lined up to propose. But she picked Erniu, the village’s honest guy. He was fine, but she was always clashing with her in-laws, causing their parents plenty of grief. Now, Shen Lijuan feared some big trouble.

“Sis, don’t make a scene, alright? You’re making it hard to talk,” Lihong said, glaring.

“Sis, look, I’ve been married to Erniu almost two years, and my belly’s got nothing to show for it. Erniu’s parents are pissed. A couple days ago, they were hounding me at home. I’m stressed as hell about it too, but I can’t just snap at them! Then I thought it over.”

Lihong shook her tits and wiggled her ass, slapping it with a loud smack. Long Gen, watching, gawked. He couldn’t stand women flaunting themselves in front of him—it made him wanna fuck them on the spot!

“Look at this body—how could I not pop out a kid? I got fed up, took Erniu to the town hospital. I’m fine, everything’s good. But Erniu? He’s strong, but his kidneys are failing. Doctor says he’s got six months tops! A transplant costs hundreds of thousands!”

“You know their situation—no money, just a few acres of land, no skills. Where’s that kinda cash coming from?” Lihong’s face darkened, her voice low. “So we talked it out. Can’t let this get out, but we need to keep the Liu family line going. His parents gave me ten grand to go ‘borrow seed’ and hopefully bring back a fat baby boy…”

Shen Lijuan nodded. “So that’s it.”

“Poor Erniu, such a good guy. How’d he get this damn disease? What a sin!” She sighed.

Lihong nodded, somber. Erniu treated her well, but this illness was a death sentence.

“Lihong, if Erniu’s gone, what’ll you do? End up like me…” Shen Lijuan’s eyes reddened, tears streaming down.

Her husband died, leaving her a widow who never remarried. Now her sister faced the same fate.

“Sis, let’s not talk about that now. Erniu’s a good man, and his parents, despite their big mouths, treat me alright. I figure I’ll wander for a couple months, get pregnant, and go back. After that, we’ll see.” Lihong’s eyes teared up, but she held back.

Shen Lijuan nodded, wiping her tears. Fate’s cruel—what’s crying gonna do?

“Sis, don’t tell Mom and Dad. Don’t want them worrying, okay?” Lihong added.

Shen Lijuan nodded. Her sister had grown up, thinking of their parents, but the thought of Lihong becoming a widow tore her up. Tears fell again.

“Sis, what’re you crying for?” Lihong wiped her sister’s tears, resolute. “Sis, tomorrow, find me a strong man from your village. I don’t believe I, Shen Lihong, can lie back and get fucked every day for a month or two and not get knocked up!”

Shen Lijuan blushed, glancing at Long Gen, scolding, “What’re you saying, girl? Acting like you’re some city whore, degrading yourself like that.”

“Sis, I don’t care! I’m gonna give the Liu family an heir!” Lihong said firmly.

Long Gen went from horny to moved.

So what if rural girls are rough? They’ve got heart, loyalty. Knowing her man’s dying, she’s willing to take the shame of being everyone’s slut to give him a kid. That kind of grit—where do you find it?

He thought of his old girlfriend, who ditched him the second she heard he was impotent, transferring schools without a trace. Fucking hell, how can people be so different?

“Lihong Aunt, the chance of getting pregnant is about one in a thousand. Scientifically, the week after your period is the best time to conceive; the week before, it’s the lowest. Getting fucked every day for a month might not be good…” Long Gen said, clear as day.

“Huh? Sis, this…” Lihong stared, shocked at his clear speech and logic. “Little Long, you possessed or something?”

Long Gen shook his head, exasperated.

“Lihong, he’s been fine for a while, just plays dumb around others,” Shen Lijuan whispered. “Keep it quiet, just know it. He’s not just not dumb—he’s sharp. This morning, he even beat the shit out of that old bastard Chen Tianming.”

“What? He’s cured?” Lihong covered her mouth, stunned. “From a lightning strike?”

Long Gen spread his legs, flexed his crotch with a wicked grin. “Lightning’s nothing. Check out this bulge—even my impotence is gone. Need to borrow seed? I’m your guy. Biggest cock in the village, guaranteed to knock you up! Look at that ass—you’re built for sons. Ask my aunt  if you don’t believe me.” Long Gen smirked, joking to himself, This beast’s worth five or six of anyone else’s. Can’t get her pregnant? Only worry is if she can handle the fucking!

“Pfft!”

Shen Lijuan’s face flushed, spitting in embarrassment. That thing had her half-dead last night, but… it felt damn good.

“Sis, you two…” Lihong pointed at them, seeing Shen Lijuan’s blush, and instantly got it.

Shen Lijuan shot Long Gen a glare. This kid’s got no filter. Her sister knowing she’d fucked her nephew was embarrassing as hell.

“What’s there to worry about? Gonna let someone else have it?” Long Gen smirked, sidling up to the two women with a lecherous grin. “You can’t handle me alone anyway, aunt. Let Aunt Lihong have a go—think it’ll wear me down? You got a good cock, so why not share with your sister?”

That made Shen Lijuan’s face burn even redder, and she buried her head, silent.

“Little Long, you’re really all fixed up?” Shen Lihong still couldn’t believe it.

There’s an old rural saying: “Struck by heaven’s thunder.” Surviving a lightning strike was a miracle—how the hell did his brain get fixed? And his cock was working too? What kind of medicine was that good?

Long Gen’s eyes locked on the two snowy mounds under Shen Lihong’s neckline, softer than his aunt’s, begging to be groped. Seeing her doubt, he thrust out his hips, flexing his dick. The bulge in his pants, already stirring, shot up, pitching a massive tent!

“Ah!” Shen Lihong yelped. “That fast?”

Long Gen grinned smugly. Hell yeah. What guy doesn’t want a big dick? A big cock’s your capital. Didn’t ancient emperors eat bull penis every day for a reason? To fuck nonstop, that’s what.

“Can I… touch it?” Shen Lihong’s hand trembled, her plump tits quivering, bending forward to reveal a deep, endless cleavage.

Gulp!

Long Gen swallowed hard, instinctively reaching out.

Slap!

Shen Lijuan swatted his hand away, snapping, “You little punk, already took advantage of your aunt, and now you’re after Aunt Lihong? No touching!”

Though her head was down, she’d heard everything. Looking up, she saw Long Gen’s wandering hand, and a strange pang of jealousy hit her.

“Aunt, what’s the big deal? We’re family! What’s a little touching?” Long Gen griped, pointing at Shen Lihong. “She’s checking out my goods—why can’t I check hers?”

“Pfft!”

Shen Lijuan spat, rolling her eyes. “I know you, hmph! This afternoon, when Xiaofang came for cigarettes, you were staring at her tits. Little Long, when did you get so damn horny?”

Cough, cough, cough. 

Long Gen cleared his throat to hide his embarrassment, shaking his bulging crotch, hands spread innocently. “Aunt, can you blame me? This thing’s too big, needs a lot of action. You can’t keep up…”

“I…” Shen Lijuan flushed, speechless.

Shen Lihong’s eyes stayed glued to Long Gen’s crotch, that huge tent. Rough guess, it was at least thrice Erniu’s length. That round tip—how thick was it? Her pussy itched, and her mind raced.

How big is that thing? It’s making me tingle. Can my little slit even take it?

“Little Long, you saying your cock’s that good ain’t enough. Aunt’s gotta see it,” Shen Lihong decided. If it was really as he claimed—one worth five or six others—she’d rather get fucked by one guy than be everyone’s slut. What woman doesn’t want a decent reputation?

Long Gen agreed without a second thought. Shen Lijuan didn’t object—she could see her sister was eager. Thinking it over, she realized she couldn’t handle him last night; a whole night of that would kill her. Keep it in the family, right? If she couldn’t take it, let her sister step in. No loss there. She let them go at it.

Slap, slap!

Two loud smacks as the massive rod sprang back against his stomach. A raging python stood tall in the center of Long Gen’s crotch, surrounded by a thick patch of black hair. His thighs were hairy too—Shen Lihong knew the hairier the guy, the longer he lasts in bed!

The hair wasn’t what caught her eye—it was that giant, black cock, standing straight up, longer than a chopstick, thick as a bull’s whip. One hand couldn’t even wrap around it. If that thing went in her pussy, it’d rip her open…

Hiss!

Shen Lihong gasped. “That big?”

“Aunt Lihong, satisfied?” Long Gen winked wickedly, his hands creeping forward again.

“S-Satisfied…” Shen Lihong looked worried, not about his stamina or fullness anymore, but for herself. No wonder he said her sister couldn’t handle him. Even both sisters together probably couldn’t. That rod pounding in—how much would it hurt?

“Good enough.” Long Gen didn’t care what she was thinking. He grabbed her bra, yanking it off. “Since you checked my goods, it’s my turn…”

“Check what?” Shen Lijuan glared, knowing full well the filthy thoughts in his head. He probably even saw me fingering myself in the bath. Her face flushed at the thought.

Long Gen, dead serious, said, “Aunt, you don’t get it.”

“A man’s cock, a woman’s chest. A man needs a strong cock to make babies; a woman needs big tits for milk. Small tits—what’s the kid gonna eat? Small ass—can it birth a kid? I gotta check, make sure Aunt Lihong can get pregnant.”

His logic was airtight. Shen Lihong ripped off her bra, revealing two massive, white boobs, dangling and swaying, soul-snatching.

“Little Long, check these tits. Big enough?”

Long Gen cupped them, squeezed, gave them a shake, and flicked the cherry nipples. “Hmm, initial assessment: plenty for a kid to nurse on.”

“Now take off your pants. Let’s see that ass. Big ass means boys, small ass, who knows? You’re making an heir—gotta be a son…”

Seeing his reasoning, Shen Lihong didn’t hesitate. She stripped, revealing a smooth, pale ass, soft as dough, with a dark slit and a few stray hairs peeking out.

Slap!

A crisp smack. Long Gen’s hand left finger marks on her plump cheek. Elastic, perfect feel.

“Ah, Little Long, why’d you hit me?” Shen Lihong pouted.

“Testing how tight your ass is! Hmm, not bad—big, round, perky, clean. Prime for birthing sons…” Long Gen kept a straight face, but his cock was throbbing in his pants…