Country Weapon-Chapter 20

Long Gen was in bliss, groping away.

Xiaofang's tits weren't the best in feel, but they were the bounciest. Those cotton-ball boobs sprang back when pressed, her rosy nipples dripping with tenderness. A light pinch made her body shudder! Rubbing his cock in her ass crack added an indescribable thrill.

Even through two layers of fabric, he could feel the heat and growing wetness.

"Mmm!" Xiaofang moaned, pleading again.

Just then, the movie's sound dipped. Long Gen pulled his hand back. He didn't care—being a fool, he'd get a few curses if caught, no big deal. But Xiaofang? A pure virgin, set to marry someday. It'd ruin her.

"Xiaofang, let's hit the woods and have some fun," Long Gen whispered hotly in her ear, smirking wickedly.

Still weak, Xiaofang grabbed her stool, and they slipped away quietly.

The rural night breeze snapped her back to reality. She sped up, but Long Gen yanked her back.

"What's wrong, Xiaofang? Mad? I'll marry you, touch you every day, fuck you on the kang all night. Why so shy?"

"Damn you, bad Little Long, you're awful! Hmph, I'm done with you!" Xiaofang flicked her ponytails, mortified by the earlier scene, and bolted, gone in a blink.

Long Gen didn't chase. With her brains, she'd come around. She'd run for now, but she was his eventually. No big deal.

No point going back to the movie. Home meant facing the two sisters, and he couldn't fuck them again—they'd die. "Gonna hunt some wild game," He muttered, wandering the village paths.

The village was small, houses scattered. After half an hour, he spotted a lit-up home and darted into the yard without a thought.

It was Chen Xianglian's place.

Chen Xianglian was one of the village's widow beauties, alongside his aunt Shen Lijuan. Chen Tianming's niece, she'd lost her parents and husband early, living alone for three years. Folks said Chen Tianming's ruthless ways cursed his family—childless, widowed, doomed.

At thirty-five or -six, Chen Xianglian's face hadn't aged, her body curvier than in her youth. Her ass was still huge, round, swaying as she walked. Her massive tits stood firm—no one could tell she'd had a kid.

Her daughter, Chen Ke, proved how stunning Chen Xianglian was in her prime. Chen Ke, with her oval face, willow brows, and sultry eyes, was a seventeen-year-old vixen, not yet legal, with an ass and face like a seductress. Rumors said she was a city call girl—why else dress so provocative? Long Gen didn't know if it was true.

Peeking through the door crack, he saw her.

No surprise—women at thirty are wolves, at forty, tigers. Chen Xianglian, skipping the movie, was fingering herself at home. A cucumber sat nearby, her pale thighs spread, two fingers digging furiously, moaning like a cat in heat.

She ripped off her sweatshirt, her huge boobs bouncing, jiggling with each thrust, shaking Long Gen's cock into a hard thrust against his pants.

Bang!

His giant rod knocked on widow Chen Xianglian's door.

"Who's there?"

Chen Xianglian reacted fast, tucking away the cucumber and calling out.

"Heh, Aunt Xianglian, it's... it's me, Little Long," Long Gen stammered. "A-aunt sent me to b-borrow something... two whole cucumbers, not sliced..."

"Oh, the fool. Come in. I've got two cucumbers, just used 'em. Take 'em," Chen Xianglian said. Hearing Shen Lijuan wanted cucumbers, she knew the deal and waved him inside.

Long Gen snickered, playing dumb, waddling in with his belly out, deliberately flexing his towering cock.

"Here, take 'em." Chen Xianglian handed over two cucumbers, slick with sticky juices. She wasn't worried—what widow eats cucumbers? They're for filling that lonely void!

"T-Thanks, Aunt Xianglian." Long Gen took them, feeling the slimy coating, thinking, Damn, this old broad's pussy's flooding like the Yellow River. One fuck, and the sheets'd be wrung out.

"No big deal..." Chen Xianglian waved it off, then froze, staring at the massive tent in Long Gen's pants.

That huge bulge—how big a rod could pitch that? The round tip screamed thickness!

"Little Long, hold on."

She stopped him, hopping off the kang, pantless, just a sweatshirt, her big boobs swaying. Long Gen's cock thrust again.

"Lemme see what's in your pants." Ignoring him, she squatted and yanked down his underwear.

Slap!

"Ow!" Chen Xianglian yelped, something smacking her face, hard. She plopped on her ass, staring.

What was that?

A black, forearm-thick rod, longer than her cucumber, rose from a hairy jungle, its head nodding like it could talk!

"My God, it's huge!" Snapping out of shock, she gripped the cock, her pussy tingling, heart racing. I'd die happy letting that fuck me.

So damn big!

"Little Long, come, lie on the kang. Aunt'll check your body. You haven't been eating right—look, it's swollen like a snake bite." Like coaxing a kid, she pulled him onto the kang.

Long Gen scratched his head, playing dumb. "Aunt Xianglian, sleep's fine, but... I gotta suck tits first... lemme suck..."

"Suck tits?" Chen Xianglian's eyes gleamed, thinking, Shen Lijuan's definitely used that cock, or why's this fool talking about tits?

"Easy!" She hefted her massive boobs, squeezing the nipples hard, shoving them in his mouth. "Eat up! Aunt's got nothing else, but big tits!"

Long Gen grabbed them, kneading hard. This slut didn't deserve gentle—go all out! He squeezed harder, making her moan, half-pain, half-pleasure. Biting a nipple, he didn't let go, and a stream of juice slid from her pussy.

'Heh, Chen's women? I fuck 'em all! Chen Tianming, here's a green hat for your family...' Long Gen smirked, as moans and wet sounds filled the room...