After a night of relentless fucking, Long Gen finally got through to Shen Lijuan. She realized this kid was full of schemes and let him have his way. Raise turtles? Fine, raise turtles.
But before turtle farming, the village needed to get rich first. Worn out from the pounding, Shen Lijuan started scheming. Fruit planting would need experts from higher up to assess, but raising chickens and ducks? Every village woman knew how. Native chickens weren't meaty, but they tasted great, packed nutrition, and fetched good prices. Wu Guihua was proof—her chicken farm made her a pro, and she got fucked by Little Long so much she still eagerly sent him cash.
The next morning, Shen Lijuan, wincing from the pain in her pussy, rallied the village cadres for a meeting to discuss raising poultry and planting fruit trees.
Long Gen got up, scarfed some rice, grabbed a corncob, and headed out. Days away had him itching for the village women, like a cat clawing his heart. Thinking of their plump, pale asses, his cock stiffened without warning.
"Heh, mountain turtle's the real deal! Fucked all night and still raring to go…" He muttered, crossing the river to check on Chen Xianglian first.
He'd fucked her daughter in town and figured he'd talk to her. If her family was short on cash, he'd chip in. Chen Ke was a bit slutty, mouth sharp as a blade, but since he'd fucked her, how could he let her suck someone else's dick for money? If she could avoid being a call girl, she shouldn't do it.
Plus, Chen Xianglian was pitiful. Widowed young, daughter rarely around, she worked acres alone—not easy. Once her pussy got a taste, it needed regular pounding with a big rod, or she'd go crazy from holding it in.
"Little Long! Quick, over here!" Just as he spotted Chen Xianglian's house, someone popped out of the cornfield—Zhao Hongyu, a familiar face.
What was this woman doing here? No hoe for digging, no sickle for cutting pig grass. Bet her pussy was parched, begging for his big rod to rain on it.
"What's up?" Long Gen let her pull him into the cornfield, shaking off her hand, frowning, playing dumb. He eyed her up.
Zhao Hongyu was tall, shapely, with a round ass, but too much sun had darkened her skin. Still, it was tight—not like a woman who'd birthed kids. Village soil and water were good; Shanghe women had silky skin and killer figures. No wonder he stuck around.
"Oh, my, I finally found you!" Zhao Hongyu grabbed him, yanking her pants down with her free hand, desperate like a call girl who hadn't worked in years.
Pants off, her round ass cheeks popped out—not as perky as Wu Guihua's, but still defined. She must've been a real heartbreaker in her youth, or Li Sanchou wouldn't have fucked her.
She hugged him, groping his crotch, pulling her hand back wet and sticky, grinning ear to ear.
"Sir, whip out that big rod and let your aunt use it. I've been holding out for days, waiting for you. Nearly broke down your door!" She lunged for his pants, grabbing his hard cock, thrilled.
Long Gen blocked her, frowning, feigning reluctance. "Aunt Hongyu, this ain't right. You're my elder. How can I fuck you?"
He wasn't stupid. He didn't want to fuck her. Her body and face were fine, but that dark skin? Like his own black cock—not appealing. Last time was just a change of pace after too much rich food. Fucking her daily? No thanks.
"Oh, come on, sir, fuck your aunt! My ass—I don't care!" Zhao Hongyu stomped, her sagging melons bouncing in her sweatshirt, nearly spilling out.
"But I care! I ain't married yet. Fuck you, and how do I face my future wife? Nope, can't do it. It's immoral!" Long Gen clutched his cock, refusing.
She nearly dropped to her knees, begging. "Little Long, please! Look at this mess—wet enough to sail a ship! Just give me a couple thrusts. Last time your cock got me so itchy, I broke god-knows-how-many cucumbers!"
She lifted a leg, showing a bushy mound and a dark, dripping hole, black lips sagging, a white gush spilling out.
"Damn, what do I do?" Long Gen slapped his forehead, acting torn but softening.
Zhao Hongyu's face lit up. "Little Long, don't worry, I'll make it good. However you want to fuck, I'm game…" Propping herself on the ground, legs spread, she aimed his cock at her hole and stuffed it in with a muffled groan.
A stream squirted sideways, splashing everywhere.
Hands on the ground, she worked her ass, slamming against his thighs, feeling his cock plunge deep, moaning with satisfaction.
"Ahhh… mmm… *slap, slap, slap.*"
After half an hour, even her wolf-like hunger was sated. Her pussy gushed like a fountain, cumming twice, but his cock stood firm.
Long Gen didn't want to waste more energy on her. He had Chen Xianglian next. Sure, she was older, but better maintained. Her tits, slightly sagging, rivaled Yuan Xiang's massive rack, and her ass? Every man in the village wanted a bite.
"Ugh, look at you, all you've got? Left me half-cocked. I'm barely bothered to fuck you—tiring as a dead dog!" His cock stood like a flagpole as he gripped.
"Huh?" Zhao Hongyu glared at it, then opened her mouth, sucking it in.
*Slurp, slurp.* Her lips clamped tight, working his shaft. Not bad.
Watching her kneel, Long Gen grabbed her hair, eyeing her swaying tits. Sagging, but still there. He'd seen porn where women used their tits to jerk a guy off. Why not try it?
"Lift your tits, wrap my rod, and jerk it hard. Yeah, like that… *hiss!*" He exhaled, feeling damn good.
Zhao Hongyu freed her mouth, working his cock with her tits, asking, "Feels good, Little Long? Want it harder?" Her red, rubbed-raw tits made her moan too.
Long Gen had her lie down, straddled her, and stuffed his cock between her tits, thrusting back and forth.
His long, thick cock nearly hit her mouth with each thrust.
"Open up, suck and jerk." No politeness—fuck, you got yours, I'm not staying half-hard. Gotta finish right.
After nearly an hour, he unloaded, thick streams coating her tits. He rubbed them in, then holstered his gun.
Zhao Hongyu lay like a dead dog in the cornfield, eyes barely open, sprawled out, her bushy crotch a wet mess.
Long Gen tidied up and left. It was noon already. Fucking Chen Xianglian would take him to three or four. Wu Guihua and Tian Cuifen's places were still on the list, and who knew if Chen Tianyun was back from town? Wang Limei, that slut, probably needed a good fuck too.
"Man, my schedule is packed. Can't even get through a day," He sighed, heading to Chen Xianglian's.
Surprisingly, she wasn't home, but rice was cooking, so she couldn't be far. Her big yellow dog treated Long Gen like its master, rubbing against him. With nothing to do, he wandered the yard, spotting a grapevine loaded with ripe, juicy grapes. He pulled up a stool and munched.
"Hey, Little Long, what're you doing here?" Chen Xianglian returned, shocked.
Long Gen wiped his mouth, approaching. Her sweatshirt had no bra, her tits bouncing wildly. He grabbed a handful, eyeing her crotch with a wicked grin.
"What am I doing? Here to fuck you, of course. Bet you're craving my big rod—damn, your pussy's soaked already!" His hand slid down, finding her drenched, like she'd pissed herself.
"Mmm, no… Little Long, I'm starving. Let's eat first, then fuck, okay? Ugh, stop pinching—my nipples are gonna burst!" Chen Xianglian yelped, and Long Gen eased up.
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