Country Weapon-Chapter 22

In the lush green cornfield, two pale bodies tangled together, slamming against each other relentlessly, going at it for over an hour before finally winding down.

Long Gen groped one big boobs, smirking wickedly, "How come your tits ain't as big as your mom's? No worries, just rub 'em more at home—feels nice."

"What? My mom?" Wu Guihua froze, then caught on, "You mean Huang Cuihua? My mother-in-law?"

"Heh, who else would it be?" Long Gen chewed on a blade of dogtail grass, fondling her two big boobs, kneading and squeezing.

Wu Guihua spread her legs, exposing her dark, bushy patch, with a trickle of white fluid oozing from the center.

"Hmph, so what? I'm younger than her!" Wu Guihua snorted, "What, I ain't good enough to fuck?"

Long Gen grinned slyly, groping her up and down, pinching here, rubbing there. After a long pause, he said, "You're pretty damn good, and fucking you's a blast. But that husband of yours is a piece of shit, always giving me grief. In the future, I'm afraid..." Long Gen put on a regretful look.

"He wouldn't dare!" Wu Guihua slapped her thigh with a smack, leaving a red mark on her pale flesh, her pretty face twisted with anger. "That bastard's just like his damn father. Always loafing around, stirring up trouble. Don't worry, I'll teach him a lesson tonight, and tomorrow we'll fuck again, deal?"

Having tasted Long Gen's massive cock, Wu Guihua couldn't stand her husband's pathetic toothpick anymore—it went soft after a little fiddling, and she didn't even bother taking her pants off. Now she treated Long Gen like a treasure; only a man like him could make her feel the thrill of being a woman.

She quickly threw on her clothes and stormed out of the cornfield, ready to settle scores with Chen Ergou.

Long Gen grinned, grabbing a couple of corn cobs as he left the field. After days of nonstop action, he needed to refuel. Thinking it over, he caught two big turtles in the river to take home for Shen Lihong to stew.

Shen Lihong wasn't just a looker with a curvy, well-proportioned figure—her cooking was top-notch too. Even simple dishes tasted like gourmet cuisine. Those steaming, plump buns from this morning's steamer were her handiwork: meaty filling, fatty but not greasy, thin skin, stuffed to the brim, not sticking to teeth or hands. Holding one felt like groping a big tit, all soft and kneadable.

Lost in thought, his crotch stirred again. Long Gen pressed it down, whistling as he headed home.

"Little Long, you're back! Xiaofang came looking for you earlier, but you weren't here, so she left," Shen Lihong said from the store, smiling. Her face was flushed, probably still basking in this morning's romp.

"Oh, and you got two big turtles."

"Yup, stew 'em for lunch, and we'll get it on again tonight," Long Gen said with a wicked grin. He stepped inside, flopped onto the bed, and started mulling things over.

What did Xiaofang want? To beat his ass? Nah, it was just a couple of tit grabs—hardly worth a blood feud. Or was she trying to pin something on him? Groping her boobs wouldn't knock her up...

"Ergou, what do you want with Little Long?" Shen Lijuan's angry voice came from outside.

Shen Lijuan got pissed just seeing Chen Ergou. Folks in the village always said, "If the upper beam's crooked, the lower one's worse," and Chen Ergou was living proof. His dad, Chen Tianming, was no saint, and Ergou didn't pick up any of his good traits—just bullying the weak, leering, and being a shameless perv.

The father-son duo not only had their eyes on her but also picked on Little Long constantly. How could Shen Lijuan not be furious?

"Just need to talk to Little Long about something..." Chen Ergou muttered, clearly in a foul mood but forced to make the trip.

A couple of days ago, he'd planned to rough up that idiot Long Gen, but somehow slipped and face planted into a muddy paddy, eating a mouthful of sludge. Before he could catch his breath, among other things, his wife ordered him to invite Long Gen over for dinner. Without the invite, she'd cut off his allowance, so he had to swallow his pride and show up.

"Brother Ergou, what's up?" Long Gen lifted the curtain, grinning like a fool.

"Nothing much, let's go to my place. Brother Ergou's treating you to dinner today," Chen Ergou forced a smile.

That chick Wu Guihua was something else—handling things this fast.

"Got meat?" Long Gen's eyes widened, practically drooling.

"Tons of it—chicken, duck, pork, eat whatever you want. Come on, let's go before the food gets cold..." Chen Ergou said, growing impatient.

He still couldn't wrap his head around why his wife insisted on feeding an idiot like Long Gen. If he didn't know Long Gen was impotent, he'd have suspected an affair already.

'Heh, not only am I gonna eat your pork, I've already eaten your wife's meat. Oh, and your mom, your aunt—I've fucked 'em all. Heh heh...' Long Gen snickered to himself, following Chen Ergou out. He gave Shen Lijuan an "OK" hand sign behind his back. 'Joke's on you—if I can't handle a henpecked loser like you, what kind of man am I?'

Chen Ergou didn't live with his dad. His family had a two-story house, all thanks to Wu Guihua's knack for running the household. She was a dynamo, managing chores, tending a few acres of paddy, raising chickens, ducks, pigs, and dogs—making them one of the village's better-off families. Plus, she had Chen Ergou wrapped around her finger. She bought him a tractor, and he hauled bricks and gravel for cash, living the good life.

In the courtyard, Long Gen plopped onto the kang, sneaking a wink at Wu Guihua when Chen Ergou wasn't looking, his eyes glued to her chest.

"Ergou, go check if your dad's home. Ask about that breeding farm deal—I want those village buildings," Wu Guihua said, shooing him off as soon as the food hit the table.

"It's the middle of the day—can't I eat first?" Chen Ergou grumbled, reluctant.

Bang!

Wu Guihua slammed the table. "What, my word ain't good enough? Go or don't!"

Chen Ergou scurried off like a whipped dog. Long Gen smirked, waving a hand.

"Pour me a couple ounces of liquor."

Wu Guihua giggled, fetching a bottle of Wuliangye from the cabinet and pouring a glass. She slid into Long Gen's lap.

"How's that? Satisfied?"

Long Gen took a bite of food. "Tastes good. You've got a fiery streak too—pretty spicy. Who'd have thought Chen Ergou's scared shitless of his wife? Bastard used to give me hell."

"Hee hee," Wu Guihua laughed. "And now you're the one giving him hell, huh? Sleeping with his wife, fucking his stepmom—what more do you want? Here, eat."

She had a point. Long Gen grabbed a couple of bites, but his hands got restless. One slid under Wu Guihua's backside, tracing her crack, teasing her lips until slick love juice oozed out, sticky as hell.

"Mmm, ugh, you're awful—eating and all..." Wu Guihua giggled, wiggling her hips, her chest bouncing. "Wanna fuck real quick?"

Long Gen didn't answer, one hand picking at food, the other digging in, only stopping when Wu Guihua was burning up. "With your body, I could pound you dead in two hours, believe it?"

"Come on, just one quick fuck," Wu Guihua whined. After all that teasing, her crotch was itching like crazy. "I know you're a beast. I'll use my mouth on you later, deal? I'm soaked down there..."

Smack!

Long Gen yanked her into his arms, ripped off her pants, and saw her dripping wet, like someone poured water over her, all the way to her cheeks.

"Damn, how'd you get this slutty? Fine, let's fuck..."

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