Country Weapon-Chapter 18

Morning dew sparkled on the grass, crystal clear, rolling off with a shake. Rural folks were up early, toiling in the fields, and though Long Gen didn't need to wield a hoe, he rose early too. Today, he had to hit the river to deal with that slut Huang Cuihua.

Huang Cuihua was older, not as tender or tight as the Shen sisters, but that horny bitch was wild as hell, and knew all the tricks. Long Gen figured he'd learn a move or two from her to use tonight. Fucking women was about learning and applying, after all.

Ever since his cock got hard, Long Gen felt it was insatiable, like a damn stud horse, ready to fuck anything that moved.

"Nah, I gotta have standards. No ugly ones, no unsexy bodies, no old hags," Long Gen muttered, eyeing his stirring crotch. "Gotta find a couple fuck buddies..."

The sun climbed, and by ten, it was scorching, peeling skin with its heat. The breeze felt like hot waves slapping his face. After nabbing a few of Chen Tianming's corn cobs and chewing their sweet stalks to quench his thirst, Long Gen was about to leave when someone sneaked into the cornfield.

Huang Cuihua sashayed in, big ass swaying, looking like a thief.

"Heh," Long Gen grinned dumbly. "S-swollen... swollen again..." His crotch tented up.

Huang Cuihua's eyes lit up. She yanked off her top, her big, white boobs spilling out like dangling gourds, her nipples red from Chen Tianming's sucking, hanging to the sides.

"How could I not come? Little Long, I was up half the night thinking about that cock. Come on, Aunt'll suck it, drain the pus, and it won't swell..." She ripped off his pants, and as his cock sprang up, she grabbed it like it was gold, mouth diving in, sucking hard.

Ass up, head bobbing, smack, smack, slurping away.

"Hiss!" Long Gen groaned, pleasure overwhelming.

At just over thirty, this woman was well-kept for a villager—no wrinkles, ass perky like a laying hen. Her slit was too dark, though, with black pussy lips that dulled the appetite. But her skills made up for it!

Her tongue slithered like an eel, wrapping his cock's head. Her mouth tightened, sucking hard, sending a tingling rush through his body!

Long Gen lost control, grabbed Huang Cuihua, shoved her face-down on the ground, ripped off her pants, smeared spit on his cock, and rammed it in from behind!

"Mmm!" Huang Cuihua clenched her teeth, groaning, then moaned with his rhythm.

Slap, slap, slap.

Thud, thud, thud.

Over an hour later, it finally calmed.

Huang Cuihua touched her pussy lips, wincing in pain. Dressing quickly, she said, "Little Long, your brain's getting better, huh? Your eyes are sharper."

"Not fully fixed. All thanks to you, Aunt. Sucking out the pus helps. Come and go, hard to say." Long Gen didn't hide it—he'd used two moves and even poked her asshole, so she probably saw through him. "What, you done with this cock?"

Huang Cuihua waved it off. "No way!"

"I swear I won't tell," She vowed, patting her tits. "Fuck me whenever you want. But not tomorrow—my asshole hurts. Even shitting's gonna hurt. I need a break..."

"No worries, you rest a couple days. Someone else will handle my swelling."

"Who? Who else used that thing?" Huang Cuihua's jealousy flared.

People are selfish—nobody shares a treasure. Who dared steal her prize?

"None of your business." Long Gen rolled his eyes, shook the dirt off his pants, and left the cornfield.

The sun was up, the roads empty. Long Gen dropped the idiot act and headed to the store.

"Shit, I forgot the corn!" He slapped his forehead, nearly home, realizing he left the cobs behind.

"Long Fool, stop right there!"

A furious yell came from behind.

Long Gen turned—it was Chen Ergou. His heart skipped. Did that slut Wu Guihua blab? Does he know I fucked his wife?

"H-hey, Er-Ergou Bro, w-what's up..." Long Gen grinned, stammering.

Chen Ergou gripped a thumb-thick stick, face twisted with rage. "You fucking Long Fool, you dared hit my dad. I'll beat you to death, you bastard!" He charged, swinging the stick.

Long Gen jolted, then bolted. Only an idiot would stand there to get hit.

"Long Fool, stop! Keep running, and I'll kill you!" Chen Ergou chased faster.

A few days ago, Ergou went to the city to plan a deal with friends. Back today to talk to his dad, he found him bedridden, face battered. Learning it was Long Fool's doing, he grabbed a stick and hunted him down. No way he'd let him off!

"Fucker runs like a rabbit," Chen Ergou cursed, chasing harder.

Long Gen ran, plotting. One-on-one, stick or not, even a cleaver wouldn't scare him. But playing dumb? He needed a plan.

"Got it." Long Gen grinned, changing direction.

Chen Ergou followed, smirking as he saw the rice paddies ahead—no escape.

At the edge, Long Gen turned, feigning panic, begging, "Ergou Bro, I-I didn't hit anyone... d-don't hit me... it hurts..."

"You hit my dad, and that's it?" Chen Ergou sneered, cocky. "If I don't teach you a lesson, I'm a spineless fuck!"

He swung the stick, aiming for Long Gen.

Long Gen leaned back, dodging with a yelp, then kicked out, tripping Ergou. He flew forward, planting face-first into the paddy.

Long Gen stood, watching Ergou flail in the mud, clapping his hands with a grin and strolling off. This loser wants to fight me? Dream on.

"Hmph, beating your dad's nothing! I fucked your dad's wife—your stepmom. Oh, and your wife too, you dumb fuck..." Long Gen muttered, seeing no one around, and slipped away, leaving Ergou struggling in the field.