Country Weapon-Chapter 24

A gentle evening breeze swept away the day's stifling heat, bringing a touch of coolness. At the village entrance, a white screen was set up again. As dusk fell, the crackling sound of a worn-out speaker blared.

The open-air movie ran for three days, and tonight was the second. Nearly nine out of ten villagers flocked to join the fun. First, the countryside had few TVs, and folks hadn't seen much of the outside world. Second, long nights dragged on with nothing to do—besides fucking their wives on the kang, what else was there?

Three hundred sixty-five days a year, minus a few dozen for menstruation, left over three hundred nights of fucking. After a while, even that got old. Didn't the song say "wildflowers smell sweeter"? So, as night fell, half the village showed up. Why not? Watching the screen, they realized the movie women were far prettier than the wives they banged daily—such smooth, tender skin, they'd hesitate to whip out their dicks.

But there were exceptions, like Shen Lijuan and her sister minding the shop. Business was slow, but they had to stay. The sisters watched TV, munching sunflower seeds, gossiping about Long Gen's crotch monster. How was it that big?

Thick and long like a rolling pin for dough, Shen Lijuan and her sister shuddered thinking about it. How had that beast fit in such a tiny hole without killing them?

"Sis, it's fine. Little Long fucked us, so what? He's family—keep the good stuff in the family, right? Plus, I heard old folks say the bigger the dick, the stronger the guy's life force. The kids come out chubby and healthy, no illnesses," Shen Lihong said, accepting it over the past few days. Not only did she enjoy the thrill of womanhood, but she could also borrow his seed for a kid—why not?

Thinking of Long Gen's hairy crotch beast, then her own husband, Shen Lihong realized two years of marriage had been like scratching an itch. Past an inch, her hole was practically untouched...

"Ugh, why're my ears burning? Someone talking shit about me?" On the riverbank, a shadowy figure emerged—Long Gen.

Wearing loose shorts and a white tank top, Long Gen headed upstream, muttering under his breath.

"What's up with Xiaofang, asking me to meet at the jujube grove? She can't really expect me to take responsibility, can she? Groping tits doesn't get you pregnant. Hmm, I'll check it out. If I get a chance, I'll bang her. If someone proposes and takes her away, I'm fucked. This dish is mine, and no bastard's touching it!"

Decision made, Long Gen spotted Xiaofang sitting by the jujube grove. The night breeze tousled her hair, a faint fragrance wafting over. In the moonlight, her pretty face glowed even more, with a slim waist and yurt-like mounds...

"X-Xiaofang, you're here..." Long Gen didn't dare play dumb—not after groping her. But speaking up, he felt a twinge of guilt.

Rural folks valued reputation, especially for unmarried girls. A virgin getting felt up, even down below, would leave a knot in her heart, right?

"Little Long, is your head working right now? Village folks say your... pissing thing... is that fake too?" Xiaofang lowered her head, her face surely red.

Long Gen scratched his head, puffed out his belly, his crotch bulging slightly. Just as he opened his mouth—

Suddenly, a crackle came from the jujube grove. Listening closely, low moans and gasps reached his ears. Long Gen got it instantly—someone was eating wild game, having a field romp.

Damn, what a spot! fuck once, grab a couple of jujubes to munch—fills your belly, boosts your stamina. Perfect.

"I..." Xiaofang's face burned, ready to bolt, but Long Gen clamped a hand over her mouth.

He knew she wouldn't struggle. One, someone was banging in the grove—easy to get caught. Two, with his strength, even two Xiaofangs couldn't stop him if he forced it.

"Shh, let's listen and learn some tricks. Come on," Long Gen whispered, pulling Xiaofang along, quietly slipping through the grove's fence, tiptoeing in.

Xiaofang's face was scarlet, head down, letting Long Gen lead. His strong grip felt oddly safe.

"Mmm, hmph, ah!" Slap slap slap!

In the grove's center, under cool moonlight, two pale bodies clung tightly, the woman in a Guanyin-sitting-on-lotus pose, neck arched, wildly grinding her massive cheeks. She slammed up and down on his thighs, then shook her hips like a motor, while the man kneaded her pale cotton balls, howling "Ohh, ahh!" Clearly, he was in heaven.

Long Gen watched, entranced. In the moonlight, the woman's naked curves were stunning—big tits, perky ass, fair skin, long black hair whipping with her trembling body, scattering in the breeze.

Gulp

Long Gen swallowed hard, pressing down his crotch. That thing couldn't handle women, especially hot ones, and watching a live show without action was torture.

"Little Long..." As the couple's ecstatic moans grew wilder, Xiaofang blushed, her palms sweaty, tugging Long Gen to leave.

But Long Gen's eyes were glued, ignoring her.

The couple hit a stormy sprint, her little cheeks slamming his thighs, his balls crying out.

"Ah... whew..."

The storm passed. The woman collapsed on the man, panting heavily, round one done. He pinched her perky ass.

After three or five minutes, she sat up, stroking his dark crotch thing, grumbling, "Why's it soft again? Didn't you eat two bull dicks for dinner? One round, twenty minutes, and you're done?"

"Ahem, I'm getting old, haven't moved like this in a while. Gimme a break," The man coughed, embarrassed.

Long Gen frowned. The woman's voice was unfamiliar, but the man's sounded so familiar—yet he couldn't place it.

"I'll pick you some jujubes, then we'll go again. Deal?" The woman said.

"Fine, one more round," The man replied, sounding like he was facing death.

Long Gen saw his chance, quietly pulling Xiaofang out of the grove. Staying longer risked getting caught. He didn't care, but what about Xiaofang?

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