Suppressing the aching bulge in his crotch, Long Gen carefully put Xiaofang's bra back on, pulled up her shorts, and used his tank top to wipe the blood splattered everywhere below.
"Ouch, it hurts…" Xiaofang winced, her delicate brows furrowing. Standing, her legs splayed outward, the spot below burning like a massive club had forcibly split them apart, agonizingly uncomfortable.
"Here, I'll carry you." Heart aching for Xiaofang, Long Gen bent down, hoisting her onto his back. His hands gripped her plump cheeks, giving a light squeeze—still beautifully elastic. A finger grazed her crack, and Xiaofang's body twisted.
"Little Long, stop… don't mess around, it hurts like hell down there…" Xiaofang's body warmed, recalling the earlier bliss, like floating in paradise, only to be ruined by searing pain. She felt a twinge of anger.
Stupid Long Gen said it'd feel good—why'd it hurt? It was excruciating, so damn frustrating!
"Heh heh," Long Gen chuckled wickedly, kneading her full, perky cheeks. On his back, her legs spread, her little ass widening. Her tiny hole was his to touch as he pleased.
"Xiaofang, the first time hurts a bit, but next time it'll be fine. Rest a couple days, and we'll fuck again…"
"Pfft!" Xiaofang spat lightly, nestled on Long Gen's sturdy shoulders, savoring the earlier dreamy ecstasy. Her face flushed, burying into his broad, warm back, sleepiness creeping in.
Uncle Sanshui and his wife were at the village entrance watching the movie—rural folks, with little access to TV, loved this stuff. Even with TVs, it was just two channels, boring as hell. Movies were different: those foreign chicks, tall, with huge tits bouncing, blue eyes like natural seductresses. So thrilling!
"Xiaofang, rest early, wipe down there with warm water. I'm heading back. Don't let Uncle Sanshui see." Long Gen set Xiaofang on her bed, pressing his crotch, and left.
After half the night in the woods, thrusting once and pulling out, he couldn't go back in. It left Long Gen itching all over, brimming with energy but nowhere to release it. Xiaofang was in pain, but his throbbing rod was a pressing issue, desperately needing a fix.
The village movie was nearly over; soon, folks would head home. Huang Cuihua was a no-go, and Wu Guihua's place was out too. He had two sweet girls at home, but their frail bodies couldn't handle half an hour—his crotch beast wouldn't get its release.
"Right, Chen Xianglian! That woman's older, been shoving cucumbers and eggplants up there for years—her hole's deep, can take a pounding." With a plan, Long Gen crossed the riverbank, heading to Chen Xianglian's under the big moon.
Chen Xianglian, widowed years ago, raised her daughter single-handedly, no small feat. But the widow label wasn't kind, and she was shunned. Most capable villagers had moved away, leaving her in the remote north end, nearly deserted.
"She's still up?" On the road to Chen Xianglian's house, Long Gen saw a yellow lamp glowing, startling him. Damn, someone else after her already? After tasting my big banana, she'd settle for someone's toothpick?
Gotta check it out!
As night fell, after tidying up, Chen Xianglian climbed into bed early. She'd wanted to see the movie, but her house was too far from the village center, and the area was too isolated—leaving risked trouble. So she stayed, but once in bed, sleep wouldn't come.
Last night, that massive cock pounded her for over an hour, leaving her drained. She didn't get up till sunrise. That feeling—stuffing her full, no gaps, each thrust pulling out white fluid.
Slurp slurp
It sent her to heaven!
Thinking of it, her lower parts gushed. Only last night did Chen Xianglian realize how unfulfilled she'd been. Decades alive, she'd tasted a woman's bliss just once. Those dog-men before? Their things weren't even dicks—worse than cucumbers.
Sigh, why hasn't Little Long come? Didn't he say he'd fuck me daily? Chen Xianglian frowned, her mood dimming. Does he think I'm too old?
She slid off the bed, throwing on a tank top, wearing only panties below. Her two big boobs sagged from her chest, cherries shriveled, dark, and stiff—no beauty left.
Smoothing her hair, she studied her face in the mirror. Crow's feet crept up her forehead, and she sighed.
"Old, so old." Standing, her wide hips swayed, cheeks jiggling. She peered out the window, saw no one, and crawled back into bed, pulling the blanket over.
Trying to sleep, her mind replayed that big rod, black and thrusting, so damn good. Cursing herself for shamelessness, she couldn't quell her lust, grabbing a cucumber from the windowsill and shoving it in.
"Ah, mmm…"
Her body trembled. The cucumber, unpeeled and prickly, stung slightly, but compared to that tight, full sensation, the pain felt like pleasure.
Shlick shlick—after a few thrusts, Chen Xianglian couldn't take it, collapsing, soaking the kang.
"Oh, Little Long, where are you? Come save your auntie, I'm dying here…" Chen Xianglian grimaced, her hands weak, her hole gripping the cucumber. Pulling it out or pushing deeper took too much effort, her body burning like fire.
Creak!
The door swung open, a burly figure stepping in. Chen Xianglian's eyes didn't hit the face but locked on the crotch.
The man's crotch bulge, loose shorts stretched tight, like a club was stuffed inside.
"Little Long… you're here… quick, pound your auntie, down there… ah…" With newfound strength, Chen Xianglian yanked out the cucumber. "Itching… itching to death… quick, fuck me… ah…"
Long Gen dropped his shorts, his big rod leading the way to the kang. He ripped off her blanket and tank top, spread her legs, and saw her gushing.
Slap slap slap
He jammed his finger in, stirring more flow.
"Aaahhh…" Chen Xianglian's boobs quivered, her wails dripping with lust.
Pulling out, Long Gen flicked the droplets off his finger, grinning, "How'd you get this slutty? Alright, let's fuck…"
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