When Long Gen crawled out of bed, the sun was already high, scorching the earth with its fiery red glow. Poor folks could only fan themselves with palm leaves to cool off.
Yawning and stretching, he shuffled to the bathroom to take a piss. His cock was rock-hard, like a damn steel rod. He gave it a squeeze—*fuck*, it was like a faucet, gushing out a yellow stream, the sharp stench of urine filling the air.
"Goddamn, last night I nearly fucked the whole car over, and it's still this hard?" He muttered, grumbling to himself. "Ugh, better head back to the village soon. aunt's probably worried."
He tidied up and left the hotel. The room was booked by He Jingwen—damn comfortable, with AC and all, like springtime inside. But as he stepped outside, the heat made him want to strip shirtless and walk barefoot like a farmer.
"Time to check on Wang Erniu's wife. Erniu's not home, so I'll fuck her good!" Long Gen flashed a wicked grin, setting off toward Wang Erniu's supermarket.
Wang Erniu's business was solid—a wholesale spot for snacks and goods. Nearby villages came to stock up. Prices were fair, but the real perk was home delivery. Farmers were busy; trekking back and forth wasted time and bus fare. Save where you can. That's how aunt figured it too.
Long Gen saw it differently. You gotta get out to see the world. A frog in a well's got no future.
Around 10 a.m., he reached Erniu's shop. Business was slow, no sign of Erniu's truck—probably out delivering or picking up stock. Huang Juan sat with her legs crossed, munching sunflower seeds, eyes glued to the TV.
Her green dress hugged her figure, two small peaks poking at her chest, and her smooth, white calves looked soft as tofu. Her ass pressed into the chair—hard to tell if it was perky, but it sure wasn't small.
"Boss lady, is, uh, Erniu around?" Long Gen stepped in, his bulge straining his pants, playing the village idiot with a goofy grin, drool slipping down his chin.
Huang Juan looked up. Wasn't this the dimwit from that village? Erniu said his aunt was a regular customer. Gotta be nice. She smiled softly. "Nope, out delivering. Probably back this afternoon. What's up?"
Her smile was pretty as hell—fair face, shallow dimples blooming like flowers, sharp chin adding a cute charm.
'Delivering? Back in the afternoon? Tsk tsk, looks like fate wants me to fuck your wife, Erniu. Don't blame me!' Long Gen snickered in his head, stepping closer.
"Uh, aunt said we need more stock, uh, what's it called… I forgot. You got a… a list or something? Let me see…" He stammered, barely getting the words out.
Business! Huang Juan perked up and went inside to grab the inventory list. Who says no to money these days?
Long Gen seized the moment, pulling a packet of powder from his pocket and dumping it into her cup. "Wang Erniu, don't say I'm not loyal. You tried drugging my aunt, so I'm turning the tables. Let's see how your wife reacts!" He muttered with a sly grin.
The powder came from Yang Ting—supposedly potent stuff. People bought it up like crazy. One sip, and women went wild, fingering themselves or even shoving sticks down there.
He swirled the cup, then sat, looking around like a country bumpkin in the city, playing dumb. Huang Juan sashayed back, list in hand, muttering, "Shanghe Village, shipment list. Yeah, this is it. Here, take a look…"
Long Gen took the list, accidentally brushing her soft, pale hand—smooth as jade. City women were different, unworked, unburned by the sun, with a faint soap scent. Damn, it was nice.
"Oh, okay, let me see, hehe…" He chuckled stupidly, pretending to study the list, eyes wide like cowbells, sneaking glances.
Huang Juan chugged the cup, gulping down half the water. Her slender neck gleamed, a gold necklace catching the light. As she tilted her head, her chest mounds stood out more.
Honestly, Huang Juan's tits weren't huge—not perky or overflowing. But paired with her sunny face and that youthful vibe, they were damn tempting.
Fantasizing, Long Gen blurted, "Boss… boss lady, can you read it? I, uh, can't read…"
"Why's it so hot?" Huang Juan fanned herself. Minutes after drinking, her face flushed, body burning, itching to rip her clothes off. But she held it together. "Oh, sure, let me read it…"
Taking the list, she shook her head. Why was she dizzy? The words doubled, crawling like ants.
"Ugh, hold on, I need to splash my face. So hot…" Her mind clouded, head heavy, body feverish, like a bad cold. She wanted to strip.
Stumbling inside, Long Gen glanced around—no one. He followed.
Erniu's shop was like Yang Ting's: storefront out front, bedroom, kitchen, and bathroom in back, cluttered with junk, not exactly tidy.
"Mmm…" A moan stopped Long Gen cold. The drug was insane—barely minutes in, and she was already at it.
Skirt hiked, legs spread, panties torn off, Huang Juan's fingers worked her thick, fleshy lips. Her pink slit glistened, dripping onto the bed, her moans soft and constant.
Long Gen shut the door, his cock throbbing, and approached, touching her burning cheek—hot as a kettle.
"Mmm, fuck… fuck me…" Huang Juan slurred, eyes half-closed, sensing someone. "Husband, give it to me… I need it…"
Her hand grabbed his crotch. Long Gen didn't hold back, sliding his palm under her skirt, climbing to her small mounds, kneading hard.
Her tits were petite, but the nipples stood firm, like grapes in his hands.
"Mmm, ohhh…" Huang Juan moaned, writhing, begging. "Husband, fuck me… I want it…"
Long Gen frowned. She was burning up—might literally combust. *Lust can kill*, they say. She downed the whole dose. If he didn't fuck her, she could die.
That jolted him. Drugging her was shady enough—letting her die would be straight-up evil.
He yanked out his cock, aimed at her slit, and thrust in with a *schlick*. No finesse, just raw need to save her.
"Ah!" Huang Juan screamed, eyes wide, clutching Long Gen's back, nails digging in from the pain.
He grimaced but kept going. Erniu said they'd been married nearly three years—how was her pussy this tight? Barely used, pink and snug. Without his cock's skill, he might not have gotten in.
*Slap, slap, slap.*
He pounded fast, stripping her dress. Her bun-sized tits bounced free, small enough to cup in one hand, but the pink nipples looked untouched.
"Ahhh, husband, slower… please…" She gasped.
Her face flushed again, moaning, begging, as the room filled with her wild screams. His cock was too long, hitting deep, stirring her insides.
"Ahhh, husband, I'm close… harder… fuck me!" She moaned.
*Thud, thud, thud.*
Long Gen slammed in, hitting her core. A hot gush flooded out, and his cock hit its peak.
"Ahhh…"
Her cries faded, arms falling limp, body splayed, drenched in sweat, chest heaving, stomach trembling.
White foam oozed from her twitching slit, the lips swollen red from his pounding.
Zipping up, Long Gen chuckled, leaving her trembling, naked body on the bed, softly moaning, like a scene from a porn flick.
"Heh, Erniu, thought you could drug my aunt? Sorry, your wife's not bad—just a bit small in the chest…" Long Gen glanced around, saw no one, and headed for the bus station, muttering, "Plenty more women in the village waiting for Grandpa Long's cock. Next time, I'll—"
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