Country Weapon-Chapter 38

Relying on mountains for food, relying on water for sustenance, Shanghe Village had both. Beyond scratching a living from the yellow dirt year-round, villagers often fished the river or hunted game in the hills.

The river in Shanghe Village teemed with naturally grown fish—small but flavorful, fetching a good price. But wild fish were scarce. Poor villagers, seeing fish and shrimp as cash, quickly fished them out. Rarity made them valuable, but when even a trace of fish vanished, the species was done for. That income stream was dead.

Yet Long Gen could catch fish anytime. His skill was unmatched, and he knew the right spots.

Upstream, the river led to a deep, old forest few villagers dared enter—not even hunters with guns. Rumors spoke of spotted leopards ready to devour anyone.

"Bullshit!" Long Gen scoffed. In a village so small you could smell someone's stew from across the way, a leopard on that scrubby hill?

Only Long Gen knew the stream's source was in those mountains, where fish, shrimp, and turtles flowed out. That's why he always caught big turtles to stew at home—how else could his cock grow so massive? freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

"Mmm... ah... mmm... oh..."

Suddenly, intermittent moans and grunts echoed. Long Gen froze, familiar with the sound—he'd just heard Huang Cuihua's cries earlier.

But what puzzled him was, who else dared sneak a fling in broad daylight? Which woman was bold enough to cheat, ignoring his perfect cock?

Following the sounds, Long Gen crept into the forest. A big yellow ox was tied to a tree, glancing at him before grazing. The moans grew louder.

"That's Wei Wenwu's ox!" Long Gen recognized it—only the village chief's family had one.

"Mmm... ah... ah... slap, slap, slap..." Wet sounds mingled with rapid breaths nearing climax. Not wanting to miss the show, Long Gen hurried forward.

"Ah, it's that vixen Yang Ying!"

In the woods, Yang Ying was stark naked, leaning against a tree root. Her left hand kneaded her heavy breast like dough for steamed buns, while her right plunged between her thighs, pumping fiercely. Wet slaps brought forth spurts of white fluid!

"Ahhh... mmm..." Yang Ying's eyes were hazy with lust, her expression a mix of pleasure and pain, her lips bitten raw. Her thighs clenched, then trembled.

"Tch, tch, tch. How useless must Niu Da be to leave this vixen so starved?" Long Gen cursed under his breath, stepping out. He was definitely fucking Yang Ying today!

"Ying, Sister Ying, what... what're you doing?" Long Gen feigned shock, rushing over and yanking away her hand from her pussy.

"You've torn your thing down there! Look at all this water, gushing out..."

Startled by the sudden figure, Yang Ying was annoyed to see Long Gen. Her body tingled, drained of strength, her pussy slick with fluid.

"Long Fool, what're you doing here?"

Yang Ying didn't bother covering her pale breasts. Even if a man fucked her in front of this idiot, he wouldn't get it—that spot could feel that good!

"Just... passing by..." Long Gen slurped back his drool, eyeing Yang Ying's pussy.

At eighteen, Yang Ying was the village's youngest bride. Everyone thought Niu Da would have her limping from his pounding, but he was a dud—good to look at, useless in bed. Yang Ying often took matters into her own hands at night.

Today, out grazing the ox, she tied it up to relieve herself. Seeing no one around, her lust took over, and she squatted to pleasure herself. The spot was remote—no one would hear. But as her itch grew and her moans loudened, she drew Long Gen in.

"Sister... Sister Ying," Long Gen stammered, pointing at the gushing slit between her spread legs.

The slit kept flowing, sticky fluid clinging to curly black hair, two butterfly-wing lips splayed on either side.

"How'd you lose your little cock? How... How'll you pee now? Quick, give me your cock, I'll... I'll put it back..."

"Pfft!" "Hahaha!" Yang Ying clutched her stomach, her breasts bouncing, nearly choking with laughter. A cock? Women don't have cocks! Why hadn't she noticed how funny Long Fool was?

"Laugh? What's so funny?"

Long Gen frowned, feigning earnestness. He covered her slit with his hand, urging, "Quick, block it! It's... it's still leaking... block it up..."

Stammering, he pressed harder, pushing the lips inward. Sticky paste oozed through his fingers!

"Mmm..."

His big hand smothered her pussy, sending a tingle through her, and she let out an involuntary moan.

"Little Long, stick your fingers in... block it for Sister Ying..." Yang Ying batted her eyes, swaying her hips.

Fingering herself was exhausting. A fool like him was perfect to help! These days, fools were easy to trick. If only his thing worked—what a shame he was impotent!

Long Gen didn't hesitate, parting her legs and sliding in a finger. The cavernous hole had clearly taken big cocks before. Without pause, he shoved in two fingers, thrusting deep!

"Ah..." Yang Ying's eyes widened, her pussy scratched by his nails, letting out a moan that sounded like pleasure.

Slap, slap, slap!

Long Gen pumped, and Yang Ying's moans grew incessant. Her thighs clamped, and a gush of fluid burst out like a broken dam!

"Sister Ying, your hole's too... too big. I need a big cock to plug it, stop the water. Okay?"

'Mmm, okay, find a big cock,' Yang Ying thought eagerly. A big cock would do—as long as it felt good, anything worked. "Little Long, get a thick, smooth one, not a small, prickly one..."

"Like this one?"

Long Gen looked troubled, frowning as if deep in thought, then perked up. "Sister Ying, I know where to find a big, thick, hard cock!"

"Where? Quick, get me one!" Yang Ying urged.

"I've got one right here!"

With a whoosh, Long Gen yanked down his pants, revealing a dark, menacing cock standing proud in the grass—majestic, powerful!

"Ah!" Yang Ying gasped, nearly fainting from shock!

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