The next morning, Long Gen woke up early, naturally catching an earful from his cousin-aunt. After some groping and teasing, Shen Lijuan surrendered, completely worn out.
Shen Lijuan headed out. The village was building a temporary warehouse to store cement and such, waiting for the rainy season to pass before fixing the roads. As the village party secretary, Shen Lijuan had to supervise. That old creep Li Sanchou couldn't be fully trusted.
Long Gen scarfed down a quick breakfast, plopped down in the store, and sent a couple of sleazy texts to He Jingwen. Smirking, he snapped his phone shut and grabbed a book to flip through.
*The Spring Palace*, A real gem. Though yellowed with age, its essence remained—a record of thousands of years of Chinese heritage. The positions inside were honed through countless experiments by ancestors, making them priceless!
The book also detailed a killer technique called "Immortal Hand," basically using your hands to get a woman off or to tease her pussy into a frenzy.
Then there was the sixteen-word mantra: "Nine shallow, one deep, three right, three left, sway like an eel, advance like a leech." Long Gen slapped his head, his crotch bulging, marveling at how their ancestors nailed it so perfectly.
"Hmm, gotta practice that Immortal Hand sometime. Once I master it, those little sluts will be done for with just a couple of gropes! Then I whip out the big rod—tch, tch, tch—blind their damn eyes!"
"Lijuan, big sis, you home? It's Mo Yan. Lijuan, big sis…"
Right then, Mo Yan limped in, wearing a white coat, hobbling along.
Long Gen looked up and grinned. This bitch had it coming! He'd planned to fuck her good, but she tried to pay him off with ten bucks. Fuck that! Was he some cheap gigolo? Two grand minimum, not a cent less! In his rage, he'd wrecked her backdoor.
"What's she doing here now? Looking for a fuck…" Long Gen rubbed his chin, standing up from behind the counter, flashing Mo Yan a sleazy grin.
His pearly whites sent a chill down her spine, like a venomous snake eyeing her with a hint of perversion.
But Mo Yan wasn't scared. She strutted up, smirked, and glanced around. Seeing no one, she said, "You little shit, Long Gen. Not a damn thing wrong with you, yet you played dumb and fucked me! Hmph, so what's the deal now?"
She might not have brought it up, but mentioning it made even her thick-skinned face flush. This little bastard didn't fuck her pussy—he went straight for her asshole, hurting like hell. Forget shitting; sitting on a stool was agony. Good thing she'd brought some anti-inflammatory cream to ease the pain.
And she'd had to blow his nasty, black cock too. Even now, her mouth still tasted like piss, and she could barely eat!
"Huh?"
Long Gen blinked. This was the first woman to call him out so bluntly. What's her game? Actually here to settle the score?
He mulled it over. Better not admit to faking dumb. He'd play it off, act stupid here and there. His cousin-aunt was the village secretary—who'd dare question her word?
What could this city chick do? Just a doctor. He Jingwen was a township head, and he'd still fucked her! Screw her attitude. Once Grandpa Long's Dragon Claw Hand and Immortal Hand got to work, she'd be begging for more.
"Heh, morning, Dr. Mo. What're you buying? Tell me, I'll grab it." Long Gen gave a cheerful greeting, playing dumb like he knew nothing.
*Smack!*
Mo Yan's eyes widened, glaring, her plump tits heaving under her white coat like they were startled and trying to escape.
"You little bastard, still playing dumb? You fucked me and think that's it?"
"Heh, look at you, talking like that."
Long Gen's heart skipped. Her shouting might draw attention, and if word got out, his days of sneaking around would be fucked. Gotta be careful banging other men's women.
He stepped forward, tugging Mo Yan's elbow, his fingers "accidentally" poking her full, soft tits. They bounced right back. Damn, well-maintained.
"You little shit!" Her eyes flared, ready to explode again.
Long Gen's fingers darted to her armpit, tickling lightly.
"Pfft, haha, stop, stop it, hahaha…" Mo Yan burst out laughing, her big melons jiggling wildly, unable to dodge as her curvy body collapsed into Long Gen's arms.
"Stop, stop, it tickles… hahaha…"
Long Gen smirked inwardly. This chick was easy to handle. Just a couple moves, and she was done for. She wouldn't get a word in now.
His hands grabbed her big tits, kneading and tugging, circling like he was drawing rings. With a hard squeeze, Mo Yan let out a heavy moan.
"Mmph…" Her body heated up, eyes shimmering with lust.
Truth be told, Mo Yan had a plan coming here. That evening, she'd felt the power of his massive cock, fucking her senseless, but he hadn't hit her pussy. What woman wouldn't crave a huge dick, especially after getting a taste?
Her asshole wasn't hurting anymore, so she came to the store, hoping for another round with Little Long. Worth the trip. Her bold yelling was just to set up for a better fuck…
"Mmph, ugh… Little Long, easy, it hurts…" she whimpered, her small hand sliding to his crotch, gripping the bulging tent like an unclimbable mountain. Hard as steel, hot as fire—a world-class cock!
Her hand slipped into his pants, stroking the big rod, feeling its scorching heat. Her mind raced, heart pounding. What a fucking monster!
"Dr. Mo, these tits are huge. Full of milk or what? So damn soft…" Long Gen acted like he'd discovered gold.
He unbuttoned her white coat, peeking inside. Holy shit, a black bra cradled two snowy peaks, a deep valley between them. A light pinch and release sent waves rippling through her flesh, gorgeous as hell. Two dark nipples poked through the bra like shiny black eyes, hardening with a squeeze.
"Hiss, Little Long, don't pinch my nipples… hurts… ugh, mmph…" Mo Yan wiggled her ass, grinding against his cock.
The big rod slid through with ease, looking like Mo Yan was riding it mid-air, the snake's head poking out, flicking its tongue.
The scorching cock rubbed through her crotch seam, back and forth, making wet "squelch" sounds through the fabric. A stream of hot juice trickled out.
The ancients had "rubbing sticks for fire"; now there was "big rod churning water, striking oil!"
Long Gen wasn't stopping. A woman throwing herself at him? Fuck her for free. If he didn't screw this bitch into submission, what if she blabbed later? That'd screw him over.
So he went all-in with the Immortal Hand's godly technique!
His index finger hooked, sliding behind her fat ass cheeks, pressing hard against her slit. He followed the book—nine shallow, one deep, grinding away. Just as Mo Yan was basking in the pleasure, he thrust hard. Her body shuddered, like her soul was trembling.
That kind of thrill was what women craved!
Why do women cheat? For the fucking rush!
"Ugh, ah… ugh… Little Long, I want, I want… ugh, give me, give me your big cock… ugh…"
Knowing her pussy was dripping, Mo Yan nearly collapsed. Long Gen finally pulled back his hand.
"Dr. Mo, if I fuck you, you won't say I took advantage, right?" he asked, his hands still busy, eyeing her round ass.
Her slit was dark, sure, but the white cream oozing out was top-notch lube. Fucking her would feel amazing! That ass had killer bounce!
"Ugh, no, I won't… Little Long, quick, stick it in… ugh, I need it…" Mo Yan stomped her feet, desperate. When she couldn't grab his cock, she started fingering herself.
But that didn't help. The more she dug, the itchier it got, more juice pouring out. Whimpering, she stuck her ass out, begging to be fucked.
"But…" Long Gen frowned, playing coy.
"Mmph, what's wrong? What is it?" Mo Yan was frantic. Why was this guy stalling? She was handing him her pussy, and he's hemming and hawing? Country folks, so damn slow. "Whatever it is, just say it. I'll agree to anything… ugh, fuck me, my little ancestor…"
"Sigh, fine, I'll put out your fire then!"
With a dramatic sigh, like a saint saving the day, he shook his cock, aimed at her wet hole, and thrust hard.
"Ah… ah… feels good, so good…"
Mo Yan's eyes bulged as she howled, hands braced on the counter, wildly shaking her ass.
"Hiss!"
Long Gen took a deep breath. This chick was older, her pussy lips dark, but inside was tight as hell—tighter than Wu Guilan's! It gripped his cock, feeling insanely good.
He caressed her ass, controlling the perfect force and depth—three shallow, one deep, then nine shallow, one deep. By the end, every thrust hit her core, pulling out waves of scalding heat!
"Ahh, Little Long, faster, faster, more… ugh, so good, so fucking good… I'm dying…"
*Smack, smack, smack!*
Long Gen went harder!
Good thing the store was empty at this hour, or the noise would've made people think something wild was happening in there…
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