Xiaofang stayed at the hotel for two days before heading back to school. Not that she didn't want to return—she literally couldn't walk. Her pussy felt torn, stinging like hell. Forget teaching; even peeing hurt, her swollen lips like sausages.
When she wanted to leave, Long Gen didn't stop her. Chen Tiansong was out of the picture, so no creeps were after her at school. Plus, he had his own shit to handle.
Since he was in town, he had to visit He Jingwen. That woman was good to him, freshly divorced, lonely as fuck in heart and body. Without his big cock stirring things up, how'd she get by?
He also needed to grab some "electric boyfriends." TV ads always hyped shit that made men last longer, fuck all night, or grow their dicks—twice, thrice, into bullwhips, no problem.
"Hmm, my cock's plenty fat, but I gotta get an electric boyfriend. Makes banging Wu Guilan and her sisters easier. Oh, and Miao Hong's three sluts—each hornier than the last. Time for some new tricks!"
"Damn, how'd I forget that!"
Long Gen slapped his thigh, pissed at himself.
That Wang Erniu was scheming to drug his aunt! That couldn't slide!
"Right, buy the electric boyfriend, then fuck Wang Erniu's wife first! Dare eye my aunt? I'll fuck your woman to death! Fuck!" Long Gen cursed, storming out. Before leaving, the pretty clerk flashed a flirty smile, winking at him.
Long Gen didn't hold back, pinching her ass and muttering, "Kinda small, and your asshole's loose. Been fucked plenty, huh?"
Her face flushed red, and she bolted.
"Heh." Long Gen chuckled, heading out.
His cock wasn't starving anymore—not every woman was worth fucking. Needed taste, a challenge!
After lunch, the heat was brutal, his scalp tingling, but Long Gen didn't care—village life toughened him. Carrying half a bottle of mineral water, he ducked into an alley. A meter-long sign read "Adult Products," with a busty woman in the background, grabbing her big tits, licking her lips, radiating "fuck me" vibes.
"Damn, tucked away like it's shameful." Muttering, Long Gen stepped inside.
The shop was small, barely ten square meters. Shelves were stacked with condoms—Long Gen recognized them, like the ones Mo Yan used on his cock. Nearby, small boxes boasted "Super Viagra" and "Grow Big Overnight," hyping miracles.
"Fuck, grow big overnight? Is that real? Wouldn't the world be full of big dicks?" He mumbled, looking around. Where's the boss?
*Bang, bang, bang.* He rapped the counter, yelling, "Yo, anyone here? Boss around? Are you selling or not? I'll just take shit and go!"
*Bang, bang, bang.* "Boss here?"
He was about to leave when the curtain parted, and someone walked in.
'Whoa, this chick's hot!' Bored from waiting, Long Gen's eyes lit up.
He'd thought a guy would run a shop like this—women would be too shy. But this woman was a stunner, like Mo Yan—big tits, nice ass, face caked in makeup, pale as hell.
In high-heeled sandals, her legs looked longer, her miniskirt showing off white, round thighs, tempting him to peek inside. A low-cut, sheer sweater hinted at pale skin, her massive melons squeezing out a wobbly cleavage. Curly hair draped her shoulders, oozing charm.
"Quit yelling! It's noon—let people nap!" The hot boss wasn't thrilled, yawning, her twin peaks jiggling.
"Heh, I'm buying stuff." Long Gen grinned. "Got any electric boyfriends? For women. Gimme two!"
"Electric boyfriends?"
She sized him up—rough clothes, burly build, but a dumb look. Some poor kid from the sticks, probably with a limp dick, needing toys so young!
"Wait, I'll grab 'em." She sneered but business was business. Twisting her ass, she squatted by a shelf—red panties!
"Here, electric boyfriends. Sixty each, hundred-twenty for two. Pay up." She stretched out her hand, pale and plump, like Tian Cuifen's, but softer.
Long Gen frowned, annoyed.
Yeah, he interrupted her nap, but demanding cash like that? He hadn't even checked the goods!
"Here, hundred-twenty! But how's it work? Explain." He fiddled with the electric boyfriend, confused.
Looked like the ones in the porn vids, but how do you use it? The flicks didn't come with manuals.
"Hillbilly! Gimme." The boss, impatient, snatched it, popped in batteries, and twisted the switch. It buzzed, tingling in her hand.
"Oh, like that." Long Gen scratched his head, getting it. "But it's electric, sure. Where's it go?"
"In your woman's crotch! Got it, hillbilly?" She was done.
Can't use it? I'm not stripping to demo it for you, endless bastard!
"Fuck, another limp dick! Can't even use an electric boyfriend, hillbilly!" She muttered, stomping to the back, her round ass swaying.
Fuck, this slut's got some nerve! Calling him limp? With a super cock in his pants, how dare she look down on him?
"Hey, who's limp? Come out!" Long Gen snapped, banging the counter. He'd drop his pants to prove it—his cock was a golden staff, not some soft shit!
*Bang, bang, bang.* "Come out, say it clear! Who's limp?"
"What's your deal? I gave you the stuff, now fuck off! Hillbilly, yeah, I said you're limp! So what?" The boss wasn't backing down.
Hands on hips, tits thrust out, she had the vibe of a street shrew!
"If you weren't limp, why buy an electric boyfriend? Can't get it up? Keep it low-key, don't embarrass yourself! I'm ashamed of you!"
"Get out! Stop ruining my nap, annoying as hell!" She shoved him, ready to slap him.
What's with this guy? Poor, fine. Hillbilly, fine. But your dick doesn't work, and you're yelling about it? Buying an electric boyfriend's something to brag about?
To Long Gen, what's wrong with buying one? Why's it shameful? What logic—buying a toy means he's limp?
"Fuck, I'll show you I ain't limp! Damn it!" He was pissed.
*Swoosh.* He yanked down his pants.
A black, massive cock sprang back, smacking his bare belly with a *slap*!
"Ah!"
The boss gasped, sucking in air, covering her mouth, stumbling back to the wall.
What… What was that? A huge fucking cock, black as a python, standing tall in a jungle of dark pubes. Proud, majestic!
Like a general inspecting his troops!
"No way… how's it so… so big? Impossible!" She snapped out of it, realizing it was a man's cock.
"You… you've got that monster, why buy an electric boyfriend? Your woman's not satisfied?" She stammered, staring, mouth dry.
This thing was terrifying! Never seen anything like it, not even in porn—black guys' dicks weren't this thick!
"What drugs are you taking?" A thought flashed, and she asked.
"You're the one on drugs, your whole family's on drugs. Hmph!" Long Gen shot her a look, pulling up his pants to leave.
He'd proved his cock's might, time to go. Next stop: Wang Erniu's shop to scope it out and fuck Huang Juan!
"Hey, don't go, wait!" Seeing him leave, the boss snapped to, rushing to grab him.
"What? You're not done? I paid, and you're still grabbing me? What's your deal, lady? How do you do business?"
Long Gen threw her words back, feeling better. Fucking look down on him? Now you know I got the real deal! Hmph!
"I… I was wrong, got heated. Don't take it personally. Come, sit?" She wasn't some saint. Her eyes screamed it, darting to his crotch, her face flushing.
Long Gen shook his head, cursing inwardly, 'Another slut! Ugh!'
"What's up? Talk, I'm in a hurry." He waved, glancing at her neckline, a pale curve squeezing out.
*Gulp.*
She swallowed, eyes blazing with lust, like she wanted to swallow his cock whole.
"So, wanna 'get to know' each other deeper?"
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