Half an hour passed in a flash, but the war in the cornfield was far from over—or rather, Longgen's invasion wasn't done yet!
From a distance, two naked bodies were tangled together in the lush cornfield, moaning with wild abandon.
"Ah... ah... ah... no... I can't take it anymore, I'm... I'm gonna co!" Huang Cuihua scread, eyes squeezed shut, her mouth open wide.
Longgen wasn't about to stop. His hands gripped her waist like iron clamps, his hips thrusting furiously. His eyes glead with wicked intent, but he kept up his foolish act, shouting, "Aunt Cuihua, Little Long's pecker hasn't gone down yet. Wait, wait, almost there, almost..." With that, he unleashed another round of relentless pounding, slap, slap, slap.
"Ah... ah... ah..." Huang Cuihua thrashed her long, curly hair, biting her lip as she let out muffled moans. Her body suddenly went limp, collapsing onto Longgen's sturdy chest.
Smack!
Longgen didn't hold back, landing a sharp slap on her pale ass, leaving five red finger marks. He grumbled inwardly, Done already? Fuck. I'm not even close to satisfied.
"Aunt Cuihua, my pecker's still swollen," Longgen whined, his voice dripping with mock grievance.
Huang Cuihua's eyes shot open, staring at Longgen, then at the still rock-hard monster between his legs, her face filled with horror.
My God, what the hell is that thing? This long and it still hasn't shot its load? It's gonna kill ! Too damn scary!
"Little Long, listen," Huang Cuihua said, her eyes darting as she cooked up an excuse. "Aunt Cuihua hasn't eaten yet. Reducing that swelling takes energy, and I'm completely drained. I can't move. Just hold off, okay? This afternoon, I'll help you take care of it again, alright?"
Longgen sneered inwardly.
Still treating him like a fool, huh? Back in the day, he might've bought it, but now? What a joke!
"Tired, Aunt Cuihua? No problem. You just lie there. Little Long'll stick his pecker in and rub the dicine himself. You rest." Since she thought he was an idiot, he'd play along one more ti. "Your swelling dicine down there's real good—slippery and tight, feels so damn nice..."
With that, Longgen ignored her protests, flipped over, and pinned her beneath him. He grabbed one of her jiggling boobs, hoisted her leg, and with a thrust of his hips, plunged deep inside!
"Ah!" Huang Cuihua let out a sharp cry. That massive rod wasn't just thick and long—it felt like it could bend, hitting her deepest spots, sending electric shocks through her brain. Pure, mind-blowing pleasure!
Sure, Huang Cuihua had kids, and her pussy lips had been blackened by Chen Tianming's constant fucking, but deep inside, she was tight as a teenage girl.
Slap, slap, slap. Another hour passed, and Longgen finally unloaded, collapsing with a heavy breath.
Huang Cuihua, drenched in sweat and flushed red, lay sprawled in the cornfield, legs spread, basking in the sun.
So fucking good. She'd never felt this good in her life! Suddenly, she felt like a failure. All those years as a whore, and I've never been fucked this good!
"Your dicine's the real deal, Aunt Cuihua. Look, it's gone down already," Longgen piped up, playing dumb.
Huang Cuihua turned her head. Sure enough, it had gone down, but even soft, it was way bigger than her husband's—dangling like a horse's whip, so damn impressive.
"Little Long, it'll probably swell up again in a couple of days. When it does, you co find Aunt Cuihua, okay? And don't tell anyone about this. Got it?" Huang Cuihua was already plotting to keep this treasure to herself.
With this towering pillar, she wouldn't need cucumbers or her fingers in the middle of the night anymore.
"Why not?" Longgen tilted his head, feigning confusion. "If Aunt Cuihua's got such great swelling dicine, you should tell everyone. You could make good money..."
Huang Cuihua's face flushed. Wasn't he calling her a cheating slut? If the whole village found out, Chen Tianming would slit her throat!
"Little Long, you don't get it. My dicine's in short supply—it's only enough for you. So you can't tell anyone, and I won't either. Understand?" Huang Cuihua explained patiently. "Otherwise, I won't let you use it."
Longgen nodded as if it all made sense. In her eyes, he was still the sa old fool—just with a pecker that wasn't just big now, but massive and hard.
"Alright, then I'll co back this afternoon to reduce the swelling." Longgen pulled up his underwear, ready to leave, grinning inside.
Not only had he slapped a giant green hat on Chen Tianming's head, but he'd scored a free fuck buddy, available anyti. Life was just too sweet.
"Yeah, you go ahead. I'll rest a bit before leaving," Huang Cuihua nodded, lying back down. Sure, she'd had kids, but her pussy was sore as hell. Without a break, she probably couldn't even walk.
"Oh, and Little Long, take so corn ho. Build up your strength," She added. She couldn't help but worry—this treasure was too good, and she wanted to keep it for the long haul. If one round left her out of commission for months, that wouldn't do.
Longgen was thrilled. This free fuck buddy was so generous—not only did she not charge him, but she was giving him perks. Why was all the good luck falling into his lap?
"Alright, I'll grab a few then."
Longgen agreed, rummaging in the cornfield for a few minutes before erging with a dozen corncobs, two big turtles tucked into his waistband.
Leaving the cornfield, Longgen took a quiet path where he wouldn't be seen. Humming a tune, he was overjoyed.
"Stupid bitch, still thinks I'm a fool? You're the real idiot! Got fucked and doesn't even know it. Heh!" Longgen smirked, slipping in through the store's back door, unnoticed.
...
At Village Chief Chen Tianming's house, Chen was sprawled on the bed while Village Head Wei Wenwu rubbed dicinal liquor on him.
"Chief Chen, talk about bad luck—buying sothing and ending up like this?" Wei Wenwu said, applying the liquor. "Man, you're missing a chunk of skin here..."
"Ow! Wei Wenwu, go easy, damn it! Hurts like hell!" Chen Tianming cursed. "That fucking Long Fool, too damn strong! Screw over good."
"Argh, my back..." Chen Tianming wailed.
Completely unaware that just minutes ago, the fool he was cursing had fucked his wife, planting a big, green cuckold's hat firmly on his head.
So who's the real fool? For now, Longgen was feeling pretty damn smug.
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