The village store's business was a crapshoot—some days, stock flew off the shelves; others, it sat untouched for a week. Running a business, big or small, demanded patience, and Long Gen had none. His ass was on fire, itching to move, and for once, even his cock wasn't hard. His eyelids twitched, his gut uneasy, like something was off.
"Fuck, why's my dick soft?" Alone in the store, he pulled out his black cock, limp as a boneless worm. He fondled his balls—cold, unresponsive. A few strokes, and still nothing. Panic crept in. *Am I overusing it? Is it in a fucking coma? Am I impotent again?*
A chill ran down his spine. His life's happiness depended on that cock—no joking matter. "Gotta find a woman to suck it back to life, then catch some turtles to stew for stamina." He locked the store and bolted. Business? Fuck it. A store wasn't buying him a mansion or a car. His cock needed attention *now*.
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Liuxi Township, nestled in the county's northern mountains, was a poor, isolated dump. Rugged hills blocked roads and progress, trapping generations in poverty. Still, the township had a government office—nothing grand, but to villagers, it was a skyscraper.
The Chief's desk was buried in papers, the phone ringing unanswered. On the guest sofa, a curvy figure rose—big tits, fat ass, tiny waist, and wide, round eyes framed by curled lashes. Her red lips couldn't hide the sorrow etched on her face. He Jingwen flipped open her phone, greeted by a photo of Long Gen's massive black cock, its dark curls stark at the base. But the usual heat it sparked didn't come.
She stood, her steps delicate, and pulled a file from the desk: "Divorce Agreement." Her body trembled, fingers gripping the paper until her knuckles whitened. Tears slid from her closed eyes. *Scrawl-scrawl.* She signed her name, sealed it in an envelope, and handed it to an aide before washing her face and leaving.
Jingwen's expression was grim, a bitter smile twisting her lips. *Maybe I deserve this.* That night with Long Gen had been ecstasy, but it cost her marriage. She'd blamed herself, thinking she was a bad woman. But last night, she learned the truth. Her husband had been cheating with her college friend, who was two months pregnant. *If he's a bastard, why continue this marriage? Let it end.*
She'd stayed in the office all night, only leaving the next afternoon. Climbing into her car, she had nowhere to go. Her parents' home wasn't an option—not with *him* there. Every glance at him made her sick. *I thought I was dirty, but he's worse. He betrayed me first.*
*Vroom.* Her Mitsubishi SUV roared, inexplicably heading toward the village. She shook her head, laughing bitterly. *Guess I've got feelings for that little bastard.* Why not? A trip to clear her head, see what trouble Long Gen was stirring, which village woman he was fucking now.
His goofy, drooling grin flashed in her mind, his legs spread, that monstrous cock standing tall, radiating menace. "Little bastard," She muttered, flooring the gas, the SUV bouncing along the gravel road. For the first time, the bumps didn't bother her—she was eager, wondering if his cock still worked.
*God, I'm shameless.* Her cheeks flushed as the car vanished down the road.
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"Why're my ears burning? Who's talking shit about me? That fucker Chen Tianyun?" Long Gen trudged along a narrow path, squinting against the slanting sun, two turtles dangling from his hand. He'd caught them at the riverbank, where Li Xiaolan was still sprawled in the cornfield, passed out from their fuck. His cock had gone soft earlier, worrying him, but one look at her naked body, and it sprang back to life, hard as ever. *What else could I do?* He'd pounded her for an hour, leaving her limp again.
The cornfield was secluded, the weather warm—she'd be fine. He headed home, muttering, "Work hard, gotta eat hard, or I'm screwed."
As he neared the store, a screeching brake jolted him. An SUV skidded to a stop, kicking up a cloud of yellow dust. "Fuck, trying to kill me?" He tossed the turtles—one splattered, its egg miraculously intact. *A fucking miracle.*
*Bang!* The car door slammed, and a faint perfume hit his nose, perking him up. He knew that scent.
"Chief He! Hey, come in, come in!" Long Gen grinned, his mood flipping like a switch.
He Jingwen smirked. *This kid's got a knack for changing faces.*
Long Gen chuckled, eyeing her up and down. City women knew how to dress—short skirt, black lace, her curves screaming for attention. His cock stiffened instantly. *Bet that dick pic I sent got her all wet. Jackpot.*
They stepped inside, his heart racing. Jingwen's pulse thumped as she glanced at the familiar bed, her cheeks flushing. Those nights on that mattress were her peak—pure, unmatched pleasure. *Only this little bastard can make me feel like that.* Not a fool, though—he was a wolf in idiot's clothing, playing dumb to get pussy. *Smart women aren't loved, huh?* Now she is divorced.
*Gulp.* Long Gen's eyes gleamed, leaning closer, peeking down her neckline. Her tits looked bigger, straining her bra, a deep cleavage squeezing out. "Chief He, what's up? Got work orders? Wet your pants again? Cool, I'll finger you…" His hand shot up her skirt, grazing her black lace panties, feeling the heat of her thighs. He pried them apart, two fingers sliding along her slit's outer groove.
The groove was small, but the juices flowed endlessly. A few strokes, and hot, sticky cream gushed out, slick and warm.
"Mmm… Little Long, you… stop it… let me rest…" He Jingwen moaned, eyes fluttering shut, lost in pleasure.
Her pussy was soaked. Long Gen smirked, yanked out his cock, and plunged it into her tight hole. *Squelch.* White cream sprayed everywhere.
"Ahhh!"
*Slap-slap-slap.* The room filled with the sound of flesh pounding flesh, moans blending into a primal symphony.
"Fuck, that's good!" Long Gen grinned, squeezing her pale tits.
But He Jingwen's face was blank, tinged with sadness. *Am I just a cheap slut now?*
"What's wrong? Not happy?" Long Gen frowned, sensing something off. "Not full yet? Want another round?"
Expecting a glare, he was surprised when she said calmly, "Little Long, I'm divorced."
"What? Divorced? Why?" His heart skipped. *Two fucks, and she's divorced? My cock's not that deadly, is it?* Another woman to deal with? He already had Xiao Fang, his cousin-aunt, and a roster of village sluts—how many could he handle?
"He's got a mistress—my college friend, two months pregnant. And I… with you…" She sighed, calm. "So, I ended it. It's better for everyone."
"Then why're you here?" Long Gen asked cautiously. He'd fucked her, sure, and maybe contributed to the divorce. *If she expects me to take responsibility, I'm fucked.*
"What, scared I'll make you step up?" Jingwen smiled, shaking her head. "Relax, I'm not holding you accountable."
Long Gen blinked, his cock softening. Guilt hit him. *What's the difference between me and a john? Fucking her without offering a future? No balls to own up? Am I even a man?*
"Don't worry. I fucked you, so you're my woman. Divorced? Fine. My cock'll keep you satisfied for life!"
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