On the bed, snow-white waves of flesh rolled as moans rose and fell in a chaotic symphony, white foam splashing everywhere. The rhythmic pa-pa-pa of the meat-waves continued for nearly three hours before finally slowing to a halt.
"Huff... huff..."
"Ha... huff..."
"Mnh... huff..."
Heavy, ragged breathing filled the room as the four naked bodies lay entangled, gasping for air, unable to find their composure for a long time.
Amidst the six mounds of white milk mountains, a dark, massive stick stood tall and abrupt, like a television tower piercing the clouds and reaching for the heavens. Its crimson, rounded head bobbed twice, and a stray bead of white liquid slowly trickled down.
Even though the big stick was a veteran of a thousand battles and as strong as a tiger, it was feeling a bit drained after three hours of combat. The cock had spit white foam three times already. If it didn't get a rest soon, it would probably need to eat that entire five-pound old turtle just to recover its strength.
A loud gurgle erupted from a stomach; the internal temple of the five viscera was starting to protest.
Rubbing his belly, Long Gen realized he was starving. He turned to Shen Lijuan and said:
"Auntie, I'm hungry. Whip up something to eat. Once we're full, we'll get back to work, how about it?"
"Mnh... I'll get up and cook for you."
"I'll help too." Chen Xianglian rolled out of bed, her boobss swaying back and forth as she scrambled to find her panties.
He Jingwen licked her lips. Feeling embarrassed to just lie there, she wobbled as she sat up and stammered: "Um, well... I don't know how to cook or chop vegetables... I'll go wash them..."
After the heated battle, the three women were immensely satisfied. The previous bickering was thrown far away, as if it had never happened. Together, they entered the kitchen and began a clattering, busy routine that sounded like New Year's preparations.
"Hehe, my cock is truly great—it specializes in curing all forms of defiance!" As the three women bustled about with their buttocks swaying in the kitchen, Long Gen enjoyed his leisure. He lay sprawled out on the bed, turned on the TV, and started watching Animal World.
The show featured a rhinoceros carrying out a breeding plan for the sake of the species. It was the bull-mounting-the-back style—an ancient and traditional position. Beneath the bull's belly, a thing as thick as an arm emerged, aimed at the small slit, and stabbed in ruthlessly, followed by a violent pumping of the bull's rear.
A young calf nearby watched, its head bobbing as it mooed incessantly.
"Damn, it's over in just a few minutes. Boring," He muttered, flipping through the channels.
Rural signals were poor; he cycled through the same two stations over and over. Bored, he pulled out his phone, and surprisingly, a multimedia message (MMS) arrived.
"Huh, it's from Huang Cuihua. That slut finally remembered her daddy..." Long Gen muttered as he opened the message.
On the screen was a photo of a dark slit, two blackened "dumpling skins" spread wide, and a burst of white "flour paste" leaking from the hole, with a few stray hairs falling out of place. There was also a picture of her "milk mountains," with a hand squeezing a white breast until the nipple was flattened.
Long Gen, what are you doing? Do you miss your Auntie? Mnh, I miss you... when are you coming to the city? My little ancestor, I miss your big stick so much! Oh, I've already broken several cucumbers...
"Slut!" He cursed under his breath. He initially intended to ignore her but picked up the phone and sent a reply.
I have been a bit busy lately. Just make do with cucumbers for now. If that doesn't work, bananas are fine—you can peel and eat them after you're done poking. Find two pretty sisters for me, the kind with big tits and high asses, or else I'll fuck you to death when I get there!
He tossed the phone aside just as dinner was ready.
"Long Gen, it's time to eat! Quick, it smells amazing. Ow, it's hot...!" He Jingwen waddled in with her legs apart, placing the turtle soup on the table.
There was plenty of turtle and chicken soup left over from lunch; reheating it was fast. Shen Lijuan had cracked a few eggs, chopped up green peppers, added some green onions, and fried up a massive pot of egg-fried rice. She'd also made two fresh vegetable dishes and some twice-cooked pork with garlic sprouts. The table was packed, looking like a feast.
Long Gen, the owner of the big stick, naturally sat at the head of the table. He was wearing only his underwear, and a lump the size of a fist bulged tightly beneath the fabric, looking so tense it was terrifying—as if it might suddenly lunge out and rip the fabric apart.
"Come on, let's eat! Once we're full, we continue the fucking!" He stuffed a piece of meat into his mouth, chewed twice, and added: "According to the deal, Jingwen is up first next. Hehe, you better be ready. Come here, let me get a feel first..."
His large hand easily broke through her defenses, sliding between her thighs to grind against her. Her snow-white thighs were rounded and firm, the skin as smooth as water—so tender that it felt like it would break with a single squeeze. It was soft and bouncy, just like a mattress.
He loved thighs like this—they looked slim in clothes but were meaty to the touch, making it even more comfortable to fuck as they slammed together with a loud pa-pa, creating waves of flesh.
"Mnh... Long Gen, don't... don't touch, I'm trying to eat. Fuck me later, okay? Mnh..." After the ordeal on the bed, He Jingwen's stomach had been growling.
Her internal organs were protesting, yet this brat was groping her everywhere, making her mind wander. Every time his finger touched that spot, it felt like an electric shock—numbing and tingly. She couldn't help but leak fluid. Clamping her thighs and twisting around, how could she have the strength to eat?
"If you won't let me touch, then to hell with it. I'll go touch Auntie." Long Gen's eyes widened as he switched hands and reached for Shen Lijuan next to him.
Shen Lijuan wasn't having it easy either. She had spent the afternoon walking almost the entire village. Upon returning home, she hadn't even had a drop of water before she was prone on the bed, working away with heavy gasps.
Caught off guard, she was grabbed once again. Her boobs hanging at her chest felt a sharp sting as her nipple was squeezed firmly. She let out an "nn-hnh" of pain and immediately began to plead.
"Long Gen, don't, don't... let me eat, okay? I'm hungry... nn-hnh... ah, it hurts..."
"Didn't you just eat the big stick? How are you hungry again? Didn't get enough? Should we go for another round?" Long Gen laughed wickedly, grabbing the boobs and kneading it vigorously.
The melon was soft and elastic, like a ball of cotton. Held in his hand, it was warm like a freshly steamed bun—incredibly comfortable.
"Stop... stop it, Long Gen. My stomach is empty. Let me eat first, okay? Ooh..." Shen Lijuan begged incessantly, her face flushing crimson. She was so weak she could barely hold her rice bowl steady.
Long Gen finally stopped and said flatly: "Fine, I'll stop. Tell me about the inspection this afternoon. Let me hear it..."
The inspection results were very optimistic, mostly aligning with what Long Gen had originally planned.
Shanghe Village had distinct seasons and ample sunlight, making it perfect for fruit trees. Soil observations showed it was best for jujubes and loquats. As for livestock, chickens and ducks were the best fit. Cattle and sheep were unrealistic—the initial cost was too high, the growth cycle was too long, and the return on investment was too slow.
Furthermore, Liuhe Township had no flat plains. The cattle there were used solely for plowing. For breeding, the breeds weren't good enough, and there was too little fodder. Spring and summer were fine, but hay in autumn and winter wouldn't put fat on their bones! Therefore, chickens and ducks were the only choice.
Ducks required environmental considerations. Shanghe Village had pristine water—comparable to city mineral water. Since ducks play in the water, they would pollute the source significantly. Therefore, Xue Long suggested starting with chickens!
Long Gen nodded, took a sip of turtle soup, wiped his mouth, and let out a satisfied burp.
"Since it's settled, let's do it. Let the two experts head back tomorrow. Based on our village's situation, they need to find the best breeds for planting and breeding and finalize it as soon as possible! Also, my turtle pond needs to be dug. We can't keep dragging this out!"
I need to find a chance to fuck Liu Yuxin first. People who aren't 'one of us' don't work efficiently! Dammit... Long Gen muttered.
This earned him eye-rolls from the three women. What kind of logic was that? It wasn't the old days where if you fucked her, she was yours forever. In today's society, who knows how many men a bar girl has been with—but who does she belong to?
She belongs to society!
"Little bastard!"
"Lecher!"
"Hmph!"
Long Gen waved them off, looking completely unbothered. Seeing that the three women were full and satisfied, he smiled wickedly. He rubbed his hands together, his gaze turning lewd.
"Well, now that your bellies are full, let's get back to it. We agreed to go until dawn..."
"Ah? I... I'm going to wash the dishes..." Shen Lijuan snapped to her senses and scrambled toward the kitchen.
"I'll help!" Chen Xianglian fled too. Even though her well was deep and she wasn't afraid of the big stick, it was still hard to handle. That stick was like a loach, constantly burrowing deep until her scalp went numb and her body lost all strength.
Long Gen was quick. He caught He Jingwen's jade-like arm and pulled her into his lap. Hooking her chin, he grinned wickedly: "Thinking of running? No way. We agreed—you're first. Come on, come play with Master Long..."
His large hand pressed onto her bulging chest, kneading it forcefully. He yanked open her shirt, pinched her two pink cherry-beads, opened his mouth, and sucked one in with a shloop.
His tongue flicked as his teeth lightly grazed it, making a loud sucking sound. His other hand covered her pussy entrance, rubbing it up and down. Her dumpling skins were rubbed red, and a slick, hot stream of juice sprayed out.
"Nn-hnh... Long Gen... ooh... I want... mm..." Driven by passion, He Jingwen proactively hooked her arms around his neck and kissed him. Heavy groans escaped her nose, and her flushed face was scorching hot!
After a few kisses, he yanked down her panties; they were so wet they could be wrung out. Her entrance was still gushing with fluid that looked white and thick like tofu brain.
Prying open her thick dumpling skins, he thrust his fingers in and began to churn with a pa-pa-pa sound, while his thumb kneaded the little clitoris at the top of the entrance.
"Ah, ah, ah... gent... gentler... ah, ah!" He Jingwen's body trembled violently as she convulsed. Her mouth hung open as she gasped for air.
A burst of fresh white liquid sprayed from the entrance.
"Tsk, tsk, look at how slutty you are, leaking so much water. Hey, let me ask you—do your parents know you're this much of a slut?" Long Gen laughed wickedly.
His only answer was He Jingwen's frantic moans as the storm of impact began once again...