Longgen was far from satisfied. You got your fill, riding my virgin body to your heart's content, but I haven't even hit my peak yet!
'No way, I can't let my first time end so pathetically, starting strong and fizzling out. It's gotta be perfect!'
"Aunt, Aunt, come on! Little Long wants more. That felt so good! Didn't Aunt feel good too?" Longgen whined, feigning a pitiful look. "Or… Aunt, teach me. I'll be on top, so you won't get tired. Okay, please…"
Shen Lijuan groaned inwardly. Thinking it over, it made sense. His thing was bigger than two or three men's combined—his stamina was naturally high. But her lower half was in agony, red and swollen. Forget continuing; even walking felt like fire.
"Little Long, Aunt… Aunt suddenly feels unwell. How about I play with you tomorrow, okay?" She glanced at Longgen, sitting cross-legged on the bed, his face full of reluctance. In his crotch, amid a patch of dark curly hair, stood a towering pillar, proud and unyielding, like a victorious general holding its head high.
Shen Lijuan shivered. How many women would it take to satisfy that beast? Still, it felt so good—firm, thick, filling her completely. A true treasure.
"A-Aunt, I wanna play! Don't you love Little Long anymore?" Longgen squeezed out a couple of crocodile tears. If not for the monster in his pants, his foolish act would've passed for a child's.
Shen Lijuan's heart softened. He was a pitiful kid—diagnosed impotent, unable to carry on the family line, abandoned by his parents, and struck by lightning to boot, turning him into a fool. And she'd teased him, filled her own hole while leaving him hanging. That was kind of irresponsible, wasn't it?
"Little Long, don't cry, be good." Shen Lijuan coaxed softly. "Aunt's really not up for it today. Down there's no good. How about…"
Longgen sneered inside, cursing, 'Not convenient, my ass! You screwed me, got yourself swollen, and now you're done. Damn it, it's not like you're on your period!'
"Aunt," Longgen didn't say it outright, squeezing his eyes and staring at her massive breasts, ripples of desire stirring in his heart. No way he'd let this chance slip. "Little Long wants it. My… my little pecker, I don't know why, but after you touched it, it's all swollen. I wanna pee but can't. Let me play, please…"
"Little pecker?" Shen Lijuan broke out in a cold sweat. If that monster was little, then her late husband's must've been a toothpick!
"Alright, alright, Aunt will play with you, okay?" She couldn't stand his fake tears; her heart was too soft.
"Yay, yay, Aunt's gonna play with Little Long!" Longgen clapped his hands, grinning foolishly, looking thrilled, like an innocent, lively kid.
But Shen Lijuan was in a bind. Her lower half was wrecked—red, swollen, and aching. Another round, and she'd end up like her late husband, dead from exhaustion.
After some thought, she warily gripped the python-like rod again. Its massive head startled her, and even now, she felt lingering fear, wondering, How did I even fit that inside? Hmm, but it was pretty great…
Seeing her resort to using her hand, stroking back and forth, Longgen grew displeased. Her soft, white hand was nice, sure, but it wasn't the same as being inside—wet, warm, tight, that wrapped-up fullness. He missed it. This dry stroking? What was the point?
"A-Aunt, this… this isn't nice. My little pecker's skin's getting rubbed off. It's not comfy at all," Longgen stammered, frowning. "Little Long wants to put my pecker back in there. That place is nice, smooth, comfy, and no monsters…"
Pfft!
Shen Lijuan burst out laughing. Monsters in there? Countless men would kill to get inside, and this kid thought there were monsters. Hilarious.
"Aunt, w-why you laughing? Did I say something wrong?" Longgen tilted his head, staring at her pretty face, his hands still gripping her boobs tightly, fingers teasing the cherry buds.
"Giggle," Shen Lijuan laughed, either amused or tickled by his pinching. "No, Little Long's right. Totally right."
Her beautiful eyes flicked to the towering pillar in his crotch. After over half an hour of action, it was still hard as iron, showing no signs of surrender. What a prize—the ultimate weapon!
No way, I'm keeping this thing for myself. Can't let anyone else snatch it! she thought. Gotta satisfy Little Long first. He's in his prime—can't let him get pent up.
Her mind raced, and suddenly, she opened her mouth and took it in.
"Ah… ah… so good…" Longgen's back jolted. He'd thought she'd grit her teeth for another round, but using her mouth? Unexpected.
Looking down, Shen Lijuan held his little brother like a sacred relic, her thin red lips enveloping its head. A warm, wet sensation hit him again!
Her slick tongue, like a nimble snake, coiled around the head, sucking, licking, teasing—displaying every trick in the book!
Smack, smack… Shen Lijuan shifted, lying on the bed, her head buried in his crotch, bobbing up and down, smacking her lips.
"Aunt, Aunt… so good, so good…" Longgen was over the moon but had to keep playing dumb.
He stroked her cheek and hair—her skin so tender it seemed to drip water, utterly enticing. The stimulation from below was intense; if his little brother hadn't been forged tough, he'd have surrendered already.
Shen Lijuan was pleased with his reaction. Little Long may be a fool, but his body's reacting normally. Even regular guys can't resist my charm.
Feeling playful, she suddenly let go and took his two eggs into her mouth!
"Ah… ugh…" Longgen's back jolted again, eyes wide with shock. This feeling…
Smack, smack.
"Ah… ah… so good…"
Another half-hour passed, and Longgen, like a man possessed, grabbed her head, thrusting it toward his crotch, in and out.
"Ah… ahh…" Amid waves of pleasure…
"A-Aunt, look, look!" Longgen pulled his little brother from her mouth, exclaiming, "Whoa, why's my little pecker spitting white stuff?"
Shen Lijuan rolled her eyes, collapsing from exhaustion, a trace of milky liquid on her lips. Her massive boobs heaved wildly as she panted heavily…