Chapter 55: Adulterous Lovers
But happy times always passed so quickly. Just as Ma Jun was lost in the exquisite tease of his cock brushing so teasingly close to Liu Yan's pussy, a sputtering rumble suddenly erupted from the three-wheeler. The cart shuddered to a halt, and the two of them scrambled up from the cargo bed. The driver hopped down to check it out, his face falling as he said dejectedly, “No good, the cart's busted again. Can't go any further.”
“How far is it to Xiao Wang Village, sir?” Liu Yan asked, her cheeks flushed pink. After all that earlier commotion, her legs felt like jelly—she could barely walk.
“Oh, not far at all. Just another couple of li up ahead,” the man replied with a grin, eyeing the flower-like beauty of Liu Yan. He felt a pang of reluctance to see her go. Damn, who’s the lucky bastard married to a stunner like that? So juicy and fresh, with those huge tits and that fat ass. Bet she gushes like a fountain when you fuck her—that tight little cunt must be pink and tender, splashing pussy juice all over your dick with every thrust. Too bad I ain't got the fortune to bury my cock in her once. Would've made my life worthwhile.
“That far?” Liu Yan sighed, shooting a glance back at Ma Jun. This guy's fault for messing around—now I can't even walk straight.
“If you're in a hurry, though, you could cut through that cornfield over there,” the driver suggested, pointing to the nearby rows of towering cornstalks. “It's Xiao Wang Village right on the other side—no more than three hundred meters.” He glanced at Ma Jun beside her and thought, What a shame. If this hot little wife was heading to visit kin alone, I might've scored something.
“Ma Jun, let's cut through here,” Liu Yan said after a moment's hesitation. “Doesn't look too far.” No way could she make two more li on foot right now.
“Sure, let's go,” Ma Jun agreed, figuring the shortcut would be quicker. They slipped into the narrow path between the cornstalks. After a short walk, they were surrounded on all sides by dense walls of green—no sense of direction, just pushing forward blindly.
“Yan-jie, don't we look just like guerrillas back in the day, hiding in the tall corn to ambush the enemy?” Ma Jun sidled up to her with a cheeky grin.
“You don't look like guerrillas to me—you look like the little Japs, sneaking into the village to ravage the locals,” Liu Yan shot back irritably. Seeing his awkward expression, she suddenly burst into laughter, her mature allure hitting Ma Jun like a spell. He stared, dazed, and blurted, “Yan-jie, you're so beautiful.”
Liu Yan's heart fluttered at his raw sincerity. It touched her deeply—if she weren't married, she'd give herself to this boy without a second thought. But worldly morals held her back. She sighed softly and said, “Ma Jun, let's keep going.”
They walked another hundred meters or so, spotting an open clearing ahead and a cluster of village houses in the distance—must be Xiao Wang Village. Ma Jun started forward, but Liu Yan grabbed his arm, her face flushing with embarrassment. “Wait here for me, Ma Jun. I need to... go relieve myself.”
She hadn't peed the whole trip. The town toilets had been too filthy, so she'd held it. Now, with the cornfield empty and private, she ducked back into the stalks they'd passed, squatted down. Ma Jun felt the urge too and whipped out his cock, unleashing a powerful stream against the cornstalks. It gouged a decent pit in the dirt, foaming up white as it filled—his piss was thick and forceful. Hey, doing my part for Xiao Wang Village, he thought with a smirk. Glancing back, Liu Yan still hadn't returned. After a few minutes, worry gnawed at him. He followed her path.
A dozen steps in, he spotted a clearing ringed by cornstalks. There stood Liu Yan in the middle, bottom half completely bare, her snowy ass cheeks thrust high like a ripe peach. Ma Jun held his breath, crouching low, heart pounding. What was she up to?
Liu Yan pulled a fresh white panty from her plastic bag and bent to slip it on. She'd figured the spot was secluded enough to change out of her soaked underwear after peeing—but Ma Jun had caught the whole show. That bend exposed her plump, snow-white ass perfectly, even flashing her fat, tender pussy lips. Ma Jun's blood boiled; he wanted to charge in, pin her down in the dirt, sky as roof and earth as bed, and fuck this sexy teacher senseless in a wild, dripping orgy.
But she was quick. By the time his fantasies peaked, she'd already tugged on the new panties and shimmied back into her jeans, sealing away that glorious ass. Was that even real?
Liu Yan straightened her clothes and headed back. Ma Jun snapped out of it too late to hide—she spotted him dead to rights.
“Ma Jun, what are you doing here?” Liu Yan froze, frowning. His guilty look said it all: he'd been peeking while she changed. Her cheeks burned. “Hmph. Can't you have a little self-respect? What's so great about watching a woman change? It's not like you haven't seen it before.”
Of course it's great. You're a woman—you wouldn't get it, Ma Jun grumbled inwardly. Weirdly, even after ogling her naked body up close last night, that fleeting glimpse felt way hotter. Men's nature, I guess. When she's covered up, you stare at what's showing. When she's bare, you crave what's hidden. The less you see, the more you want.
They turned to leave when footsteps crunched nearby—someone approaching, blocking their exit. Ma Jun and Liu Yan exchanged glances and crouched in his peephole spot to wait it out.
Out popped a man and woman from the corn. The guy was mid-forties, short—maybe 1.65m—dark, skinny, with shrewd triangular eyes. Trailing him was a prim-looking woman in her early thirties, tall and curvy in black leggings that hugged her round, perky ass, even outlining her panty lines.
They stopped in Liu Yan's changing spot. The man spun and grabbed the woman, groping her fat ass hard. “Baby, I've missed you like crazy. This spot's perfect—let's fuck right here.”
“There's nothing here—how?” she frowned, scanning the clearing. Spotting a wet patch nearby, she pointed. “What's that? Someone been here?”
The man squatted, sniffed it. “Smells like pussy. Probably a dog pissed here. Don't worry about it—I'm dying over here.” He reached for her leggings.
Liu Yan flushed crimson as he sniffed her pee spot. She spat softly and tugged Ma Jun's shirt. “Let's go—this isn't for your eyes.” She never imagined folks would bang right in the fields. God knows what it'd put in Ma Jun's head.
Ma Jun was dying to watch, but her sour expression killed it. “Okay,” he muttered reluctantly. As Liu Yan stood, her foot hit his piss pit—twist! Ma Jun caught her, easing her down and propping her slim leg on his knee. He slipped off her sneaker, massaging gently. “Yan-jie, you okay? Still hurt?”
Her feet were sensitive; his big hands sent thrills shooting up her leg, pooling hot in her core. A few rubs and she moaned softly, pussy tingling unbearably. Her fair face glowed pink, eyes misty with arousal. Ma Jun stirred, cock twitching—but the couple nearby kept him still.
The man yanked cornstalks from nearby, laid them down, then spread a plastic sheet on top. “See? No dirt on your clothes. Come on.”
“Wang Shulin, you're a genius,” the woman giggled, unbuttoning her blouse and shoving up her red bra. Two round, snowy tits spilled out, red nipples jiggling. She lay back on the sheet, batting her eyes. “Hurry—I gotta make lunch. Relatives coming over.”
“Half an hour tops—won't hold you up.” Wang Shulin stripped frantically and pounced, latching onto those fat tits with wet slurps. She writhed like a live fish, moaning slutty. “Ahh, feels so good! Harder—I'm itching to death!”
Ma Jun had only seen pornos in video halls or Huang Guoxin's computer—never live action. Eyes wide, mouth agape, he peeped excitedly. Thought visiting kin would suck. Wouldn't come to this shithole without Yan-jie. But we ain't even in the village and boom—wild fuck in the fields. Those big pale tits getting sucked so hard... fuck, country girls are direct. No bullshit movies or dates—just straight to pounding.
“No peeking,” Liu Yan snapped, glaring. She was pissed— they could've left, but her damn ankle. That woman's shameless moans? What a slut. Whose wife is she, cheating like that?