Big Sister-in-Law Guihua
Ma Jun had no choice but to avert his gaze, but the shameless, lascivious moans from the young woman over there echoed in his ears. Images of two pale, naked bodies entwined flashed through his mind, making it all the more thrilling.
The man over there suckled at the young woman's huge tits for a bit before yanking down her black yoga pants and panties to her knees in one swift motion, exposing her snow-white, plump ass. He hoisted her thick thighs up, aimed his cockhead at her already sopping wet pussy, and thrust right in, pounding away with vigor.
"Ah, you bastard, you're fucking me to death!" The young woman let out a satisfied groan, bucking her big ass wildly, her face twisted in slutty ecstasy. "Faster, harder!"
"You little slut, looks like you're itching bad, huh? Heh heh, your man probably can't satisfy you. What a waste for Xu Dapeng—marrying such a hot wife and letting me have all the fun." The man grinned as he spoke, slamming his thick cock in and out of her meaty hole with wet, slapping sounds.
The young woman was getting fucked to heaven, but she shot him a glare at his words. "Quit yapping. My family's business is none of yours. Oh, right—about that cement I mentioned last time, put some effort into it."
"Don't worry, I've got it handled. I'll haul it over this afternoon." The man's big dick plunged deep into her soft, scorching pussy, her tight flesh gripping his cockhead like a vice. Her massive white tits jiggled nonstop with every thrust—she was a total man-killing vixen. After a few dozen hard pumps, his glans went numb. He rammed a few more times and unloaded a thick spurt of cum straight into her depths.
"What the hell? I told you to pull out!" The young woman yelped in panic, shoving him off and squatting on the ground nearby. Soon, globs of sticky white fluid oozed out. She wiped herself clean with some tissue, pulled up her yoga pants, and snapped at him. "If I get pregnant, what then? You trying to ruin my life?"
"Heh heh, you felt too damn good—I forgot to pull out." The man chuckled sheepishly. "Besides, if you do get knocked up, just have it. I'll take care of you."
"Drop dead, you smooth-talking asshole." The young woman straightened her clothes and hair, then hurried off. The man pocketed the plastic sheet from the ground and sauntered away whistling in the opposite direction.
"Sister Yan, let's go." Once they were both gone, Ma Jun carefully helped Liu Yan to her feet. "Want me to carry you?"
"Oh, I'm fine now." Liu Yan tested her foot on the ground—it felt mostly okay. But her face grew grave. That man had mentioned Xu Dapeng, her husband Xu Zhipeng's older brother. Could it be the same guy? Their wedding had been low-key, just a simple registry—no big ceremony. She wasn't familiar with her husband's rural relatives and had only vague memories of his sister-in-law. She couldn't be sure if that slutty young woman was really her big sister-in-law.
By now, it was nearly noon after the delay. They emerged from the cornfield and followed a dirt path into Xiao Wang Village. It was a tiny hamlet, maybe a hundred households at most—remote and dirt-poor. Kids had to trek over ten li to school in the nearest town. Xu Zhipeng was the village's first-ever college grad, a real claim to fame. But he knew how rough things were back home; he'd only brought Liu Yan once after their marriage and rarely returned since.
Liu Yan hadn't been back in ages and had forgotten where her father-in-law lived. Spotting some idlers squatting at the village entrance, chatting, she went over to ask directions. A man in his fifties, seeing her stunning looks and sexy figure, jumped up eagerly. "Oh, you're Zhipeng's wife, right? I'm his second uncle—I helped out at your wedding, though you've probably forgotten. Come on, I'll show you the way."
Liu Yan and Ma Jun followed him into the village. Second Uncle chatted nonstop with her, grinning when he heard Xu Zhipeng was working down south. "Zhipeng's our village's only college boy—smart as a whip. He'll make bank someday. You'll live like a queen. Just don't forget us folks back here when you do." His eyes glued themselves to the towering pair of tits on her chest, thinking to himself that Zhipeng's wife was a knockout—those jugs like twin mountains, enough to drive a man crazy.
They reached a large gateway. Second Uncle pointed. "This is your father-in-law's place. But I gotta say, you young folks—never coming back to check on the old man all year. Don't even know where home is anymore."
Liu Yan flushed, embarrassed. Actually, Xu Zhipeng had once planned to bring his dad to the city for a spell, but the old man, who'd lived in the village his whole life, hated it there and backed out. So they sent money yearly instead, asking Big Brother and Sister-in-Law to look after him. After Zhipeng left for the south, Liu Yan had even less reason to visit alone.
They stepped through the gate. Ma Jun glanced around: modest yard, walls stacked high with corn cobs, a few jujube trees, kitchen in the corner with smoke curling from the chimney—someone cooking. Second Uncle yelled into the kitchen. "Guihua! Guihua! Your sister-in-law's here—come out!"
"Coming!" A woman's voice replied. Out stepped a pretty woman, curvaceous at about 1.65 meters—tallish. Shiny black hair, big tank top with no bra, her full, snowy tits swaying freely inside.
But Liu Yan and Ma Jun both froze. Liu Yan had seen her crystal clear—this gorgeous woman was the exact slut from the cornfield, screwing that man. Her big sister-in-law, after all.
"This must be my sister-in-law. Dad's been prepping since he heard you were coming." Guihua beamed warmly at Liu Yan, then blinked at Ma Jun beside her. "Sister-in-law, whose kid is this?"
"Big Sis, he's Ma Jun—from my aunt's side. His mom's away on business; I'm watching him for a couple days." Liu Yan smiled and explained, then turned to Ma Jun. "Call her Sis too."
"Hi, Sis." Ma Jun quickly greeted the young woman. He'd been too fixated on her tits earlier to clock her face properly—just a vague sense of familiarity. Now, sneaking peeks, he saw her delicate features, skin darkened from fieldwork but radiating healthy allure.
"This kid's tall—high school senior?" Guihua eyed the strapping teen with a charming smile. "Come on, let's head inside." She swayed her slim waist toward the main room, ass cheeks rolling side to side, plump flesh quivering with raw, feral bounce.
Ma Jun trailed, mesmerized by that round, massive rear. But a wave of killing intent hit from the side—Liu Yan glaring daggers. He snapped his eyes away, heart pounding.
Guihua led them into the main room. Ma Jun noted how dim it was, a huge earthen kang by the door, pitted brick floor. Midday, yet it felt gloomy and eerie, windows papered over with newsprint—like some pre-revolutionary shack.
Guihua sat them on the kang, poured water, and smiled. "Sister-in-law, Dad's out for a stroll—he'll be back soon. Sit tight; I'll get lunch going." She twisted away.
Once she was gone, Ma Jun hesitated. "Sister Yan, she looks just like that woman from the cornfield. Same person?"
"Enough—don't talk nonsense. You must've seen wrong." Liu Yan glanced at the door, glaring. "Not a word to anyone, got it?" Her mind was in turmoil; catching her sister-in-law cheating was a scandal. If word got out...
"Got it." Ma Jun had never seen Liu Yan so dead serious and nodded fast. But inwardly, he grumbled—no bullshit here. Face blurry, sure, but those tits and ass? Dead ringers. And the voice—identical. Still, if Sister Yan said zip it, he'd bury the curiosity.
Not satisfied, Liu Yan whispered fiercely. "Ma Jun, countryside's not like the city. Wrong words can get you killed. At lunch, keep quiet—just eat. Then we head home."
The more she thought, the worse: couldn't tell father-in-law or husband. Pretend she saw nothing, fulfill the visit duty, and bolt from this mess.
Ten minutes later, coughing echoed in the yard. In came a man in his fifties—Liu Yan's father-in-law, Xu Guoqing. She hopped off the kang. "Dad, feeling better? Zhipeng's stuck down south; I'm here checking on you for him."
"Good, good—glad you're back." Xu Guoqing nodded cheerily, then sighed at her. "Married just a few years, and Zhipeng's always gone. Must be tough on you."
Liu Yan explained Ma Jun; learning they were cousins, Xu Guoqing beamed. "Perfect. Zhipeng away, I worry about you alone in town. Come around more. Ma Jun, look after your cousin—she needs you."
"Don't worry, Uncle—Sis and I are tight. I'll take great care of her." Ma Jun grinned, winking slyly at Liu Yan. Hey, your father-in-law handed you to me himself. Green light for house calls now.
Liu Yan knew his scheming mind; she blushed. Their fling already felt like betraying Zhipeng—now this, facing Dad guiltily. "Dad, let's see if the kitchen needs help." She dragged Ma Jun out, whispering harshly. "One wrong word at lunch, and you're banned from my place."
"Sister Yan, my bad!" Ma Jun panicked at her real anger, clutching her arm pleadingly. "Forgive me—I swear, lips sealed."