Chapter 58: Peeking at the Spring Scene
At the front gate stood a motorized tricycle loaded with over a dozen bags of fertilizer. Up front, a man was clutching Guihua, planting kisses all over her face. He'd hiked up her tank top, baring her snow-white belly. One of his big hands kneaded her two plump tits, while the other snaked behind her to grab her fat ass. Guihua let out muffled whimpers from the kiss, like she was putting up a token resistance, but her expression betrayed a hint of enjoyment.
Fuck, Ma Jun thought with a jolt, that's the same guy I saw in the cornfield earlier. Could that woman have been Guihua? No wonder she'd looked familiar when he'd spotted her before. Liu Yan's sister-in-law was screwing around with another man. But it made sense—over lunch, Ma Jun had wondered how she could hold out with her husband Xu Dapeng never around. He hadn't expected her to actually cheat, though. What the hell should he do now? He was stumped. Then it hit him: Liu Yan had seen the couple going at it in the cornfield too. She must've recognized Guihua, but she hadn't reacted at all. Clearly, this was something no one could talk about. Fine, he'd pretend he hadn't seen a thing. Still, the image of Guihua flat on her back in the dirt, getting pounded by that guy's massive cock, was burned into his mind. Ma Jun couldn't help stealing a few extra glances. It wasn't every day you got a live porn show like that. But damn, these two had balls—making out right at the gate in broad daylight, not giving a shit if anyone saw.
The village wasn't like the county town, though. There were hardly any people around, and midday meant everyone was home eating or napping. The place was dead quiet, not a soul in sight. No wonder they were so brazen; this probably wasn't their first rodeo. Ma Jun watched the man wrap his arm around Guihua, his hand stroking her pale, plump back before dipping into her shorts to grope that juicy ass. He couldn't see what was happening up front, but he could guess: that big dick was probably grinding against her pussy. Lucky bastard, Ma Jun thought, swallowing hard. Guihua couldn't compare to Liu Yan in looks or figure, but she had that raw, natural wildness of a rural housewife—no city-girl pretenses. If only Liu Yan could be as bold as her, Ma Jun wouldn't have to suffer like this.
Suddenly, Ma Jun's throat tickled. He clapped a hand over his mouth, but a soft cough escaped anyway. In the utter silence, Guihua heard it immediately. Her body shivered, and she whipped her head toward the gate—just in time to lock eyes with Ma Jun. He felt his face burn with embarrassment and bolted, heart pounding. What would she think? By the time he reached the kitchen door, the curtain parted, and Liu Yan stepped out. Seeing his guilty, dazed look, she asked with a puzzled frown, “Ma Jun, why are you sneaking around like that? Up to no good again?”
“Nah, Yan-jie, I just wanted to wander the village a bit. Got scared I'd get lost, so I came back.” Ma Jun scrambled for an excuse, desperate not to let on that he'd caught Guihua cheating. It'd humiliate Liu Yan—this was her father-in-law's house, after all, and family dirt like this.
“Easy fix. We'll rest up this afternoon, then have Guihua show you around.” Liu Yan noted his curiosity. The kid had never been to the countryside; a little nature would do him good.
Outside the gate, Guihua's heart raced when she spotted Ma Jun spying. She shoved Wang Shulin away from her groping hands and snapped, “Enough! Unload the fertilizer already. What if someone sees? I'll die of shame.”
“Middle of the day—who's around? Come on, Guihua, just a bit more fun.” Wang Shulin brushed it off. As village head, he held all the power; even if caught, who cared? The sight of this saucy young housewife only made him hornier. Guihua had married in from another village, and he'd been smitten since her wedding day.
Back then, she'd been even fresher and prettier, her skin milky white and glowing, eyes almond-shaped with a peachy blush, brows lightly arched, a smile always playing on her lips. Not tall, but slim and graceful in her red outfit, her full, perky tits jiggling softly with every move. The gawkers envied Xu Dapeng his beauty. At the feast, when she came to toast Wang Shulin, those big watery eyes left him dizzy. He grabbed her hand and wouldn't let go—soft, smooth, with a sweet scent.
Drunk that night and carried home, he woke to his frumpy wife—bucket waist, slovenly, a total hag. Contrasting her with Guihua's youthful allure, he exploded in frustration, despising his wife more than ever. Later, he snuck to Xu Dapeng's place and overheard Guihua moaning as her husband fucked her. His cock stiffened instantly. He whipped it out, jerking off to their sounds until he blew his load.
From then on, Wang Shulin fixated on Guihua. Every glimpse of her lithe figure set his gut on fire. He'd bedded plenty as village head, but none matched her. He had to have her.
One day, Guihua rushed over in a panic—her father-in-law was sick, out of meds. Wang Shulin grabbed his tricycle and took her to the clinic without a word. After that, she came to him for everything; he never said no. Her thanks? He waved them off, biding his time.
This time, she burst in again while he napped off a mahjong all-nighter with the cadres. Hearing it was her, he perked up and ushered her to his bedroom, ogling her curves. In months, her tits and ass had swelled even bigger. Xu Dapeng wasn't slacking—fucking her every night, no doubt. Wonder if that juicy pussy could handle it.
His lecherous stare made Guihua squirm. She looked down, flustered. “Shulin, I need to borrow some money.”
“Sure, no problem.” He agreed readily. “How much?”
“Five thousand.” Stunned by his ease, she added quickly, “I'll pay you back when Dapeng gets his wages.”
“No rush. I can spare it. Take it.” He'd won over five grand at mahjong last night and stuffed it all into her hands. Grinning, he eyed her heaving tits. “So, Guihua... how'll you thank me?”
Her stomach dropped—this was the catch. Playing dumb, she said, “Shulin, I'll have Dapeng buy you a drink later.”
“His booze? Nah, boring.” He stepped closer, backing her to the kang. Smirking, “I want your milk. No waiting—right now.” He reached to pull her in.
“Shulin, don't. We can't.” Blushing, she blocked him with her arms. Desperate, “Dapeng finds out, we're done.”
“He won't. Just once—my wife's out. Promise, one time and I drop it forever.” He begged.
Guihua figured she wasn't a virgin anymore; one fuck wouldn't kill her. And with her husband gone, she was horny too. “Fine, once. Clears the debt completely.”
Ecstatic, Wang Shulin hugged her tight, kissing her cheeks and nodding. “Deal, Guihua. Whatever you say. Come here.” He yanked off her outer clothes, revealing her pale, voluptuous torso. Her red bra strained over those full, lofty tits, half-exposed with deep cleavage. His eyes bulged—they dwarfed his wife's. He groped them greedily, buried his face for a milky sniff. “So big and white... you're perfect, Guihua.” He shoved the bra up; out bounced a pair of milky jugs, quivering, firm and perky—no sag, pure young-milf perfection. Pink nipples, dark red areolas gleaming lewdly against the white flesh.
“Too perfect—I can't hold back.” He eased her onto the kang, latched onto a nipple, sucking hard while mauling the other like dough. Guihua moaned seductively.
“Ah—easy, Shulin, that hurts!” It was her first time with another man touching her sensitive spots. Tense, eyes shut, she felt him like a rutting beast gnawing her tits, nipples aching as she gasped.
“Sorry, got carried away.” He released, fondling those firm udders for minutes more. He'd lusted after them forever; they were even better than dreamed—soft, slick, endless fun. Xu Dapeng was living the dream.
“Shulin, hurry up. Gotta cook for Dad soon.” As he clung to her tits, Guihua grew impatient. His teasing had her melting, pussy itching. Shame gone—she just wanted cock.
Remembering his goal, Wang Shulin reluctantly let go, stripped her pants. Long, snowy thighs emerged. He stroked them, then peeled off her panties. Naked on his kang, she clutched her chest, legs crossed over her pussy, face flushed, trembling, eyes closed—awaiting ravishment.