Chapter 61: Spring Passion on the Opera Stage
Ma Jun was sleeping groggily, unaware that his massive cock was being toyed with by a lust-starved woman. In his dream, he was frolicking in the water with Liu Yan like a pair of lovebirds, holding her warm body close and caressing her silky, snow-white skin without restraint. He was greedily sucking on the enormous, luxurious tits jutting from her chest, her plump red lips parted in soft gasps, her stunning face tinged with a hint of resentment—as if complaining that he hadn't thrust inside her yet.
The sight of his sexy cousin's soul-stirring allure pushed Ma Jun over the edge. He couldn't hold back any longer. He thrust his thick, long cock straight into her dripping pussy. Liu Yan's honey hole was incredibly tight—tighter than any of the women he'd fucked before. Layers of soft flesh wrapped snugly around his glans, delivering an intense wave of pleasure. He couldn't help bucking his hips harder, driving his shaft even deeper into her vagina. But the sensation of his cockhead rubbing against the warm, slick walls as it advanced was pure bliss. Despite his efforts to control himself, the overwhelming ecstasy made his scalp tingle. He seized his cousin's plump, slippery body and slammed his waist forward, unleashing torrent after torrent of scorching semen right into her womb.
Ah! Guihua had been stroking Ma Jun's enormous cock when she suddenly felt it throbbing violently in her hand. His body arched upward sharply. Before she could react, the egg-sized head flared, and a powerful jet of cum shot out, splattering across her fair cheek. She let out a startled cry and instinctively opened her mouth—only for another thick rope to blast straight inside. A strange taste flooded her mouth. Though she'd slept with two men before, she'd never swallowed cum. Shocked, she tried to spit it out, but the load had hit the back of her throat, triggering her reflex to gulp it down.
Tears welled in Guihua's eyes. How had she ended up eating Ma Jun's cum by accident? Seeing his body stirring as if he might wake, she bolted from the room, grabbed a bowl from the kitchen, filled it halfway with water, and rinsed her mouth repeatedly. Her face burned as red as a lantern. I'm such an idiot, she cursed inwardly. Ma Jun's never been with a woman, so no wonder he's so sensitive. I barely touched him and he blew his load. Good thing I didn't wake him—I wouldn't know how to explain this.
Guihua quickly cleaned up, steadied herself, and stepped out of the kitchen. She knocked on the west room's door. "Ma Jun, you awake? I'll take you around outside."
After shooting his load, Ma Jun woke quickly, only to realize it had been a dream. A pang of loss hit him. The blissful union with his cousin lingered vividly, especially the tight, slick ecstasy of her pussy—it left him hot and restless. Sigh, when will I finally claim her for real? If I'd pushed harder last night, she might've given in.
But Ma Jun quickly reminded himself not to rush. Liu Yan's attitude toward him had softened dramatically; she even allowed more intimate touches now. That was huge progress from her previous ironclad defenses. What he craved wasn't just her body—he wanted her heart. He had to follow her pace. If she'd jumped into bed right away, he'd have seen her as just another slut like Li Wen, not the obsession she was now.
Still, the dream had felt so real—like actual sex. If he didn't know better, he'd swear Liu Yan had snuck in while he slept and ridden him. Lost in thought, he heard footsteps outside, then Guihua calling him. He hastily tidied the messy scene, pulled on his pants, hopped off the bed, and opened the door. "Coming, sis-in-law."
Guihua glanced at his crotch as he emerged, her cheeks flushing. Pretending composure, she said, "You wanted to see around, right? Let's go—I'll show you." She turned and headed out.
Ma Jun eyed Guihua's swaying fat ass, suddenly feeling bored. She was pretty enough, but nowhere near Liu Yan's refined beauty or tall, sexy figure. He couldn't risk it—screwing around with her would be penny-wise, pound-foolish. If Liu Yan found out he had dirty thoughts about her sister-in-law, she'd flip, and he'd lose the watermelon for a sesame seed.
So Ma Jun kept his eyes straight ahead, trailing a meter behind her. It surprised Guihua—she'd figured a young buck like him would cop a feel. But he seemed to be avoiding her, tensing whenever she got close. It irked her. I'm no slouch—not as hot as Liu Yan, maybe, but the village flower. Why can't I tempt this kid?
With that, she stopped and grinned at him. "Village paths are rough—easy to trip. Come on, let sis-in-law hold your hand." She grabbed it and pulled him along.
Ma Jun hadn't expected her boldness. He wanted to pull away but felt awkward, so he let her lead them through the village. The paths were indeed winding, uneven, pocked with puddles—tough enough by day, treacherous at night for strangers.
Her soft, warm hand felt nice in his—less silky than Liu Yan's, but thrilling given who she was. His cock twitched. To distract himself, he asked, "Sis-in-law, these roads are awful—why not fix 'em up?"
"City boy," she teased, rolling her eyes. "You're used to big highways. Roads cost money, and the village ain't got much. Not like you city folk with apartments, pavement, and tap water. We farmers bust our asses all year for a few thousand bucks. Your cousin teaches at the county school—pulls in thousands easy a month, plus vacations. Makes you sick comparing."
Ma Jun studied her weary face. She'd been a knockout when newlywed, no doubt. But village life—hard labor, heavy burdens—turned fresh brides into sallow hags. He'd thought teachers like Zhang Li and Liu Yan had it rough, but Guihua envied them. It hit him why his mom pushed studies so hard.
The scenery was gorgeous, though—lush green trees everywhere, pleasing to the eye. Flocks of big roosters burst from the roadside now and then, startling Ma Jun into cold sweats. He dodged behind Guihua. Seeing the tall, strapping teen panic, she giggled. "Scared of a chicken, big guy?"
Still shaken, Ma Jun flushed. Those roosters looked fierce charging with wings flapping. Without her shooing them, he'd have bolted. They reached a vegetable patch where a woman was harvesting. Spotting Guihua, she smiled. "Heard you got family visiting?"
"My sister-in-law's back," Guihua replied, plucking a big, ripe tomato. She wiped it on her handkerchief and handed it to Ma Jun. "Try our homegrown tomatoes—super sweet."
He bit in hard—juice exploded everywhere, splattering her chest in red dots. Reflexively, he reached to wipe it; she, seeing his juice-smeared face, leaned in with her handkerchief. Her breast met his palm. He grabbed a handful of firm, bouncy tit—perfect for one hand, unlike Liu Yan's monsters that needed two.
Guihua shuddered at his grip, knees buckling. She toppled into his arms. One hand clutched her full breast, the other her hot, soft body. His cock surged, poking hard against her belly through his pants.
Feeling that iron hardness, Guihua moaned. If not for the onlooker, she'd drag him off for a proper fuck. Instead, she struggled up, flushed and glassy-eyed, hair disheveled. Voice barely a whisper: "Ma Jun... let's go." She swayed her plump ass ahead.
Stunned, Ma Jun caught up. They reached a desolate spot. Guihua pointed. "That's our village's old opera stage. No idea how old—elders say centuries. County heritage folks checked it. Come on, let's look."
Up close, the stage was carved and painted elegantly, hints of past glory amid crumbling walls. Cobblestones and weeds gave it a lonely hush. A breeze chilled Ma Jun—good it was daytime; night would terrify him.
"Let's go up. Looks ragged outside, but inside's nice." Grinning, Guihua took his hand again, leading him up the steps. Inside, she pointed overhead. "See? Colorful paintings up there. Dunno what they depict."
Ma Jun looked: mythical figures in the ceiling's caisson. "Nice stage, sis-in-law. Why'd they stop using it?"
"Everyone's got TVs now—who watches plays? Old folks do." She shrugged. "Town has temple fairs with opera. Like it? Stay over summer vacay; I'll take you."
As if—without Liu Yan's visit, no way I'd come here, let alone stay, Ma Jun thought. But her smoldering gaze and the feel of her breast reignited his stirrings. "Sure, sis-in-law. I'll visit sometime."
No one around—perfect chance. Smiling slyly: "Ma Jun, be honest. What'd you see at the door at noon?"