Chapter 1: Ravishing the Voluptuous Homeroom Teacher
Ma Jun was a high school freshman, his grades middling in the class, but he stood tall at nearly 1.75 meters, towering over most of the other boys like a crane among chickens.
During the morning break for exercises, Ma Jun skipped it, hiding in the bathroom with a few classmates to smoke. The cigarettes had been swiped from home by Huang Guoxin, whose dad was the deputy director of the county's Urban Construction Bureau—loaded as hell.
“Huang Guoxin, how's it going with Li Ting?” one of the boys suddenly asked.
Li Ting was the prettiest girl in their class—tall, fair-skinned, the dream girl of every guy there. Huang Guoxin had been bragging forever about landing her, but he hadn't made any headway.
“No sweat, Li Ting's gonna be my girlfriend sooner or later,” Huang Guoxin boasted, then added uneasily, “You guys better not poach my turf.”
“Bullshit,” Ma Jun scoffed, flicking his cigarette butt into the urinal. “If you can't seal the deal, don't blame others for stepping in. If some kid from another class beats you to it, we'd all look like idiots.”
“Give me a little more time, I'll bag Li Ting for sure.” Huang Guoxin's face shifted—he was genuinely worried Ma Jun might go after her.
“Relax, I'm not into fighting you over your picks.” Ma Jun clapped Huang Guoxin on the shoulder, stepped up to the urinal, unzipped, and hauled out his thick, massive cock, unleashing a straight, powerful stream of piss. Maybe he'd held it too long; the thing was rock-hard upright, blasting the opposite wall and even peeling off some plaster.
The other boys weren't about to be outdone. They whipped out their own dicks and sprayed at the wall for all they were worth, but none matched Ma Jun's size—they couldn't come close to that sweeping dominance.
“Fuck, Ma Jun, what does your mom feed you every day? How'd your cock get so huge?” Huang Guoxin shot him a jealous glare as he pulled out his own and started pissing. If Ma Jun's was a giant python, Huang Guoxin's was just a goddamn earthworm.
Ma Jun grinned smugly, gave his cock a couple shakes with his hand, then tucked it away. He had no clue why his dick had grown so enormous. Genetics? Too bad his dad had died young—no way to check.
The exercise music was winding down, so the boys bolted from the bathroom. Right then, a stunning woman in her late twenties came striding up—smoking hot, seductive as sin. She wore a red dress that hugged her full, tall figure, the hem riding high to flaunt her snowy, plump thighs. But those tits—massive, pale orbs thrusting proudly from her chest, jiggling with every step, enough to set any guy's blood on fire.
Ma Jun's heart pounded at the sight of this sexy bombshell. His blood boiled; he ached to grab those full, perky breasts and squeeze. His dick, freshly softened, sprang rock-hard again, tenting his pants obscenely.
The woman spotted them and froze, her eyes dropping to the bulge in Ma Jun's crotch. Her cheeks flushed crimson; she ducked her head and hurried into the women's restroom nearby.
Once she was gone, the boys snapped out of it. Huang Guoxin swallowed hard. “Fuck, Liu Yan's buns look even bigger. Bet that old perv Li Jianjun's been groping 'em. Get the chance, I'd pound her good—those tits are insane.” The bombshell was Liu Yan, the school's Chinese teacher—not their class's, but married, with a husband always away on business. Rumor had it she was banging Principal Li Jianjun.
Some even spun vivid tales: Li Jianjun railing Liu Yan in his office, her bent over the desk, ass up white and juicy, him slamming into her cock-first till she screamed.
Of course, rumors were just rumors—the principals wouldn't confirm, lest they make it real. Nobody cared if it was true; it was fantasy fodder, swapping themselves in for Li Jianjun.
The boys nodded eagerly. For hormone-raging teens, a mature vixen like Liu Yan was irresistible. But Ma Jun's face darkened. “Cut the crap. Teacher Liu's not like that. Say shit about her again, and I'll snag Li Ting myself.”
Huang Guoxin grinned. “Whoa, Ma Jun, getting defensive? Liu Yan ain't your wife. Don't tell me you're into her—that why you don't give a damn about Li Ting?”
Ma Jun clammed up, like Huang Guoxin had hit a nerve. He slipped into the classroom, plopped at his desk, cracked a textbook—but his mind swirled with Liu Yan's hypnotic tits.
He'd been obsessed since first laying eyes on her. That sultry face, that killer body—mature housewife perfection. Every night, he'd jerk his iron-hard cock to her image till he blasted thick cum.
But Ma Jun knew it was hopeless. He was just a student; she was a teacher, married—maybe Principal's side piece. Still, he couldn't kill the urge. Spotting her at school always revved him up, but he'd never dared speak. Those glorious, full huge tits? He could only drool from afar.
Third period was Chinese. Their teacher, Zhang Li, was in her forties, curvy enough—not Liu Yan-level stacked, but shapely. Her plain face did nothing for Ma Jun.
If only Liu Yan taught us, he thought, eyeing Zhang Li drone through the text. Then I'd see her every day.
After class, Zhang Li called, “Ma Jun, come to my office. Need a word.”
He blinked, nodded, and followed. Despite average grades, he aced Chinese—class rep for it.
Zhang Li led; Ma Jun trailed, eyeing her back. Tight jeans hugged a plump, round ass, slim waist—damn fine for her age.
Ma Jun mused: Face aside, her body's hot. Fucking her would rock. Bet her hubby's tapping that daily—women that age crave it hard.
They hit the office building; her room was upstairs. Two steps up, she slipped backward. Ma Jun lunged, hands clamping her chest—full, yielding tits. He froze.
He'd snuck porn with Huang Guoxin, knew the basics—but never touched a girl. Now, a mature woman's breasts in his grip.
Soft, spongy bliss. Liu Yan's earlier tease reignited; his thick rod stiffened, poking her plush ass through thin pants.
Zhang Li froze too. Student contact like this? She tried shoving his hands off, but electric tingles zapped her tits—no strength to fight. Part of her craved more.
Her marriage sucked—no sex in years. Horny as hell, but teacher dignity kept her solo-fingering. Now, this accidental grope lit her pent-up fire.
Feeling his rigid bulge grind her ass, she nearly moaned. She'd liked Ma Jun as a student—now, he felt like a man.
Ma Jun panicked, released her. “Teacher Zhang, you okay? I didn't mean—”
Her hefty chest heaved, straining her white blouse, cheeks pink. She inhaled deep. “I'm fine, thanks, Ma Jun.” Calm tone—no anger? He fretted: What if she thinks I groped on purpose? Still, that feel was heaven. First real look at his teacher.
Her office: cramped, seven or eight square meters—desk, file cabinet, sofa, bed in back. Spotless, with hanging plants on the sill.
“These are last week's homework notebooks. Pass 'em out.” She pointed casually, like nothing happened.
“Got it.” Ma Jun exhaled. No scolding? He'd overstepped big-time.
She assigned tasks, but snuck peeks at his crotch bulge. Does he want me?
“Teacher Zhang, if that's all, back to class?” He hugged the stack.
“Wait.” She stopped him. “Can you stay late after school? Need help.”
“Sure, no problem.” He nodded—teachers often roped kids in.
Alone, Zhang Li pondered. The “help” was bullshit. Why keep him? Did she want her student? Taboo.
Recalling his grab, heat flushed her. She cupped her chest absently; pussy dampened.
Bad marriage, no affairs—small-town scandal would ruin her. So, solo sessions. But fingers paled to flesh.
Rare visitors. She leaned back, unbuttoned jeans, slipped fingers into soaked panties. Eyes glazed.
Ma Jun, oblivious, lugged notebooks downstairs. At the stairs: Liu Yan ascending.
From above, her dress neckline revealed those massive, pale tits—fuller, perkier than Zhang Li's. What would they feel like?
Liu Yan caught his stare, clutched her neckline, shot him a dirty look, and headed to offices.
Ma Jun snapped to: her red mini-skirt, snowy legs—cock twitched, nodding at her ass like it craved diving under for a taste.
She vanished inside. Ma Jun sighed, returned to class, half-assed handing out books, sat daydreaming of both teachers' curves.
Liu Yan outshone, but zero shot. Zhang Li? No freakout over the grope—opportunity?
Evening “help”—her ploy for alone time? Recalling those tits: mouth dry. Liu Yan or not, Zhang Li would do. But don't misread.
Afternoon dragged. Bell rang; kids filed out. Ma Jun lingered, faking homework to slip away last.
Finally, just duty kids and... Li Ting, finishing homework as usual.
She stretched, spotted him. Surprised—Ma Jun was average, save Chinese.
“Li Ting, still here?” He smiled, scanning her: class flower, slim beauty, but tiny tits—no match for the teachers' udders.
“Yeah, heading out. You?” Sweet smile; she packed up.
“Homework. Go ahead.” He pretended to write; she left, disappointed. No time—focused on Zhang Li.
Sunset by exit. He rushed to office building; her light glowed. Heart raced.
Upstairs, knocked softly. “Come in.” Her voice tense.
Inside: Zhang Li at desk, swapped blouse for T-shirt—braless? Nipples poked; jeans gone for shorts, thick thighs bare.
“Teacher Zhang, what ya need?” Ma Jun heated up. She radiated womanly allure—irresistible mature flesh.
“Old lesson plans to sort. Help?” She rose, pointing folders. Tits swayed hypnotically.
“Sure.” Disappointment—no ploy? But this outfit... teasing?
He sat sofa-side, sorted, stealing glances at her bent over desk—plump thighs peeking from shorts. Stripped? Hot thought.
“Teacher Zhang, some files missing.”
“Lemme see.” She sat close on sofa—thigh-to-thigh, ass plush. Ma Jun swooned; cock hardened.
She searched, failed. “Lost 'em. Do others.” Propped hand to rise—landed on his crotch. Hot steel. She yelped, toppled into him.
He caught her feverish body, trembling with need. Control snapped; he crushed her close, lips seeking hers.
“Ma Jun, what—?!” Shock; she pushed. Tempted deep down, but hesitant. Not ready. His rush wrecked her plan.
“Teacher Zhang, I like you.” Stammering, he kissed her face wildly, hand stroking cool thigh, other mauling dream tits.
She dodged, no scream—her invite, her office. Awkward if caught. Just resisted hands.
But he was stronger. Pinned her to sofa, yanked T-shirt up—snowy giants bounced free.
Eyes ablaze, he dove, sucking a tit hard. Mature scent fueled his fire. He needed to fuck her.
Shorts off: thighs parted, dense bush, fat lips glistening—begging.
“Ma Jun, we can't. I'm your teacher!” His feral eyes scared her; legs clamped.
He heard nothing—lost in her nude glory. Only goal: claim her.
Clothes shed, cock bobbing, he mounted, spread legs, thrust wild—but virgin, missing the hole. Frantic.
Zhang Li sighed. “Fine, Ma Jun. My fault too. If you want it, take it.” Gripped his scorching rod, guided to her sopping slit.
Hot, slick grip hit; he slammed—schlup—huge head breached, plunging deep into warm, sucking heaven. Urge to piss surged; near-instant cum. Breath held, froze, gasping atop her.
She yelped at entry, hips bucking instinctively—but he stalled halfway. Teased, she soothed: “Easy, slow.”
He eased deeper—juicy, effortless—bottomed out.
Long-dry pussy overwhelmed; she gaped silent, arms crushing him. Teacher pride gone—pure woman bliss.
This is sex? Ma Jun shuddered, staring at her lust-flushed face, cock milked tight. Brain spun: Fucking my teacher—for real.
She urged: “Pull back slow, thrust in—not too fast.” Guided, he pumped—ecstasy waves. Tits jiggled; he latched nipples, hips hammering.
Her moans seduced; thighs locked him in. Hundred strokes: tingle built. Groan, clutched her, frenzied pumps—erupted deep, flooding her. Collapsed, spent, panting.
Zhang Li: orgasmic wreck—hair wild, sweat-slick, face blissed-out.
Minutes later, he slid off. Her stare unnerved. “Teacher Zhang, sorry—I lost it.”
She sat, wiped pussy with tissue, cleaned his cum-dripping cock. Lips bit: “Ma Jun, think I'm shameless? Fucking my student.”
“No way! I respect you.” He shook head. “My fault. Bad kid. Yell, hit me—” Slapped own face.
She grabbed his hand, sighed. “My fault too. Don't laugh—years without sex, solo nights. Your hug today... dirty thoughts. Called you here to seduce. Changed clothes at home. I'm awful—no face left.” Tears flowed.
Ma Jun panicked at her sobs. Proper Zhang Li, starved at peak horniness—hubby neglect. How'd she endure?
“Don't cry. Glad it was my first—with you.” Complex now: lust plus pity. Deserved cherishing.
“Thanks, Ma Jun.” Wiped tears. “Rediscovered womanhood. Nearly died cumming—never that good.”
Pride swelled: virgin conquest. Her drought amplified it.
“Felt amazing. Wish longer.” Still hungry.
She smiled. “First times are quick. Practice makes perfect.”
His eyes lit. “Can we... again?”
Blushing nod—adorably coy.
Bold, he hugged her nude form, kissed deep, mauled tits, fingered bushy slit. Cock revived fast.
She thrilled—youth stamina! Reciprocated, stroking him.
“Teacher Zhang, want you again.”
“Call me Li Jie.” Awkward otherwise.
“Li Jie, fuck me.” Hands on plush ass; pre-cum beaded.
“Come on.” She bent over bed, ass up—lips parted, pink innards dripping.
He aligned, slid home—bliss reloaded. Gripped hips, pounded half-hour—slap-slap. She came twice; collapsed.
Nearly eight by cleanup. “Go home—mom'll worry.” He clung, groping; finally left.