Busty Teacher Liu Yan Chapter 11: The Lewd True Nature of the Mature Homeroom Teacher Zhang Li
After bidding farewell to Li Ting and her family, Ma Jun arrived at school in a distracted state. The campus was eerily quiet, devoid of any human presence. He made his way to the water basin outside the cafeteria, twisted the faucet open, and splashed his face with the icy tap water. Only then did the agitation from moments ago begin to subside—but the alluring figure of Li Ting's mother still lingered vividly in his mind.
Ma Jun had never imagined Li Ting's mom could be such a seductive woman. Her figure and looks were in no way inferior to Liu Yan's; she even carried an air of noble elegance. It was hard to picture how captivating Shu Meiyu must have been a decade ago—probably much like Liu Yan now, driving every man who laid eyes on her to obsession, desperate to conquer her by any means necessary.
But Ma Jun didn't dare entertain such thoughts. After all, Shu Meiyu was Li Ting's mother and the wife of Principal Li Jianjun. He had no desire to court trouble. Besides, he already had Zhang Li, and he'd hooked up with Huang Guoxin's mother, Cao Meng. Things were overwhelming enough as it was. He was just a high school freshman, after all, and he needed to focus his energy on his studies.
His top priority right now was improving his grades. Ma Jun slipped into the classroom through the back door again, picked up the book he'd been reading that morning, and continued. After about an hour, his back and waist ached. He set the book down, stretched lazily—and suddenly realized someone was standing behind him. Turning around, he froze, instinctively standing up in surprise. "Teacher Zhang, what brings you here?" It was indeed Zhang Li. Perhaps because it was the weekend, she wasn't dressed as conservatively as she usually was in class. Instead, she wore a black skirt that revealed her two snow-white thighs, her massive tits thrusting proudly upward, a deep cleavage on full display. She looked incredibly sexy and alluring.
Zhang Li's eyes shimmered with emotion as she walked over to Ma Jun's side, her face beaming with pride. "I stopped by the office to grab some things and noticed the back door of the classroom ajar, so I came to check. I never expected to find you here studying, Ma Jun. You really haven't let me down." As she spoke, she absentmindedly adjusted her hair. It was the first time Ma Jun had seen this feminine side of her—he stared, entranced.
Noticing Ma Jun's dumbfounded gaze, Zhang Li flushed with a hint of shyness. "I just got my hair done. What do you think? Looks good?" In an instant, the stern homeroom teacher transformed into a flirtatious mature woman brimming with desire. To her now, Ma Jun wasn't just her most promising student—he was the young stud who made her feel like a woman again.
"Looks great." Gazing at her shy, bewitching expression, Ma Jun blurted it out. The mature woman's scent wafting from her body ignited him. He pulled her voluptuous frame into his arms, groping her plump ass through the thin fabric of her skirt. His cock stirred to life.
"What are you doing? What if someone sees?" Zhang Li's face changed, a flicker of unease as she struggled. This wasn't her office—anyone passing by outside could spot them.
"No one's around." Fondling the springy flesh of her ass, Ma Jun's impulses surged again. His rock-hard cock pressed against her soft belly. The desire Shu Meiyu had stoked earlier flared back up, his mind racing with visions of fucking this mature homeroom teacher senseless.
Zhang Li itched all over from his touch, torn between pleasure and worry. It had been days since they'd fucked, and she was pent-up too. If they weren't in the classroom, she'd have half-heartedly yielded to his massive cock plunging into her slutty hole long ago.
Groping through the skirt wasn't enough for Ma Jun. He hiked it up, hands sliding directly onto her smooth, pale thighs. But when he tried to yank off her panties, she stopped him firmly.
"Ma Jun, not now. If we're caught, we're done for." Zhang Li panted heavily, her cheeks flushed. She craved this tall stud badly, but a shred of reason held her back. Neither she nor Ma Jun could afford the fallout of discovery.
Hearing her, Ma Jun reluctantly let go, taking a deep breath. He knew she was right—the setting and timing were all wrong.
"Ma Jun, I'm starting to regret this." Zhang Li straightened her clothes, eyeing his dissatisfaction with a pang of remorse. "Maybe I'm ruining you. You're still just a student, after all."
"Don't say that, Teacher Zhang." Ma Jun snapped out of it. "I promise I'll study hard. I'll catch up on my grades."
"I hope so." Zhang Li still looked anxious. She picked up his Chinese textbook from the desk, flipping through it. "Good thing I've got time now. Let's review last week's material." She dragged over a stool from nearby and began earnestly explaining the key points.
Ma Jun inwardly groaned but forced himself to focus. It didn't last—soon his eyes wandered to her heaving tits. He couldn't resist reaching for her thigh again.
Zhang Li shot him a glare, making him withdraw, and continued lecturing. But moments later, his hand crept back. After a few rounds, she gave up scolding him, letting his palm roam her thigh while she suppressed the tingling itch, pretending nothing was amiss as she taught. She clung desperately to her dignity as homeroom teacher.
After a bit, seeing no real protest, Ma Jun slid his hand higher, toward her crotch. His fingers pressed against her panties— the bulky pad was gone. His heart leaped; today was the day. He pulled back, suddenly attentive to the lesson.
Zhang Li finished the full review, had him do a few problems—all correct—and nodded approvingly. "Ma Jun, you're smart. Just put your mind to it, and you'll catch up. I'll keep pushing you like this. No slacking."
"Teacher Zhang, I've been working so hard. Don't I deserve a reward?" Ma Jun grinned.
"How do you always think about that?" Zhang Li sighed, half-exasperated, mostly eager. His earlier groping had her pussy leaking nectar, aching for his hot cock.
"Teacher Zhang, how about your office?" Ma Jun was impatient. Weekend school was empty—they could fuck freely, no worries.
"Fine. You come later. Don't let anyone see." Zhang Li agreed, swaying out toward the office building.
Ma Jun waited a few minutes in the classroom, then packed up and slipped out the back. Eager to ravage her lush body again, his blood ran hot. He broke into a jog toward the building—but froze at voices from the second-floor stairwell. He halted, eavesdropping quietly.
"Teacher Liu, working at school on the weekend?" Principal Li Jianjun's hearty voice echoed from upstairs.
Ma Jun's mind raced. Teacher Liu—Liu Yan? Were they together? Was the school rumor true, that Liu Yan was Li Jianjun's secret lover? Curiosity piqued, he crept up a few steps and peered up. There she was, Liu Yan at the stairwell, back to him, heading to her office. Facing her: a man in his fifties—Principal Li Jianjun, the same guy he'd seen shopping with his family earlier.
Wasn't Li Jianjun out with his wife and daughter? Why was he suddenly here? Ma Jun wondered if it was to meet Liu Yan. His heart pounded—he felt like he'd stumbled on a secret. Holding his breath, he waited for her reply.
Liu Yan seemed surprised, avoiding his gaze. "Nothing much on the weekend. Thought I'd check some textbooks in the office." It was just an excuse. She'd been in a foul mood since snapping at Ma Jun at lunch, worsened by bumping into Feng Kun. She wandered aimlessly to school, planning to hole up in her office—but ran into Li Jianjun descending from the third floor.
Li Jianjun eyed the famous beauty teacher appraisingly, approval in his gaze. He chuckled. "Teacher Liu, fresh out of a top university—you're dedicated, recharging even on weekends. San Zhong needs talents like you. I hear your husband's always away. Any life troubles, come to me. I'll help however I can."
"Thanks for your concern, Principal Li. I'll keep working hard." Liu Yan replied uneasily, unsure if it was politeness or genuine. Either way, she'd keep her distance—no need to fuel rumors by getting too close to the principal.
"Keep it up." Li Jianjun smiled, nodded, and headed downstairs. Ma Jun ducked behind the stairs, watching him leave the building. Relief washed over him—their talk sounded innocent. The rumors must be malicious fabrications. With a stunner like Shu Meiyu at home, why would Li Jianjun chase others?
Ma Jun waited, but Liu Yan didn't descend. He emerged, pondering. She wasn't leaving anytime soon. If he went to Zhang Li now and Liu Yan spotted them... she'd probably write him off for good.
He debated risking it when heels clicked from above. He hid again, peeking—snowy, plump legs appeared on the stairs. Not Liu Yan: Zhang Li, phone in hand, scanning the first floor for him.
Ma Jun dashed out. "Teacher Zhang, why'd you come down?" She waved her phone apologetically. "I ordered a load of coal briquettes this morning. They just called—it's at my door. Gotta go handle it."
Ma Jun's jaw dropped. He'd been geared up to fuck her senseless, and now this? Staring longingly at her ripe curves, he recalled his mother's words and had an idea. "Teacher Zhang, let me come help. I've got nothing else."
Zhang Li hesitated. She knew his game, but they'd only ever fucked in her office—never home. Partly fear of discovery, partly guilt toward her husband.
"You can help, but nothing else." She said sternly. Her husband played mahjong weekends till evening; her son was useless for this. Without Ma Jun, she'd bug the neighbors.
"Promise, Teacher Zhang." Ma Jun grinned, following her from school to her alley home. Far off, a mountain of black coal briquettes loomed at the gate—over a thousand. Left outside, they'd vanish by night.
Zhang Li unlocked the gate, directing him to move them to the empty space by the kitchen. Ma Jun stripped off his shirt, down to a tank top, hauling for nearly an hour. Exhausted, sweaty, hands and face smeared black, he finally finished.
"Wash up and head home." Zhang Li set a basin of water in the yard. Dusk was falling; she feared her husband's return. "Hurry."
"Got it." Ma Jun was disappointed but knew home-fucking was unlikely. He washed, dressed to leave—when rowdy voices and footsteps echoed from the alley. Boys chatting.
"Shit, my son's back." Zhang Li paled, slamming the gate shut. She yanked Ma Jun inside, shoving him into her bedroom. As she turned to go out, he grabbed her waist. She struggled—but the gate rattled. In came several boys, led by a pale, skinny one clutching a basketball: Zhang Li's son Yang Chao, fifteen, in ninth grade at Yi Zhong.
"Mom? Mom!" Yang Chao called into the yard. No answer—he figured she was out. "Come on in, guys." They'd played basketball all afternoon at school, parched and beat. His place was close.
"Grab water yourselves, make yourselves at home." Yang Chao flopped on the sofa, drained, eyes half-shut. The others poured drinks, chatting ball while oblivious to the bedroom intruder.
Zhang Li exhaled, glaring daggers at Ma Jun to let go. He grinned, groping her massive tits, cock hardening against her plush ass, grinding slowly.
"What are you doing? What if they hear?" Zhang Li squirmed, itchy from his touch, terrified of her son finding out. Yet his scorching hardness thrilled her—conflicting emotions swirled.
"I'll be careful." Her reluctance emboldened him. He hiked her skirt, exposing her black cotton panties wedged deep in her plump cheeks. He groped the firm flesh, then yanked them off, revealing her juicy pussy lips glistening with nectar.
Ma Jun thrilled, fingering her entrance before dropping his pants. His thick, long cock sprang free, tip teasing her folds without thrusting in. He'd cum twice at noon—not desperate yet. He savored the sneaky thrill.
In the living room, Yang Chao and pals yapped school stuff, unaware his mom was inches away, pussy teased by her student's huge cock, on the verge.
"Teacher Gao's basketball skills are insane. We never stood a chance." One boy sulked. "I wanted to try out for the team, but forget it."
"With your scrawny build? Against Gao Hongmei? You'd get wrecked." Yang Chao scoffed. "She's a former long-distance runner— she'd outlast you running alone."
"But damn, those legs of hers." Another grinned. "I'd kill to grope 'em. Must feel amazing."
"Duh, every guy in school wants to. Got the balls?" Yang Chao snorted. "One kick from Gao Hongmei and you're airborne."
"If she let me touch once, I'd take a few kicks happily." The boy sighed. "Her body's perfection. Fuck her once? Worth dying for." They all nodded. In the bedroom, Ma Jun listened curiously. Who was this Gao Hongmei stirring such filthy thoughts? Another bombshell teacher like Liu Yan?
"What're you waiting for? Get in already." Zhang Li whispered irritably, his cockhead rubbing but not entering.
"Coming, Teacher Zhang." Ma Jun thrust forward. His massive head parted her lips, sliding into her slick, velvety depths.
"Ah... slow..." Her thighs tensed, ass arching higher instinctively, welcoming deeper penetration. Her mouth parted in ragged breaths—the unparalleled fullness only his huge cock delivered, beyond her husband's reach.
Ma Jun eased in, her walls clenching his shaft in ecstasy. Gripping her pale, fat ass, he buried himself balls-deep, uniting fully. A satisfied sigh escaped as he pumped rhythmically. Her soaked pussy slurped around him, lips flipping with each thrust, exposing pink innards.
Zhang Li blissed out silently, biting her lip, bucking her plush ass back onto his girth, savoring the cockhead battering her core. Nectar gushed; wet slaps echoed faintly.
"Huh, what's that noise?" The boy nearest the bedroom frowned. "Yang Chao, something's up in your folks' room. Check it—thieves are rampant lately."
They startled; Ma Jun froze, scanning for hiding spots if Yang Chao entered.
"Paranoid much? We got no cash. What thief hits here?" Yang Chao lounged, unmoving. "Rats probably. Ignore it." Flat-roofed houses like theirs crawled with rodents; no one cared. Ma Jun relaxed, resuming—too vigorously. Zhang Li yelped, clamping her mouth.
But they heard. Yang Chao bolted up warily, nearing the door. "Mom? You home?" Terrified, Zhang Li called out. "Yeah, me. Feeling off, lying down. You just back?"
"Yeah, basketball with friends. Grabbing water." Relieved, he probed. "You sick, Mom? Want me to take you to the clinic?"
"Ah, no need. Just tired. Sleep'll fix it." Panicking, she added, "No dinner tonight. Grab something out." She needed him gone for a proper fuck.
Ma Jun smirked, slow-thrusting her sloppy hole as she spoke, slurring her words. She glared back—stop messing around.
Yang Chao noted her odd tone but chalked it to illness. "Rest up, Mom." He herded his friends out to eat.
Gate shut—Ma Jun unleashed, pounding her fat ass, slamming deep with sloppy squelches. Zhang Li cut loose, moaning sluttily, writhing her lush body like a starved whore.
"Ah... harder... so good..." Lost in carnal fusion, she spewed shameless filth, forgetting her marriage—craving only his cock ravaging her depths.
Her lusty cries fueled Ma Jun. He hammered faster, nearly withdrawing fully before pile-driving back in. Her body quaked; tits nearly burst from her neckline.
"Aaaah... can't take it... dying..." Motor-like pistoning shattered her. She clenched rigid, ass grinding wildly, hot flood gushing in orgasm.
Ma Jun, drained from noon with Cao Meng, held out. As she slumped panting, he withdrew his slick cock, scooped her to bed, stripped her skirt—baring her voluptuous nude glory.
She lay eyes shut, flushed in afterglow. He mauled her tits, waggling his rigid cock. "Teacher Zhang, you're spent—but I'm not. What now?"
Eyes opening, she sighed. "Do what you want. Hurry—hubby's due soon. Don't get caught."
"Here I come, Teacher Zhang." He teased her dripping slit, then plunged in, shouldering her smooth thighs, railing hard.
Zhang Li sprawled limply, yielding her curves to his whims. Complex emotions churned—this was their first home fuck. She'd rationalized before: boundaries held, never at home. But she'd caved, letting him into her sanctum, defiling the marital bed. No going back.
Over a hundred thrusts in, his tip tingled with impending release—but not quite. Maybe Zhang Li's ordinariness paled next to Liu Yan or Cao Meng. If he'd bagged Cao Meng sooner, he'd never glance her way.
Recalling Cao Meng's finale, Ma Jun hoisted her fat ass, lifting her off the bed. She yelped, arms around his neck. "Ma Jun, what—put me down! You'll drop me!"
"Trust me, Teacher Zhang—I got you." Grinning, he bounced her plush cheeks, cock churning inside. Unlike petite Cao Meng, Zhang Li's heft made meaty smacks.
"Ah, too deep..." She moaned, legs clamping his waist, his cock spearing profounder.
Ma Jun hefted her pale, meaty form, palms cradling her ass, jackhammering upward. Pleasure surged; her tits jiggled wildly, purple nipples dancing lewdly.
Zhang Li wailed in ecstasy, body glued to his, nectar dripping to the floor from their junction.
"Teacher Zhang, you're such a slut. Love my cock pounding you? Want more?" Seeing her slutty side emerge—contrasting her prim lectern poise—amped him. He taunted.
"Ma Jun, too far... I'm your homeroom teacher... ah!" Shame burned her. She role-played authority despite their affair—but his mockery stung. She scowled to scold—then his thrust nuked her words.
"Teacher Zhang, always so covered up—scared kids'll see this fat ass?" He kneaded roughly, thrilling himself.
"Been dying to fuck your big ass, teacher."
"Ma Jun... stop... humiliating..." Head buried in his shoulder, she blushed furiously. A San Zhong homeroom teacher, naked and airborne-fucked by her student—mortifying, yet exhilarating. Her pussy clenched tighter.
Sensing her peak, Ma Jun dropped her ass to the bed-edge, face in her cleavage, sucking a hard nipple. Bed creaked as he hammered.
"Ah... can't... cumming..." She thrashed, gushing again. Ma Jun's tip spasmed; cock throbbed, unleashing thick ropes. He collapsed on her nude body, gasping.
Five minutes later, she stirred weakly, fearing her husband's return. She cleaned up, dressed, shooed him out—with her office key for weekend study.
Ma Jun wanted more but knew better. One last grope, then out—spotting a scrawny, reeking drunk staggering to her gate, banging it. Her husband, Ma Jun figured. Ugly, neglectful—explains their rift.
Dusk deepening, Ma Jun cut through alleys home—but paused at Liu Yan's. Just last night, breakthrough with her; today, ice cold. Cao Meng soothed, but couldn't fill the void—Liu Yan was his ultimate prize.
The growing distance ached. He sighed to leave—then spotted her nearby, standing gracefully, expression conflicted, eyes casting resentful longing his way.