Liu Yan's First Orgasm
Ma Jun stormed off in a huff. Though he'd told himself not to give a damn about Liu Yan anymore, the rage burning in his chest had no outlet, leaving him pent-up and miserable. He itched to turn back and have it out with her one more time. He hated Li Jianjun for his despicable, shameless deception of Liu Yan, but he hated her just as much for failing to see through the old pervert's mask—for falling for it hook, line, and sinker, jerking him off and even offering to suck his dick.
But what could he do about it? He and Liu Yan had no real connection. No matter how far she fell or how slutty she got, he had no right to call her out. The thought plunged Ma Jun into utter dejection. Sure, he'd already fucked two sexy mature women—Zhang Li and Cao Meng—but Liu Yan still held the top spot in his heart. He didn't just crave her plump, seductive body; he yearned to conquer this lonely housewife's soul. Maybe every teenage boy harbored that dream: merging with his dream teacher, reveling in carnal bliss. But most could only leave school with regrets, growing up unfulfilled. Ma Jun had once idolized Liu Yan as an untouchable goddess, never daring to fantasize. Yet after his sexual awakening with Zhang Li, he now saw her as just another woman. Goddess or not, she had desires, troubles, and needs—like any pussy that craved a fat cock pounding it till she screamed. Too bad he'd probably never get to taste Liu Yan's tender slit.
Only now did Ma Jun realize how indulgent Zhang Li had been with him. In those little porn books, teachers were always horny sluts seducing students into bed. But in real life, a kid trying to hook up with one was next to impossible. Liu Yan's standoffish attitude was the norm for most female teachers. Without Zhang Li taking the initiative back then, he'd still be jerking off like every other desperate guy.
Thinking of Zhang Li's snowy-white tits and plump, juicy pussy made Ma Jun's cock twitch hard again. Before he knew it, he'd wandered to the alley near her house. He knew her husband and son might be home at this hour, but he couldn't fight the urge. He slipped into the alley and eased up to her door, giving the gate a tentative push. It was just latched, not locked. Boldly, he cracked it open and squeezed inside.
The courtyard was pitch-black, but light spilled from the living room window. The TV was on, playing some drama, though Zhang Li was nowhere in sight. The side room to the west had its curtains drawn but glowed faintly—Ma Jun knew that was where her son Yang Chao stayed. He was probably doing homework.
A quick glance at the dark kitchen confirmed she wasn't there. Was she in Yang Chao's room? Ma Jun crept to the west window and peered in. The small space held a bed and desk. Yang Chao hunched over his homework, brow furrowed. As a third-year junior high kid facing entrance exams, his workload was brutal—unlike Ma Jun, just a freshman with time to burn.
No Zhang Li. Disappointed, Ma Jun figured she'd popped over to a neighbor's and turned to leave. But then Yang Chao glanced at the door, pulled a tattered porn mag from his drawer, and flipped through it eagerly. One hand vanished under the desk, working furiously as he muttered, "Teacher Gao, you're such a slut. I wanna fuck your nasty pussy."
Ma Jun nearly burst out laughing, but a pang of sympathy hit him too. Zhang Li's kid was no different—fantasizing about school teachers. All guys were the same. The difference? Ma Jun had graduated to balls-deep reality, pounding his homeroom teacher's mature, slutty body, while Yang Chao hid jerking off.
"Ah! Who's there?"
A woman's sharp cry rang out behind him. Ma Jun whipped around to see Zhang Li standing nearby in a loose tank top and shorts, her thick white thighs bare. She clutched the waistband of her shorts, fresh from the bathroom.
He rushed over, clapping a hand over her mouth. "Teacher Zhang, it's me," he whispered.
She froze, then relaxed at his voice, her eyes wide. "Ma Jun, are you insane? What the hell are you doing sneaking into my house at night?"
Before he could answer, the side room door creaked open. Yang Chao, hearing her, was checking it out. No hiding spots nearby—Ma Jun ducked behind Zhang Li, his face inches from her plump, full ass. Her musky woman-scent hit him, stirring his cock.
"Mom? What happened?"
Yang Chao poked his head out. The light behind him silhouetted him against the dark yard; he could see Zhang Li but not Ma Jun.
"Nothing! Just saw a rat scurrying around. Scared me. Go back to your homework."
Her voice wavered, terrified her son would spot him.
Yang Chao, busted nearly reading porn, didn't press. He ducked back and shut the door.
Zhang Li yanked Ma Jun up and dragged him to the gate, face stern. "Ma Jun, this is reckless. Go home now, or I swear I'll never speak to you again."
Since they'd fucked, she couldn't muster her teacher authority anymore—this was her last resort.
Ma Jun knew he'd gone too far. Seeing her truly pissed, he reached for the gate. But footsteps approached outside, followed by a slurred man's voice: "Hey, big sis, where you off to so late?"
Zhang Li paled—it was her husband, Yang Hongbing, back from boozing early. She shoved Ma Jun behind the gate, heart pounding as she waited.
A woman's voice chimed in outside: "Brother Yang, you been out drinking again? I was just at Widow Wang's next door and heading home."
That soft, coquettish tone—Zhang Li recognized Su Xia, the flirty neighbor whose trucker husband was always away. Su Xia loved gossiping, but Zhang Li found her tacky.
"Sis, you're barely dressed. Nights are chilly—don't catch cold."
Yang Hongbing chuckled, lingering to chat instead of coming in.
"Brother Yang, talk is fine, but keep your hands to yourself. If sis finds out, she'll think I'm seducing you."
Su Xia sounded scolding, but smug.
"Nah, my wife's not the jealous type."
Yang Hongbing brushed it off wistfully. "Sis, you've got a killer figure. Not like my wife—fat as hell since the kid."
Zhang Li burned with fury and shock. She'd suspected their affair; now hearing him trash her to Su Xia's face made her tremble, ready to burst out. But Ma Jun's hand grabbed her arm, his face full of concern. Her heart warmed; she leaned into him instinctively.
Ma Jun pulled her hot, curvy body against his, inhaling her scent. Excited, he slipped a hand under her tank top, groping a slick, heaving tit. His other hand dove into her shorts from behind, kneading her fat ass. Good thing this busty bombshell's hubby doesn't appreciate her—leaves her ripe for me, he thought.
Zhang Li jolted, shooting him a reproachful glare. This kid's getting too bold, she thought. Yesterday he'd nearly fucked her with her son right outside the bedroom door. Now this? But his obsession with her body flattered her. Hubby might scorn her chubby frame, but young studs still craved it. Her guilt over fucking Ma Jun evaporated.
Seeing no real resistance, Ma Jun got bolder, mauling her soft, greasy tits. His other hand slid down her crack to her dripping slit, fingering the squelching hole. Her pussy clenched and leaked nectar—she was turned on. He yanked down her shorts, baring her huge ass, dropped his pants, and freed his rock-hard cock, aiming to plunge right in.
Zhang Li snapped out of her haze, grabbing his scorching shaft and shaking her head frantically. Her husband was right outside.
Ma Jun, cock-brain in overdrive, wanted nothing more than to dump his load in her juicy cunt. He tugged her behind a pile of junk by the gate—out of sight even if Yang Hongbing barged in. He bent her against the wall, ass up, and rubbed his thick rod along her sopping lips before slamming home. No holding back—he pounded away.
Zhang Li nearly screamed as his huge cock stuffed her. She gasped, annoyed at his roughness, but the fullness overwhelmed it. Eyes shut, she savored the thrill of fucking a 15-year-old boy. Her juices gushed; her pale ass wiggled sluttily.
Out in the alley, Yang Hongbing flirted hot and heavy with Su Xia. He'd been hot for the saucy young wife forever, but her hubby was trouble—no way he'd risk actual fucking. Teasing and groping were enough. Ironic: his own wife was getting railed by a kid her son's age, pussy flooding.
After dozens of thrusts, Ma Jun's glans itched with the urge to cum. He hiked up her tank, freeing her massive tits to the air. Gripping her ass, he hammered harder—slap-slap-slap. Her jugs bounced like playful bunnies.
"What's that noise?"
Su Xia paused, listening, then giggled. "Brother Yang, sounds like someone's fucking. Not at your place, is it?"
"Impossible."
Yang Hongbing scoffed, eyes on her slim waist. "Sis, with your hub away half a month, you must get lonely."
"Lonely as hell. Bored to death."
Su Xia glanced at him coyly. "Not even anyone to scrub my back in the shower."
Yang Hongbing's cock throbbed—he wanted to maul her—but chickened out. Her man would kill him.
In the yard, things hit fever pitch. Zhang Li, nearly naked, braced against the wall, her lush white body quivering as Ma Jun's cock pistoned her hole. Tits shaking, juices streaming down her thighs, face flushed and panting—she was in ecstasy. Suddenly her legs stiffened, ass bucking wildly. A hot squirt erupted from her cunt, drenching Ma Jun as she climaxed.
Her tight, fat pussy milked him, hot nectar scalding his tip. Ma Jun grabbed her ass and jackhammered a dozen strokes. His cock throbbed, blasting thick ropes of cum deep inside her.
Fucking mature women is the best, Ma Jun thought. He didn't pull out right away, just held her soft, heated body, catching his breath before reluctantly withdrawing. His shaft glistened with their mixed fluids, reeking of sex.
Post-orgasm Zhang Li glowed seductively. Worried the noise had tipped her husband, she glared at Ma Jun, yanked up her shorts, tugged down her top over her tits, and whispered, "Stay put. I'll lure him away—then run home."
She smoothed her messy hair and called out, "Hongbing, that you?"
"Yeah, yeah—it's me."
Yang Hongbing broke off with Su Xia and pushed in. Seeing Zhang Li's plump figure, he felt revulsion, daydreaming of Su Xia's slim waist. He missed the shadow slipping out behind him.
Ma Jun strolled home feeling euphoric, all his Liu Yan frustrations gone. Who needs her? Zhang Li's all I need. Fuck Liu Yan, he thought.
Outside San Zhong's gate ran a drainage ditch, clogged and overflowing in rains, stinking with sewage. The school and Urban Construction Bureau had complained endlessly until Principal Li Jianjun pulled strings. Early morning, five or six workers arrived to clear it, prying up slabs and shoveling out the reeking muck.
The bureau sent a bespectacled supervisor who pretended to inspect before bailing. Once gone, the crew ditched their shovels, slumping by the school wall for smokes. Work more or less—same pay. Might as well slack.
It was 8 a.m., peak student rush. Suddenly, a tall, icy beauty in her mid-twenties strode by: white long-sleeve shirt, tight jeans. Massive tits strained her blouse; slim waist, perky ass, toned legs gleamed. Her exposed neck and wrists shone milky-white, exuding mature allure—marred only by a faint melancholy.
This was Liu Yan. Last night's masked man had left deep bite marks on her tits and thighs, still bruised. She'd covered up. Passing hurrying students, she regretted slapping Ma Jun, lost in regret—until she caught the workers ogling her chest and legs. Blushing, she hurried on, head down. Normally she'd ignore stares, but after last night's violation, men's lustful eyes repulsed her.
Her shy allure stunned the workers. They ogled till she vanished into San Zhong, then erupted.
"Fuck, those tits are huge—jiggling like crazy. Got my dick rock-hard."
One rubbed his crotch wistfully. "Bet they'd feel amazing. If she were mine, I'd fuck her seven or eight times a night, no sleep."
"Dream on. She's a teacher—gorgeous, good job. No way she'd touch you."
Another scoffed. "You bust your ass for 1k a month? Be glad if you snag any wife, frog."
Laughter rang out. But a scrawny worker stayed quiet, rubbing his gloved hand—back still sore from last night. Recalling Liu Yan's huge tits milking him, he smirked coldly. His buddies lusted after a woman he'd already used. Shame he hadn't fucked her pussy. Remembering her knife-waving fury sobered him. Plenty of lonely housewives in Gu County—no need risking this one.
Liu Yan entered the office building, climbed to the second-floor Chinese teachers' room. As a regular teacher, no private office—only homeroom leads like Zhang Li got those. She envied Zhang Li's space but lacked the seniority. She squeezed in with colleagues.
A female teacher eyed her outfit. "Whoa, sun rising in the west? Our bombshell Liu dressing so modest? Not your style."
Liu Yan glanced over. Li Wen, early 30s, decent-looking with a nice figure. Pre-Liu Yan, she'd been the guys' favorite. Now ignored, she sniped constantly. Liu Yan ignored her, sat at her desk, pulled out her lesson plans, and prepped.
Li Wen huffed, jutting her chest for the male teachers. "Whaddya think of my new skirt? Nabbed it yesterday at the new supermarket—over 400 bucks."
Li Wen was hot: slim, perky tits, round ass, pale skin. Her blue low-cut halter dress bared half her boobs; black stockings hugged her thighs—pure fire.
"Li Wen, perfect on you."
The men drooled over her cleavage and legs, cocks tenting. They'd kill to see her naked—or gangbang her if rape weren't illegal.
Li Wen preened under their stares. Liu Yan had stolen her thunder; she wasn't that hot—just younger and flashier. This pricey dress reclaimed the spotlight.
But after Li Wen, eyes drifted to Liu Yan. Her modest cover-up fueled fantasies of those hidden mega-tits, adding mystery. Her every frown, gesture—even pondering—was seductive, effortlessly alluring. Li Wen's overt posing seemed tacky by comparison.
Liu Yan ignored the rivalry, absorbed in Zhang Li's borrowed plans—packed with teaching wisdom that enlightened her. She aspired to be like Zhang Li someday.
A note slid over: bold ink scrawled aping the ugly, courting humiliation. She glanced at sender: mid-40s Zhang Yang, smiling at her, sneering at prancing Li Wen.
Liu Yan smiled, radiant with mature charm. Zhang Yang was steady, low-key—the rare colleague she liked. Literary, great handwriting, he'd share poems for feedback. She admired his talent, felt he was wasted as a San Zhong teacher.
Her smile rippled Zhang Yang's calm heart with admiration. Unlike others fixated on her body, he adored her aloof elegance. He dreamed of her as his muse—not like the leadership-chasing hacks. But she kept him at professional arm's length. Knowing her husband was away, he'd considered visiting for literary chats but feared scaring her off. Three years of tepid colleague vibes left him frustrated.
Liu Yan finished prepping early, doodling idly—then realized she'd scrawled Ma Jun repeatedly. She scribbled it out, crumpled the paper, tossed it. Her cheeks burned; her heart fluttered. He'd seemed a typical freshman, brief encounters. Yet after the drama, he'd rooted in her mind inescapably.
Absurd, she thought. Crushing on an adult? Possible. But a 15-year-old? She was over a decade older—a teacher. Taboo. Yet why didn't his confessions repulse her? Why care if he fooled around? Why hurt at his accusations? Why obsess after his cruel words last night?
Because you like him.
The truth she'd denied.
No—impossible.
Lightning-struck, she froze, mind blank. Memories flashed: every moment with Ma Jun vivid, his every word etched. Do I really like this boy?
Panic flickered; she shook her head. But his image sharpened, grinning: "Teacher Liu, I really like you. I wanna grope your huge tits. I wanna fuck your slutty pussy."
Liu Yan flushed crimson, ears burning—yet thrilled. Thighs clenched; heat built in her tender hole, craving his adult-sized cock.
"Teacher Liu, you okay?"
Zhang Yang noticed her flush. "Cold? Want meds?"
"Fine, thanks."
She gulped water, but thirst lingered—a blaze of long-suppressed lust, ignited by admitting her feelings for Ma Jun.
Zhang Yang's glances unnerved her. She fled to the women's restroom, locked the end stall, dropped her jeans. Her white lace panties were damp. Hearing no one, she rubbed her pink labia. Like any lonely woman, she masturbated sometimes—but always ended emptier.
Her petal-soft lips swelled under her fingers; nectar glistened. Leaning on the wall, eyes shut, she imagined Ma Jun's thick cock approaching, parting her long legs. "Teacher Liu, I'm here."
He thrust in, his engorged shaft filling her utterly.
Ahh—no, Ma Jun! I'm your teacher!
She moaned sluttily, fingers plunging her tight hole. The pleasure dwarfed past solos. Her pussy spasmed; thighs locked; hot squirts soaked her fingers, panties, jeans—like Ma Jun's cum blasting her.
Liu Yan, the lonely busty teacher, had finally climaxed—lost in fantasy of student sex. Her first true orgasm.