Physical Contact with the Flirtatious Female Teacher
He saw a young, beautiful female teacher pinned beneath him, her face twisted in pain. She wore a low-cut suspender dress that exposed her massive, firm breasts and snow-white thighs. Her waist was slender, her ass perfectly round and perky—and most tantalizing of all, her plump, curvaceous thighs were clad in sexy black stockings, making her look utterly slutty and seductive. His big hand gripped one full, peach-shaped snow-white breast, and he subconsciously kneaded it twice, marveling at its incredible elasticity.
Ma Jun's body pressed tightly against the teacher's voluptuous frame, feeling her hot body writhing beneath him. His big cock instantly hardened, poking stiffly against her soft, plump private place. The massive head rubbed against her pussy lips through the thin fabric of her clothes, eager to plunge into that mysterious territory.
This teacher was none other than Li Wen. She had a class in third period and was rushing downstairs with her teaching materials in hand when Ma Jun collided with her, knocking her to the ground and pinning her beneath him. Seeing he was a student, she opened her mouth to curse him out—but the thrust of Ma Jun's big cock left her speechless. She'd just given Lu Qihang a blowjob and made him cum, leaving her somewhat aroused herself. Deep down, she craved a real fuck, but she never imagined it'd be a student's massive dick pressing right at her pussy entrance.
Feeling the astonishing length of his cock, Li Wen's heart raced with shock. Were high school boys these days all this impressive? It was even longer than her husband's dick. She wondered what it'd feel like buried inside her, her mind buzzing with excitement. Subconsciously, she lifted her snow-white thighs and rubbed them against Ma Jun's body, her almond eyes watery as she gazed at him, seemingly enjoying the violation.
Ma Jun quickly snapped back to reality, scrambling off the teacher and pulling her to her feet. His face flushed as he stammered an apology, though his erection still bulged obviously in his pants, drawing her eyes.
"Which class are you from? What's your name?"
Li Wen didn't dwell on the earlier intrusion. Instead, she smiled playfully, inquiring about him with evident interest.
Though Ma Jun was anxious to see Liu Yan, he knew it was his fault for bumping into her. He had no choice but to honestly tell Li Wen about himself.
"Oh, so you're Teacher Zhang's student. You're heading to see her, right?"
Li Wen smirked teasingly. "You're so reckless. Be more careful going up stairs next time. Off you go."
She straightened her dress, gave Ma Jun a meaningful glance, and swayed her plump body downstairs.
Ma Jun nodded awkwardly and headed upstairs. Besides Zhang Li, the only other school teacher he knew was Liu Yan—he rarely paid attention to the rest. He hadn't expected such a sexy, tempting one existed. She wasn't as stunningly gorgeous as Liu Yan, but she was still a beauty. He had no idea which class she taught. From their brief physical contact, Ma Jun could tell she was a total slutty vixen. Maybe there'd be a chance to fuck her someday. But right now, Liu Yan filled his thoughts. He shook off the distraction and hurried to the Chinese teachers' office door.
"Report!"
The door to the Chinese department office was open, but Ma Jun didn't dare enter directly. He knocked and called out.
"Come in."
A male teacher appeared at the door. "Which class are you from? Who are you looking for?"
Ma Jun hesitated. He'd been so focused on seeing Liu Yan that he hadn't thought of a good excuse. They had no real connection—if he said he was here for Liu Yan, it might raise suspicions. He wasn't sure if he should mention her.
"Oh, it's you."
Suddenly, Feng Kun approached, recognizing him with a fake smile. "Here for your cousin, huh? You two sure have a close cousin relationship."
Ma Jun paused, remembering how last Friday after school, he'd run into Feng Kun harassing Liu Yan at the supermarket entrance and claimed to be her cousin to chase him off. Perfect excuse. He nodded. "Yeah, I have something to discuss with my cousin."
Ignoring Feng Kun, he walked inside.
Liu Yan overheard the exchange at the door. She stood and approached, steadying her nerves to speak calmly. "Ma Jun, you're here."
Realizing it sounded too formal for a cousin, she reached out and ruffled his hair. "Haven't seen you in a few days—you've grown taller, haven't you?"
"Hey, Cousin."
Seeing Liu Yan play the elder role, Ma Jun found it amusing but played along as the dutiful younger cousin.
"Mom asked me to check if you're coming over for dinner tonight."
"Dinner at home?"
Liu Yan blinked, catching Ma Jun's wink. She realized he was making it up on the spot. Noticing the others staring, she quickly pulled him toward the outer door.
Outside in the hallway, they walked to the end before stopping. They stared at each other, words failing them. Ma Jun had rehearsed a thousand things to say on the way, but face-to-face with Liu Yan, he just gawked dumbly.
Liu Yan suddenly giggled, a hint of reproach in her tone. "Why aren't you talking again? Weren't you so chatty last night? Cat got your tongue now?"
Recalling his words from the night before made her a bit angry again.
"Teacher Liu, I was wrong."
Ma Jun felt deep guilt. Liu Yan had it hard enough—he shouldn't have rubbed salt in her wounds like that. "Scold me, go ahead. I'll write you a self-criticism."
"Forget it. I'm not your homeroom teacher—why would you write one for me?"
Liu Yan smiled, her mature charm shining through. She sighed helplessly. "Ma Jun, I know how you feel about me. But I'm married. It's impossible between us. Still, I promise—we can be the best of friends. You can tell me anything bothering you. And..."
Her cheeks flushed; she trailed off, embarrassed to continue.
This was Liu Yan's carefully considered decision. Ma Jun's deep affection had touched her, drawing her to him. But she was married, and her bond with her husband wasn't as faded as Zhang Li's—she wouldn't betray him. Plus, Ma Jun was just a high school freshman; she didn't want to derail his studies or future. She'd limit things to what she could control, something Ma Jun could accept.
She'd even thought of jerking him off if he had needs. But she hesitated. She could stomach handjobs for Li Jianjun, an adult, but Ma Jun was a minor—legally and ethically risky, against teacher morals. Plus, today she'd suspected something improper between Zhang Li and Ma Jun. If Zhang Li handled his urges, no need for her to step in. She preferred pure emotional connection over mere physical.
Ma Jun felt disappointed but knew it was reasonable. Liu Yan's situation differed from Zhang Li's. Zhang Li, in her forties and sex-starved, had a failing marriage—ripe for seduction. Liu Yan, married just over three years, endured loneliness only because her husband worked south. Promising friendship was her limit. Ma Jun nodded reluctantly. "Okay, Teacher Liu. I'll listen to you. Can I still come see you?"
"Of course— we're cousins, after all. No one can gossip about that."
Liu Yan felt relieved at resolving things, smiling seductively. "Ma Jun, what's really going on with you and Teacher Zhang?"
"What do you mean, Teacher Liu? I don't get it."
Ma Jun startled, fearing she'd uncovered his secret with Zhang Li. He stammered, "Teacher Zhang and I are just normal student and teacher. What else?"
Seeing him deny it, Liu Yan sternly said, "Ma Jun, as friends, no lies. Be honest: have you done that with Teacher Zhang? Don't worry—she's my friend too. I won't tell."
It was a probe; she wasn't certain. If he denied firmly, she'd drop it. But her gentle demeanor made it seem casual. Ma Jun gritted his teeth and nodded.
"Well, well, Ma Jun. Didn't peg you for that kind of student."
Liu Yan's face darkened, tone icy. "That was you on the balcony too, right? Who was the other woman? Did you force Teacher Zhang somehow?"
His admission flipped her switch. She bombarded him with questions, demanding details.
Her hunch was true. A high school freshman tangled with two adult women? It unsettled her.
Ma Jun realized he'd fallen for her trap but confessed everything about Zhang Li. He glossed over Cao Meng, calling her a divorced single woman he'd cut ties with.
Hearing the intimate details, even as a married woman, Liu Yan blushed and spat, "You two are shameless. Doing that—not scared of getting caught? Teacher Zhang's old enough to be your mom. How could you? I'm so disappointed."
Ma Jun flushed beet-red, sweating under her interrogation. Knowing it was shameful, he puffed his chest. "Teacher Liu, it's all my fault. Teacher Zhang had nothing to do with it—I forced her."
"Chivalrous, huh? Sticking up for your teacher."
Liu Yan smirked coldly—approval or sarcasm? Seeing he didn't blame Zhang Li entirely eased her a bit. At least he had some responsibility. If he'd shirked, she'd deem him unreliable and cut him off.
Though their affair was scandalous, Liu Yan knew Zhang Li's home life from recent chats and pitied her. She didn't approve of teacher-student sex but understood: men could cheat freely, women risked ruin. At her age, Zhang Li needed discretion—no fallout with a student who'd leave after graduation.
Liu Yan even envied her boldness. No wonder Zhang Li glowed lately—skinnier skin, sexier clothes. Ma Jun's massive cock must be the reason. Her cheeks heated, imagining their fucks. She'd grill Zhang Li later—that sneaky woman had stonewalled her probe. But Ma Jun had cracked.
Ma Jun watched Liu Yan's thoughtful, flushed face anxiously, unsure her reaction—break them up? Report? Ignore?
"Alright, head back to class."
Liu Yan smiled softly at his tension. "Don't worry—your secret with Teacher Zhang stays safe. Just be careful not to get caught."
"Got it, Teacher Liu. I'm off."
Ma Jun looked embarrassed, explanations futile. He glanced longingly at her and bolted for the stairs.
Watching his tall back vanish, Liu Yan sighed wistfully. If it'd been another woman, she'd distance herself—hated two-timers. But Zhang Li? Closer, inevitable from proximity.
Though innocent physically, their bond exceeded teacher-student. If Zhang Li knew, jealousy? Liu Yan refused mistress role or sharing. She'd clarify with Zhang Li somehow.
Back in the office, ignoring Feng Kun's chat with male teachers, she sat, head aching over the tangled mess. Romance novels' triangles seemed clichéd—now she was in one. Without recent drama, she'd never interfere. But her heart was hooked on Ma Jun.
"Teacher Liu, that kid your cousin?"
Zhang Yang asked curiously. "Never heard you mention him. Didn't come last semester either."
"I told him not to visit unless necessary—it's school."
Liu Yan explained flustered. "Urgent today."
Zhang Yang nodded, buying it or not. She sighed in relief but frustration grew—no private office like Zhang Li's for naps or secret trysts. She'd smelled odd scents there, once thinking post-sex with her husband. Now? Likely Ma Jun's fresh cum in Zhang Li.
Imagining Ma Jun's thick, long big cock ravaging naked Zhang Li made her itch. Her full thighs rubbed together. Months without sex since her husband's Lunar New Year departure—only masturbation, fingers or toys inferior to his hot hardness, leaving her hornier.
Zhang Li had given up on her husband first, risking all. Liu Yan's marriage was young, baby plans soon—couldn't betray for lust. Threats from Feng Kun or others? She held firm. Ambiguity with Ma Jun worked: he was a student, no marriage threat.
But self-deception. Experienced Ma Jun wouldn't settle for friendship; her body craved too. Single life? She'd fall like Zhang Li unless hubby returned. Sighing worriedly, his calls dismissed her as nagging. How long could she last?
"Teacher Liu, why the sigh? Worried about promotion?"
Feng Kun leaned in slyly. "Limited spots this year—San Zhong gets ten. Fierce competition. But I can pull strings—my uncle chats with Li Jianjun."
"No need. Leaders are fair. If I lose, it's my limit. Spare yourself, Teacher Feng."
Liu Yan eyed him coldly. Fox to hen—ill intent. Post-mask assault, she saw his shamelessness. No limits, ends justify means. Unlike upright Li Jianjun.
"Don't be arrogant, Teacher Liu. Regret missing out."
Irked by rejection, Feng Kun snarled and left. His usual threats/bribes failed on her thorny rose.
"Ignore scum like him, Teacher Liu."
Zhang Yang shook his head. "No point getting mad. Report if needed—Principal Li won't ignore."
Liu Yan smiled bitterly. Naive Zhang Yang. Feng Kun had bureau backing; unrelated Li Jianjun wouldn't antagonize for her—unless she became his mistress. Better quit than sell dignity.
The bell rang, ending Monday morning classes. Students streamed out, heading home or cafeteria. Ma Jun clutched his composition book, enduring Huang Guoxin's pitying gaze en route to the office building. They thought a scolding awaited—instead, he'd pound his busty homeroom teacher's fat slutty pussy.
Imagining Zhang Li on the bed, ass up, waiting for his thrust, Ma Jun's big cock throbbed. Recalling the stairwell bump with the slutty teacher—nearly fucking her—slowed his steps. Rush hour; avoid repeats. At the corner, a graceful figure rushed down from above, blind to him, crashing straight. He instinctively caught her hot, full body in his arms.
Holding her fragrant, soft curves, his chest crushed her heaving breasts. His big cock nudged her panty-clad plump pussy. Glancing down, he froze—same slutty teacher. Coincidence! Innocent this time—she'd pounced. Hands on her slim waist, he slid to her round, perky ass, groping lightly.
Li Wen startled seeing Ma Jun. Hubby's call: work, no home; MIL struggling with kid—cook now. Rushing down, collided again. His big cock at her pussy sent tingles; eyes glazed lustfully.
Twice today—fate? Heart pounding, footsteps echoed above. She wriggled free, blushed, glared, and sashayed down, massive tits jiggling enticingly.
What a captivating slut, Ma Jun thought reluctantly, ascending. Like Cao Meng—fuckable on sight. Cao Meng petite, protective urges; this one? Ravish mercilessly, no mercy.
Zhang Li grew sluttier, but core prim homeroom teacher—bed lacked wild abandon.
Several fortysomething teachers chattered past, ignoring him. Typical: only own students mattered; others invisible. They cared for leaders, colleagues—slackers barely knew their own.
Second floor, heading to Zhang Li's office—fifties man descended from third: imposing, steady Principal Li Jianjun. Ma Jun halted. "Hello, Principal."
"Ma Jun, right?"
Li Jianjun recalled after pause, smiling warmly. "School's out—why linger? Seeing your homeroom teacher?"
"Yeah, something with Teacher Zhang."
Ma Jun explained, emotions churning. Once distant leader, rare sight beyond assemblies. Rumors: ace principal, closing gap on No.1 High via his efforts.
But last night's office scene—exposing his thick cock to tempt Liu Yan—burned fresh. Ma Jun loathed the old lech: perfect family, elegant wife Shu Meiyu, yet greedy for teachers. Shameless glutton.
Facing his natural authority, Ma Jun wilted. Undeniable: ruled San Zhong over decade, education kingpin. How save Liu Yan? Idea: daughter Li Ting, his weakness?
Li Jianjun oblivious to the plotting boy.
Rarely minded daughter's school life—always top student. But Shu Meiyu nagged about Ma Jun, forcing side inquiries.
Trivial. His Liu Yan pursuit? Mere diversion. Post-career setback, goal: surpass No.1 High, make San Zhong top dog. Needed fast-rising core teachers.
He'd recruited high-ed talent, but old guard's cliques sidelined them. Veterans held posts via connections—some gems like Zhang Li, most obsolete. Use promotions to overhaul: reward merit.
Needed bureau backing. Feng Kun's uncle, Deputy Director Zeng Shuqing, key. Disliked Feng Kun but would promote him to research deputy for support.
Exiting building, Santana out gates to county guesthouse colleagues' gathering. Spotted roadside Liu Yan, head down, distracted. Her sexy sway stirred him—recalling last night's handjob tease. Cock twitched.
Nearly came from her soft white hand—ruined. Later solo wank unsatisfying. At his age, raw sex bored; visuals slow to arouse. Craved psychological thrill, unique kinks.
Wife's body? Zero reaction, even lingerie-clad. But teachers' legs? Belly heat, instant hard-on. Liu Yan amplified it—self-erecting sans touch. Wanted her willing for peak pleasure.
No promotion blackmail: prized recruit, rising star, praised by Lu Qihang. Fair boss—suppressing her? Lose talent, alienate peers. Counterproductive.
Smirking confidently, he gunned past. Conquering the proud beauty? Fun game. Time and patience—he'd claim her voluptuous body, toy at will.