Chapter 2: Intimate Contact with Liu Yan
Ma Jun had been fooling around in Zhang Li's office for nearly an hour, and by the time he got home, it was almost eight o'clock. As an only child, Ma Jun had been living with just his mother, Song Ping, ever since his father passed away. The two of them depended on each other.
Song Ping couldn't help but scold him a bit for coming home so late. Ma Jun could only explain that his homeroom teacher had needed to see him about something. Song Ping let it go then—but she had no idea her son had actually been seduced into bed by that very teacher.
Having gone two rounds with Zhang Li had drained Ma Jun's energy completely. He wolfed down two big bowls of rice before letting out a satisfied belch. After a quick wash-up, he lay down in bed, but he was too excited to sleep. His mind kept replaying the ecstasy he'd shared with Zhang Li earlier—her snow-white, voluptuous body, those towering, tender breasts, and that slick, delicate pussy. His cock stiffened right up without him even trying.
He'd actually had sex with a real woman. Ma Jun wrapped his hand around his rock-hard shaft and started stroking slowly. This was how he'd always vented his urges before, but compared to the real thing, jerking off suddenly felt boring as hell.
It took a while, but he finally shot his load. He wiped it up with some tissue, and his mood settled down a bit. Reflecting on what had happened with Zhang Li that day, he realized he hadn't been planning anything so bold at first. After all, she was his homeroom teacher.
But that morning, bumping into Liu Yan had ignited his lust, leaving him burning up with no outlet. And Zhang Li just happened to be a lonely woman desperate for it. A chain of coincidences had led them to fuck.
Thinking of the real instigator, Liu Yan, Ma Jun suddenly felt a burning desire to have her. Before today, the thought wouldn't have crossed his mind. But after banging Zhang Li, he'd realized even the haughtiest women had needs. Find their weak spot, and you could conquer them. But what was Liu Yan's weak spot?
Imagining those breasts even bigger than Zhang Li's, that tall, curvaceous, sexy body—Ma Jun swore to himself he'd find a way to claim the hottest, most alluring teacher in school.
Ma Jun drifted off into a hazy sleep. In his dreams, he was tangled up with a sexy, enchanting woman—but he couldn't tell if it was Zhang Li or Liu Yan.
The next morning at school, Ma Jun instinctively glanced up at Zhang Li's office on the second floor of the office building. The door was shut tight; he had no idea if she was in yet.
Second period was Chinese class. Ma Jun stared straight at the door, and soon enough, Zhang Li's familiar figure appeared. She was dressed like always in a T-shirt and jeans. For a woman in her forties, her style was pretty conservative—no skimpy dresses like the younger teachers wore. With her plain looks, she didn't turn many heads.
Ma Jun had barely noticed her before, let alone fantasized about her. But after last night, his view of his homeroom teacher had changed completely. He started scrutinizing her outfit for real.
Those tight jeans hugged her thick ass, making it look even rounder and fuller—begging to be grabbed hard. Too bad those long, straight legs were covered up tight. Only Ma Jun knew how thrilling it felt to have them wrapped around him. The light green cotton T-shirt made her tits stand out even perkier. This was a mature woman's body.
Seeing her like that got Ma Jun stirring again. His mind flashed to her naked, bent over the bed with her ass up—that plump, pale rear, her dripping wet pussy. A massive bulge formed in his pants. He quickly pressed it down with his hand before anyone noticed.
Zhang Li acted totally normal, though—no sign of anything off. She only avoided his gaze when their eyes met, which left Ma Jun puzzled. What was her deal? Had she already forgotten last night?
The whole class, Ma Jun was distracted, not hearing a word. When the bell rang, Zhang Li set down the chalk, brushed off her hands, and announced loudly, "That's it for today, class. Review the material tonight—we've got a quiz next week." Then she headed out.
The students started milling about. Ma Jun got up to follow her and demand some answers, but Huang Guoxin blocked his path and dragged him to a corner. Huang had heard it was Li Ting's birthday next week. He wanted to surprise her and needed Ma Jun's ideas.
Ma Jun's head was full of Zhang Li; he had no patience for this. He told Huang girls loved romance—find a romantic spot to confess, and his odds would be better.
He finally shook off Huang and left the classroom, but Zhang Li was long gone. He didn't dare chase her to her office, so he headed back, frustrated.
At noon, after eating at home, Ma Jun couldn't nap. He snuck back to school. Most students and teachers were home by then; the place was empty.
But he knew Zhang Li usually rested in her office at lunch. He headed to the office building, crept up to the second floor, and listened at her door. No sound. Was she asleep?
He hesitated, then knocked. The door opened quickly.
"Ma Jun, what are you doing here?" Zhang Li looked surprised to see him there in the middle of the day.
Breathing in her mature scent, Ma Jun blurted, "Teacher Zhang, I missed you."
She jumped, glancing down the hall—empty, thank god. She yanked him inside, shut the door, and hissed, "What the hell are you saying? What if someone heard? This is the office building!"
Ma Jun hung his head through her scolding, but his eyes locked on her chest. A wet spot had soaked through her T-shirt, turning it sheer. He could see her red bra and those full, heaving tits. Lust surged; he grabbed her plush body, groping her ample chest.
"Ma Jun, stop it—let go!" Zhang Li froze for a second, then whispered a warning, struggling against him.
"Teacher Zhang, I really missed you." Ma Jun's hands roamed her cool, silky skin. He was rock-hard already. He scooped her up, carried her to the bed in back, and started stripping.
Zhang Li stopped him quick. "No, not on the bed—not safe, even at lunch." But seeing that massive tent in his pants stirred her too. She checked the door, then said, "Not on the bed. Right here." She meant the desk.
Ma Jun got it. He pulled her close, yanked up her T-shirt, exposing those full, pale tits. He latched onto a rosy nipple, sucking hard. It stiffened under his tongue.
"Ah, Ma Jun—stop licking..." Zhang Li's eyes fluttered shut with a contented sigh. Her body trembled as heat flooded her veins.
After toying with her tits a bit, Ma Jun's cock throbbed painfully. He fumbled with her tight jeans, but the button wouldn't budge. Sweat beaded on his forehead.
"Move, I'll do it." Zhang Li took over, unbuttoned them, and shoved them to her knees. Her fat ass strained against black silk panties. She braced on the desk and urged, "Hurry—one bell's coming soon."
Ma Jun whipped out his rigid cock, stepped behind her, tugged down her panties, and slid his scorching shaft over her pale cheeks. Her ass was round and firm—he could barely hold back.
"Get in already!" Feeling him tease her crack, Zhang Li grumbled. She reached back, grabbed his cock, and guided it to her sopping wet slit.
"Teacher Zhang, here I come." Ma Jun gripped her smooth, plump ass and thrust. His cock parted her lips, sinking into her slick depths. Doggy style felt even hotter. He pounded away excitedly.
"I'm dying... Ma Jun!" Zhang Li was thrilled too, dying to scream, but she bit her lip, stifling moans. She thrust her pale ass back, meeting his brutal slams. As a married woman, she'd never imagined posing like a slut for some strange guy.
She'd rarely done doggy with her husband—it felt undignified, like dogs fucking, and his short dick couldn't reach deep enough through her ass. A few tries, and they'd quit.
But Ma Jun's was a monster—long, thick, a third bigger than her husband's. Even from behind, he plunged to her core, stroking every sensitive nerve, making her quake.
One thrust after another into her pussy. She'd had a kid, but years without sex kept her tight. The office tension made it gripping. Ma Jun felt her cunt sucking his fat cock, each stroke pure bliss.
Her husband's a fucking idiot, ignoring a body like this. Lucky me. Ma Jun almost thanked the guy—how else would he get to fuck his busty teacher?
No curtains drawn, for cover. From his spot, Ma Jun saw a nearby classroom. Half an hour to class, and students were already arriving, goofing off outside—including Huang Guoxin and his buddies. They'd never guess he was railing their stern homeroom teacher like a horny bitch right nearby.
Pride swelled in Ma Jun. He hammered harder, burying deep each time. Zhang Li was lost in ecstasy from his rough pounding, her fat ass shaking. She'd forgotten she was a teacher—just a woman drowning in lust.
Her soft moans stirred pity in him. He slowed, slipped his hands under her T-shirt, shoved up her bra, and kneaded those beloved peaks.
Zhang Li's face flushed prettily, brows furrowed in mock pain—but she was in heaven. Each thrust lifted her toward climax. Sweat beaded her neck and pits; her full ass stayed high, tits swinging and reshaping in his grip. She crested.
Over a hundred strokes in, her pussy clenched hard around him like a vice. Electricity shot through him—he lost it. Gripping her ass, he pinned deep and flooded her with cum. Zhang Li collapsed on the desk like jelly, panting. He'd conquered her again.
"Ma Jun, no more lunch visits here." Dressed now, she eyed his satisfied grin seriously. "You're a student—focus on studies. I won't ruin you, got it?"
"Teacher Zhang, don't worry. I won't slack off." He rushed to reassure her. "I dream of you. In class today, you ignored me—I thought you didn't like me anymore."
Zhang Li sighed. She knew fresh meat like him wouldn't quit easy. "Fine. Evenings then, if you need it. But if your grades drop, we're done."
Her genuine care touched him. This woman gave him her body and cared about his future. For the first time, he felt he might actually like her.
Class time neared; she shooed him out. Alone, Zhang Li couldn't sleep, lost in thoughts of her student lover.
Before Ma Jun, she'd been a proper wife. Even in an unhappy marriage, she'd never strayed.
She'd always liked Ma Jun—good at Chinese, worth watching. Tall and built, handsome enough to draw eyes.
Yesterday's "accident" had unleashed years of pent-up desire. She'd seduced her own student. His first time, yet he'd reignited her honeymoon fire. She'd half-resisted both times, but she was hooked—lost in the thrill. Fate, maybe.
Ma Jun left her office buzzing. Shorter than last time, but he'd locked her in. He could fuck this busty milf anytime.
Remembering her pale ass up on the desk, pussy gushing as he railed her—pure triumph. She was so prim in class, scary even. Huang would die of envy.
Zhang Li wasn't bad-looking—not Liu Yan stunning, but cute. Just plain clothes hid it. Hot inside, cool outside. No one chased her—till Ma Jun stumbled into paradise.
Her curves were killer—big tits, fat ass. In a miniskirt and black stockings? She'd rival Liu Yan. But conservative as she was, no way. He'd make her try someday.
Heading to the stairs, a figure flashed—Liu Yan, distracted and rushing, right into him.
She stumbled; he caught her arm. Steadying, she looked up. Tall guy, student vibe—familiar, but not her class.
Ma Jun half-hugged her soft, curvy body, drinking her in. Clear, soulful eyes; high nose; plump red lips; flawless skin. A face to obsess over. Tall frame, massive perky tits—a natural seductress.
Prime young wife, she loved skirts. Today: pink dress, V-neck teasing cleavage, long pale thighs bare. Faint perfume—intoxicating.
Her style drove teachers and boys wild. Ma Jun jerked to her nightly back when he was a virgin.
Even fresh off Zhang Li, holding school-heartthrob Liu Yan got him hard. His cock poked her plush ass through their clothes, craving union.
Even through fabric, her skin felt silky, toned—vital compared to Zhang Li's softness. Fucking her would be heaven.
Liu Yan felt it, blushed furiously, and pulled away like shocked. But she didn't think he meant it—just a kid. She nodded thanks and hurried off.
Ma Jun watched her sexy back, wistful. That crash—her huge tits pressed firm against him. He ached to grope them, strip her, ram her tender pussy.
But Liu Yan wasn't Zhang Li. Even then, he'd never dared without her lead. Teacher-student line was huge. Their fuck was luck—not every teacher would risk it.
This bombshell's too tempting. I'll have her.
Zhang Li pondered her fling, got nowhere, and turned to lesson plans. A knock—she said casually, "Come in, door's open."
Liu Yan entered. Zhang Li smiled, "Liu Yan! Sit." She offered the sofa, spotting her discarded panties on the bedhead—yikes. She stuffed them in her pocket. Liu Yan hadn't noticed. Why's she here?
Colleagues, both Chinese teachers—but Liu Yan was aloof, elite grad slumming in county school. Pride kept her distant; Zhang Li just nodded hellos.
"Teacher Zhang, your office is spotless—you're so diligent."
Zhang Li poured water, modest: "Nothing much. 'Men fear poverty, women laziness.' I tidy when I can—feels good."
Small talk, but Liu Yan hesitated, troubled. Zhang Li prodded, "We're colleagues, both women—spit it out if you need help."
Liu Yan blushed, confessed: washing at home, felt a lump in her breast. Freaked her out—cancer? County hospital gyno was a fifty-something guy; she cringed at a stranger groping her. Zhang Li's big chest—maybe similar issues?
Zhang Li chuckled inwardly. Young wives are shy. At her age, doctor's hands were routine.
But aloud: "Easy fix—I'll check. Strip."
Liu Yan glanced at the door. Zhang Li drew curtains, locked it. "Safe now. Go on."
Blushing, Liu Yan shed her dress and bra. Her massive pale tits bounced free, jiggling slightly. Cherry nipples like peanuts; pink areolas quarter-sized—not darkened like Zhang Li's from nursing.
Zhang Li stared, jealous. Hers sagged a bit post-kid; Liu Yan's were perfect orbs, perky. No wonder her hubby strays. Young bucks like Ma Jun loved hers, though.
Ma Jun seeing these? He'd lose it. During sex, he obsessed over her tits, sucking like a babe—thrilling her.
"Sis Zhang, stop staring—embarrassing." Liu Yan covered up, shy.
"No need to be shy. Hands down—I'll check." Zhang Li palpated from the base: silky, firm, bouncy. No lump.
Liu Yan itched like ants crawling; Zhang Li's touch tingled everywhere. Nipples hardened; she bit her lip to stifle moans. Pussy leaked, soaking her panties.
Zhang Li started serious, then teased—circling nipples, seeing Liu Yan squirm. High-and-mighty, huh? Payback.
No real harm. As Liu Yan wobbled, she stopped. "Dress up. Fine—just hormones. Rest, it'll pass. Happens to me."
Relieved, Liu Yan quizzed breast care. They bonded; Zhang Li learned Liu Yan and hubby were long-distance—he worked sites, home months apart, brief stays.
"Can't do that," Zhang Li warned. "No wonder the imbalance. Sex matters—you're young. Get him back."
"I beg him each time." Liu Yan sighed wistfully. "But he says county life's dead-end, low pay. Wants to grind young. We fight over it—ruins his visits."
"What do you do when you're horny? Yourself?" Zhang Li pried. Newlyweds, she and hubby fucked nightly. Now, less passion. Liu Yan's prime—how'd she cope? Rumors with the principal real?
Liu Yan flushed beet-red. "Sis! Only sluts do that."
Zhang Li scoffed. "Feudal much? Modern times—women deserve pleasure too. Sometimes fingers beat guys."
Liu Yan burned, wanted out—but polite. Innocent before marriage, no experience. She masturbated lonely nights, but admitting it? No.
Zhang Li saw her freeze, switched to teaching. Veteran award-winner, top scores—Liu Yan soaked up tips, warmed to her.
"Come anytime for advice." Then: "Call first—I'll schedule. Don't want you missing me."
Afraid she'll catch me with Ma Jun.
"Thanks, Sis." Liu Yan left happy. She'd pegged colleagues as petty ass-kissers. Zhang Li seemed different.
Outside, fresh air—she caught a whiff on herself. Not perfume—sex musk, like post-fuck with hubby.
Midday quickie? Her man's here? Never seen him. Who then? That boy from her office... Nah, ridiculous. Zhang Li wouldn't.
Liu Yan laughed it off. Self-pleasure, probably. Recalling Zhang Li's hands on her tits, heat stirred. Her neglected body quivered; pussy warmed. She rushed to her office.