Busty Teacher Liu Yan Chapter 20: Secretly Fucking the Flirtatious Female Teacher in the Little Garden
Ma Jun waited until Li Jianjun had gone downstairs and driven off before cautiously approaching the door to Zhang Li's office. He knocked lightly and called out, "Report!" Only after hearing her voice did he push the door open and step inside. There she sat at her desk, flipping through her teaching files, her two plump, snowy-white thighs casually crossed. One beautiful foot, sheathed in black stockings, dangled lightly in the air, swaying gently.
"Teacher Zhang, here's my rewritten essay."
Ma Jun handed over the notebook properly, but his eyes couldn't help stealing glances at her seductive black-stockinged legs. Zhang Li's outfits are getting sluttier and sluttier these days, he thought. She never used to wear anything this revealing, and she sure as hell wouldn't lounge like this in front of me. Guess she just didn't have the motivation to dress up before.
Zhang Li took the notebook, glanced at it casually, and tossed it aside. She nodded. "Alright, I'll look it over later. You can head home now."
With that, she ignored him, lowering her head to continue with her files.
Ma Jun froze. Had he misunderstood her after class? Was she really just calling him in to hand over the essay, with no intention of fucking? But that didn't make sense—back in the classroom, he'd gotten her pussy dripping wet, her legs so shaky she could barely stand. If they hadn't been in class, she'd probably have begged for it. So why was she acting so cold now?
Did she find out about me and Liu Yan? Ma Jun's heart skipped a beat, guilt flooding him. Zhang Li had warned him before not to go after Liu Yan, so he'd kept his private dealings with her a secret, afraid it'd piss Zhang Li off. But today, after patching things up with Liu Yan, he'd gotten carried away and gone straight to her office. Maybe some other teacher thought it was weird and told Zhang Li.
Zhang Li looked up and saw Ma Jun still standing there. She frowned, her tone flat. "Why haven't you left? Is there something else? If not, get home. And from now on, don't come to my office without my permission. What would it look like if someone saw?"
Her blunt words doused the fire in Ma Jun's body like a bucket of ice water. He slunk out of the office like a wilted eggplant, dragging his heavy feet downstairs, his mind a chaotic mess.
Ever since he'd started fucking Zhang Li, she'd been so indulgent. No matter when he showed up, even if she had reservations, she'd eventually give in to his begging and satisfy him. It had made him cocky, thinking he'd fully conquered the mature woman's body and soul. That's why he'd dared fool around at her house and tease her in front of the class, treating her like his personal fucktoy.
But now she'd flipped on him out of nowhere, knocking him back to square one. He didn't even dare touch her finger, let alone shove his cock in her pussy.
Today he'd made up with Liu Yan, but somehow pissed off Zhang Li without realizing how. Was he lucky or screwed?
Once Ma Jun was gone, a helpless expression flickered across Zhang Li's calm face. She'd planned to fuck him hard at lunch after class, but after cleaning up in her office, she'd changed her mind. She couldn't keep indulging him unconditionally—it would only ruin him. If she were just some ordinary woman, she could fuck him freely without a care, reveling in the pleasure of their bodies slamming together. But she was his homeroom teacher. She couldn't just think of herself and let him drown in lust. So she'd steeled herself and sent him away, hoping it'd snap him out of it.
Ma Jun, I hope you understand my good intentions. Don't think I'm some fickle bitch.
Zhang Li sighed softly, feeling the tide of desire surging through her. The one man who could satisfy her was gone, so she slipped her fingers under her skirt, pushed aside her panties, and rubbed her thick labia. Her white teeth grazed her lip as her breathing quickened.
Ma Jun wandered dejectedly to the school gate when a scrawny figure approached timidly. "Hi, I'm Wu Bin from Class 62 in junior year three. I'm here to get my bike back."
"What bike?"
Ma Jun glanced at him, drawing a blank. Fresh off Zhang Li kicking him out, he was in a foul mood. He glared. "Wrong guy. Fuck off."
The junior high kid, Wu Bin, stood there stunned. Ma Jun was built like a tank, so he didn't dare argue and slunk away unhappily.
A few steps later, it hit Ma Jun. Last Friday after school, he'd run into Liu Yan at the supermarket—her high heel had broken. To help her out, he'd borrowed a bike from school, taken her home, and ridden it back himself. Then shit happened, and he'd forgotten all about it.
He turned to look, but Wu Bin was already gone. No big deal—he'd bring the bike tomorrow afternoon and return it. Kid said his class; easy to find him.
But when Ma Jun got home, the bike was gone. Fuck my luck, he cursed. He'd parked it outside the gate that night, and some passerby must've swiped it.
Now what? A bike cost over a hundred bucks. His mom busted her ass selling clothes at the mall for barely a grand a month. She took sewing gigs at night, hemming pants for a buck or two, never bought new clothes—just patched her old ones to save for his college. His pocket money was a few yuan a month. Movies or arcades? Huang Guoxin footed the bill. He had no cash to replace Wu Bin's bike. Guess he'd hit up Huang Guoxin for a loan. Ma Jun sighed. All that scheming to get close to Liu Yan, and now he couldn't even finger her. Zhang Li wouldn't let him touch her. And now a stolen bike. Talk about losing the chicken and the rice.
Afternoon at school, Ma Jun asked Huang Guoxin for the money. His buddy agreed without hesitation but said he didn't have it on him—would get it from Cao Meng that night. Ma Jun felt even guiltier. Huang treated him like a brother, but he'd secretly fucked his mom. What could he offer in return? He buried the gratitude deep.
"Hey, what do you think Liu Yan mouthed to me? Decode it for me."
Huang Guoxin looked tormented, still obsessing over Liu Yan's lip movements during morning calisthenics. He was sure it was an invite—time and place for a date.
"You're overthinking it. Teacher Liu was probably talking to someone else. Didn't even see you."
Ma Jun rolled his eyes. Huang's best trait was his thick skin and blind confidence. Dozens of hotshots had crashed and burned chasing Li Ting, but he kept charging like an idiot. Ma Jun had warned him; Huang ignored it. Now he was delusionally sure Liu Yan had the hots for him. Peak clown energy.
"Jealousy. Pure jealousy."
Huang snorted and tuned him out, lost in thought again.
Ma Jun shook his head helplessly. If Huang ever found out about him and Liu Yan—the secret beyond-student-teacher vibes—would he puke blood? But from their morning talk, Liu Yan wanted pure friendship. No breakthroughs soon. Poor dick. No Liu Yan, Zhang Li had called a truce. Guess he'd wait for the weekend to pound Cao Meng's hot milf pussy.
Afternoon flew by. Dismissal time. Students filed out. Li Ting chatted with her desk mate and left; Huang bolted after her. Lately, he thick-skinned his way into walking her home—lunch or after school. She usually refused politely, but sometimes his nagging wore her down for a short stretch. He'd gloat to Ma Jun after.
Huang sidled up to Li Ting, grinning like an ass. She looked annoyed. Ma Jun shook his head. No chase experience, but he knew shit needed the right approach—like essays. Seemed impossible till you nailed the key, then it flowed.
Huang's shameless spam tactic might work on basic girls, but on Li Ting? Backfire city. She'd see him as a joke.
Whatever. He won't listen now. Let him eat dirt. Ma Jun packed up, left the classroom. He glanced up at the office building's second floor. Zhang Li's office was dark—no lights. She'd gone home.
His heart sank. She really meant to distance herself. Regret hit for teasing her in class. She was the homeroom teacher—face mattered. No wonder she'd snapped. Self-inflicted wound. Remembering how she'd always indulged him, he felt like shit for disrespecting her. He stood under the big tree by the classroom, reflecting.
Sunset dipped below the horizon, its last rays fading. Dusk blanketed the campus. Ma Jun lost track of time, legs numb. Sky darkening, he turned to go when a sexy, slender woman entered the gate. Black spaghetti-strap dress, super revealing. From afar, her long snowy legs under the short skirt stole the show.
Liu Yan? Heart racing, he started toward her for a hello. Up close—not her. The flirty teacher he'd bumped into twice on the stairs today. She didn't spot him, phone to her ear, slowing down.
Too rushed earlier to really check her out. Now: stunning. Delicate oval face, arched brows, high nose, plump red lips, soulful eyes. Radiated seductive housewife charm.
Black strap dress clung to her curves, silky hair on smooth pale shoulders. Tits thrust high—not Liu Yan's massive udders, but ripe, juicy peaches begging to be squeezed.
Average height—not Liu Yan's tall, but slim and balanced. Killer legs under the short skirt, nude stockings gleaming temptingly.
His gaze hit her perky ass. Firm cheeks jiggled softly with each step, like butterfly wings. Remembering twice today jamming his cock against her pussy lips, his dick stiffened, saluting her fat, tender slit.
What a slutty, cock-hungry teacher. Ma Jun swallowed hard. Didn't know her, couldn't just approach—might think he was stalking. He'd explain, but nah. He watched her sexy back head to the office building. About to leave the opposite way, peripheral caught her—not entering. Quick glance around, then hurried behind the building.
Curiosity piqued. Cafeteria and dorms back there. So late, sneaking? Shady affair? He tailed quietly.
Kept distance—afraid she'd spot him. Her black dress blended into night; nearly lost her twice. Finally, those dazzling white legs carried the flirty teacher into the little garden. Bingo—tryst confirmed.
The little garden: last principal's feng shui project. Superstitious guy got a reading—lacked wood, bad for career. Built it behind the office: rockery, pond, quaint pavilion, trees. Never finished—busted for corruption. Li Jianjun took over, spent on teachers and gear. Garden rotted into a lovers' den. Kids fucked there nights.
Ma Jun and Huang had snuck peeks before. Live action beat pornos. Seeing this teacher enter San Zhong's hookup spot, he sneered. Married age, but shameless.
But he'd fucked his own teacher. No room to judge. Self-mocking chuckle. Maybe like Zhang Li—unhappy marriage, craving a real man to water her.
Thinking of her sexy tits and butterfly ass, jealousy for her date. Not Liu Yan-level looks, but beat Zhang Li, matched Cao Meng. That slutty vibe? Top-tier nympho.
Night fully fallen. Dorm light lit path to cafeteria. Garden overgrown, shadowy—perfect hidey-hole.
At the entrance, Ma Jun debated peeking. Lame now. Post-Zhang Li, he'd matured. Old thrills bored him. Watching others? Blue balls, no outlet with Zhang Li. Why torture?
Heading home—footsteps and voices nearby. He ducked into the garden. Couple approached, hand-in-hand, cuddly. Guy grinned at garden: "Wanna hang inside?"
Girl hesitated. "Too dark. Scary."
Guy thumped chest. "Got you. No fear."
Pulled her arm toward entrance—clearly for fun. She blushed, half-resisting.
Panic—flirty teacher inside. Caught with her? Doomed. Ma Jun meowed twice. Girl jumped. "Scared. Let's go."
Guy begged; she held firm. They left.
Ma Jun exhaled. Dim light scanned—no teacher. Weird. Heard voices, slipped out another way? Bushes walled it; only this exit.
Curiosity won. He groped dark path to pavilion—familiar from Huang hangs. Best vantage. Scanned—no sign. Puzzled—hissing trickle. Looked down: corner by pavilion base, teacher squatting, pissing. Hands hiking skirt, fat white ass out, straight stream jetting. Faint bushy pussy visible.
Never dreamed she'd piss right under his nose. Those pink, round butterfly cheeks mesmerized. Blood boiled; cock tented hard.
She wiped with tissue, pulled up panties, headed to pavilion. Ma Jun snapped to—dodged other side, banged pillar.
Alert, she peered in. Dim—saw tall shadow, not face. No scream, just annoyed. Sashayed in, waist twisting. "When'd you get here? No heads-up—scared me. Thought a student snuck in."
Ma Jun froze—thought busted. But she'd mistaken him for her date. Silent, plotting escape.
This was Li Wen, here for a hookup as guessed. No reply—she pouted. "Cat got your tongue? You begged me over the phone. I snuck out. Hurry—don't waste time."
She hiked skirt, panties to knees, bent over bench. Pouted her plump ass; fat white pussy lips parted. Slut pose, waiting to get fucked.
Li Wen like a bitch in heat, dripping cunt begging. Ma Jun's mind blanked, heart pounding. Bold idea: pitch black, can't see face. Fuck her quick? But silence suspicious—busted?
She'd cry rape. Unclear story. Risky.
Hesitating—Li Wen impatient, shook ass. "What's with you? Usually pounce like a monkey, no chit-chat. Not coming? I'm out. Kid's home."
Her words tempted. Ass wiggling, pussy gaping—too lewd. Fuck it. Pants down, iron-hard cock out. Stepped up, pressed against soft ass. Cockhead kissed pussy lips bare—third time, no cloth barrier. Thick shaft ground tender folds.
"Ah... so hard... shove it in..."
Feeling the rod's heat, Li Wen moaned soulfully. Legs spread wider, ass higher for entry.
No turning back. She wasn't pure anyway—helping a slut. Hips thrust; long thick cock parted lips, schlup—sank into tight slick hole, stretching full. To hide, half-in only, inches out.
"Ah... so big..."
Even so, Li Wen felt the massive girth—unlike before. Huge head scraped inner walls, electric shocks. Body quaked; pussy juiced up.
Ma Jun gasped—tighter than Zhang Li or Cao Meng. Young pussy prime. Meats gripped shaft; head tingled. Tension of secrecy nearly made him cum. Froze, gripped firm ass, panted. Then slow thrusts.
Li Wen meant quickie home—now blissed. Soft moans, flushed cheeks, pussy gushing. Squelch-squelch echoed; ass rippled red from slaps.
Ma Jun thrilled—big cock plunging slut teacher's juicy cunt. Fucked two milfs before; now younger. Her moans under pounding? Lost in lust. Bold—reached under, grabbed perky tits. Elastier, sensitive than Zhang Li's udders. Fingers teased; nipples swelled, leaked sticky milk-scent fluid.
No way—is she lactating? Sniffed her—yep, milky aroma. Wilder. Hammered deep, 300+ strokes. Head numb, but no cum urge. Weird—max with Zhang Li was 10-15 mins. Now 20? Cock savoring rare teacher-fuck.
"Ah... ah... you're a beast... gonna fuck me dead..."
Li Wen panted, sweated, legs buckling. Shocked—past fucks under 10 mins, often 5-6. Tonight? God-mode stud, half-hour strong. Drugs?
Blissed, but scorned him. Proving manhood after past flops? Wax spear—worse than hubby. Only here for her schemes.
100+ more—Ma Jun tiring, legs numb. Stance taxing. Basketball kept him fit; others would've tapped out.
Worried date incoming—speed up. Unleashed: pulled to lips, slammed balls-deep near cervix. Intense—cum building. Li Wen eyes-rolled, screaming, ass bucking in sync.
Wait—Li Wen suspicious. Cock too long/thick. Stamina yes, but clumsy—no skill. Virgin vibes.
Silent whole time. Mistake? Panicked: "Hey, why no talk? That thing you promised—handled?"
Ma Jun blanked—no clue her ID or date. Ignored, gripped ass, pounded harder. Stop now? Dead. Keep? Dead. Max gains first.
"Who are you? Speak!"
No answer, just cock ravaging. Heart sank—stranger fucked her blind. Shame/rage. "Stop or I scream!"
Struggled, ass shaking to dislodge.
At edge— no escape. Arms pinned her slick arms to bench, ass sky-high. Piledrived like machine.
"Ah... let go... can't... dying... wuu... not so deep... too much... aaaah!"
Li Wen tossed like storm boat, floating ecstasy. Body spasmed, legs rigid, pussy squirted floods—orgasmed hard.
Her clamp milked him blissfully. Hot gush on head—over. Grunted, gripped ass, final slams. Cock throbbed.
"Ah... don't cum inside... no ring..."
Post-orgasm haze—she felt launch. No condom, no pill—terror. "Pull out! Outside!"
Too late. Hesitated—instinct won. Tip flared; hot ropes blasted deep, mixing her juices. Held her hot body, panted. Reluctantly withdrew. Li Wen slumped on bench, gasping, flushed, eyes lust-drunk. Stockinged legs curled limp; thick white cream oozed from thigh-root pussy. Utter filth. The slut teacher basked in her fucked-to-heaven high.