Busty Teacher Liu Yan Chapter 21: The Flirtatious Female Teacher's Secret Lover
Seeing the female teacher sprawled over the stone bench, her snowy lower body half-bared in such a lewd pose, Ma Jun desperately wanted to pounce on her and fuck her beautiful body again—this kind of opportunity might never come twice. But he worried she'd snap out of it and recognize him, so he pulled up his pants and slipped hastily out of the little garden.
Li Wen lay there a while before regaining her strength. She struggled to her feet, only to see her partner had already fled. A flicker of shock and suspicion crossed her lovely eyes. She'd been fucked by that massive cock for over half an hour without ever glimpsing his face. Who the hell was bold enough to take advantage of her mistaken identity like that? And he wasn't even afraid she'd figure it out and call the cops.
But Li Wen knew she could never report it. She'd snuck out for a secret rendezvous herself. If word got out, she'd be done at school and couldn't face her husband. She had no choice but to swallow the bitter pill of being ravished by a stranger.
After meticulously cleaning the fluids he'd left in her pussy, Li Wen thought of that thick, long monster of a dick, and her cheeks flushed hot. Truth be told, when she'd realized he wasn't her date, she could've broken free. But his huge cock had fucked her to ecstasy, giving her a pleasure she'd never known, so she'd half-heartedly gone along with it. Later, she'd even arched her snowy plump ass to meet his thrusts, abandoning all resistance.
But who the hell was he? Li Wen tidied her disheveled hair, secretly guessing at his identity. At this hour in the little garden, it could only be a janitor or a boarding student. She doubted it was a janitor—she knew most of them, and they were all cautious types who wouldn't risk assaulting a teacher. Maybe a boarding student? Boys that age were bursting with energy, no outlet for their urges, and acted without thinking. Perhaps he'd stumbled upon her by chance and given in to impulse.
Still, students seemed unlikely too. Even the boldest wouldn't dare rape a teacher. And ordinary kids weren't developed enough—his height and cock length were pure adult. Otherwise, she wouldn't have mistaken him for her lover and lost her body so easily.
Could it be that legendary pervert? Li Wen shuddered, her face paling in terror. They said he targeted young wives, with a twisted psyche that left victims battered and bruised. But recalling his rough yet non-sadistic style, she dismissed it. A real maniac wouldn't have let her go so easily.
Suddenly, an image flashed in her mind: the boy named Ma Jun she'd bumped into twice in the stairwell that day. His height and apparent cock size matched her assailant's perfectly. No wonder he'd stayed silent when she spotted him—he feared she'd recognize his voice.
The thought that a high schooler had fucked her pussy—and that she'd climaxed at the end—filled Li Wen with shame and fury. Her face twisted in venomous resentment. She wouldn't let that Ma Jun bastard get away with it cheap. She'd teach him a lesson, show him she wasn't some pushover.
Ma Jun emerged from the garden and started down the path toward the gate when a shadow flickered ahead. He ducked aside, waiting for it to pass. As it neared, he realized it was Feng Kun, glancing around furtively like a thief. Puzzled—what was this creep doing on campus at night?—Ma Jun trailed him quietly. When Feng Kun entered the garden, it clicked: the flirtatious teacher's lover was Feng Kun. Lovers or fuckbuddies? Who knew.
Wonder why he was late. Let me snag the bargain for free. Recalling how he'd left the slutty teacher limp and spent, Ma Jun felt a rush of satisfaction. He'd always despised Feng Kun because of Liu Yan but could do nothing. Now he'd fucked his woman, cucking him halfway. Revenge for Liu Yan.
Feng Kun navigated the garden with ease, reaching the central pavilion where Li Wen waited impatiently. He sneaked up and hugged her from behind, groping her full tits with a grin. "Missed me, baby? Got held up with something."
Li Wen startled at the embrace, nearly screaming, but relaxed at his voice. Her tone iced over. "You finally show? Look at the time—I waited a full hour. Where the hell were you?" If you hadn't been late, I wouldn't have mistaken Ma Jun for you and let him fuck me silly.
Feng Kun explained he'd been at a dinner with his uncle, the deputy education director, got roped into toasts with acquaintances, and slipped away once they were drunk.
As he spoke, he slipped a hand under her skirt, finding her panties soaked. He chuckled. "Little slut, you're drenched. Craving my big dick?" Little did he know a high school boy had just pounded her.
Recalling how Ma Jun had made her squirt like a fountain, Li Wen blushed, her expression souring. "Cut the crap. If you wanna fuck, do it quick. Gotta get home to the kid before my husband suspects."
Feng Kun dropped his pants, revealing a middling cock. He bent her over the bench, aimed at her plump ass's pussy, and slid in. Slick and tight, it gripped him deliciously. He gripped her slim waist, thrusting leisurely, savoring the slutty housewife's sexy body.
Before Liu Yan joined San Zhong, Li Wen was the Chinese office's hottest teacher—married just a couple years, radiating mature charm. Feng Kun targeted her, seduced her into becoming his regular fucktoy for secret trysts. But then he fixated on Liu Yan, sidelining Li Wen. After having a kid, her focus shifted home; their hookups dwindled to once every couple months.
"Hey, did you mention my thing to your uncle at dinner?" Li Wen asked, ass raised as his cock slid slowly in and out. Fresh off orgasm, she wasn't revved up yet—perfect time to press him on transferring to the education bureau. Teaching was grueling; bureau jobs were prestigious and cushy, though tough to snag.
"Asked him. Bureau's full-staffed this year; county's cutting positions." Feng Kun was blissfully fucking her tight cunt, fantasizing about Liu Yan's ass like this. He paused, then added casually, "Wait till next year. These things take time. Play the long game."
"Long game? Always the long game." Li Wen soured, sneering. "Bet you could if you wanted. But nah, new fling means old flame's forgotten. You've fucked me for free these years. I see you now—you're full of shit."
Feng Kun laughed awkwardly, fondling her heavy tits. "What nonsense? No new fling—just you, baby." But inwardly, he was tiring of her. Sure, he'd fucked her countless times, but he'd spoiled her too—city shopping sprees for clothes and shoes, hundreds at a pop. Thousands over years. Enough for a rural bride.
He felt shortchanged, bankrolling another man's wife. Her husband probably knew and stayed quiet. Letting someone else fuck his slutty wife? No big loss—win-win.
Li Wen scoffed. "Save it for ghosts. I know you—you're after Liu Yan. Dream on; she's no easy lay like me." She arched back deeper. After Ma Jun's thick monster, Feng Kun felt short, barely scratching her itch, no fullness.
Feng Kun mistook it for arousal, slapped her big ass, thrust harder. "Liu Yan can't compare. Love your slutty side. Feels good, huh? Bet hubby's not satisfying this little whore anymore."
"Ah... you're the best... harder..." Li Wen warmed up, pussy flooding again. Feng Kun matched her husband in stamina—seven, eight minutes tops—but his technique shone, with kinky tricks. A single finger could make her cum. God knows how many women honed that skill.
But Feng Kun, jaded from too many conquests, bored of sluts like Li Wen. No thrill in mind-and-body dominance. High-and-mighty types like Liu Yan ignited him. Picturing her snowy mega-tits, he pounded Li Wen while squeezing hers. "Slut, loving it? Gonna fuck you dead, no more teasing. Fuck, Liu Yan's just a prude—slut inside. I'll nail her someday."
Gasping under his thrusts, Li Wen panted, "Knew it—you men chase the unattainable. Shoulda played hard-to-get like her, kept you begging. She's no slut anyway; you won't get her. Probably some other guy's already had her."
Feng Kun froze, tense. "You work with her daily—what's her deal? Any lovers? Guys sniffing around?" He'd chased Liu Yan forever without success. If someone beat him to her body and heart, he'd die mad.
"Don't stop—keep going." Li Wen, mid-bliss, griped. Once he resumed, she smirked. "Liu Yan? Nah, no man's sniffing. She's proud, barely chats with male teachers. Gets along with Zhang Yang, though. Feels like he's into her—writes her poems. Watch out."
Feng Kun snorted. "That loser Zhang Yang? Can't even snag senior title. Thinks he can compete? Once I'm office director, if he hovers near Liu Yan, I'll crush him." No teacher threatened him for Liu Yan's heart—except maybe Principal Li Jianjun. Hence the rumors he'd spread to deter him.
Ma Jun had followed Feng Kun into the garden, hiding in a dark corner, eavesdropping on their fuck-chat. So the teacher he'd stolen was Liu Yan's office mate, hostile toward her. Perfect match: shameless perv and slutty bitch. Gotta warn Liu Yan about this whore.
Feng Kun obsessing over Liu Yan even mid-fling irked Ma Jun. He grabbed a stone, hurling it at Feng Kun's thrusting ass.
"Ow, what the fuck?" The stone hit Feng Kun's tailbone; he yelped, pulling out to rub it. Glancing up, he figured loose pavilion debris—but it felt thrown. Pants up, he scanned the dark, seeing nothing.
Li Wen felt him withdraw. "What? About to cum? Inside's fine today." Ma Jun already creampied me; morning-after pill later.
"Nah, leg cramp from standing." Feng Kun couldn't admit it, blaming kids nearby. He tried re-entering her sloppy cunt, but his dick had softened.
"Lemme help." Li Wen turned, jerking him expertly, griping, "When're you becoming director? Last year you swore it was set—still nothing. Lying again?"
Feng Kun chuckled dryly. "This time's real. Uncle talked to Li Jianjun. Post-review, announcement. Serve me right, office is mine—perks for you."
Title talk enraged her. "If you'd been director sooner! Had to beg old Lu Qihang for mine—let him take advantage."
Feng Kun bristled. "Lu Qihang? For title help? You fuck him? Slut, whoring yourself out."
His jealousy thrilled her. "So what if I'm a slut? My pussy, my choice. You're no husband—always dodging favors. Lu helped, so I fucked him. Someday, maybe Li Jianjun too."
Speechless, Feng Kun cursed inwardly. Compared to Liu Yan, Li Wen was too opportunistic. He'd hooked her hoping for bureau pull via his uncle. Imagining her slick cunt taking Li Jianjun and Lu Qihang's cocks oddly aroused him, stiffening his dick. He loved her slutty vibe—just grew possessive over time.
Seeing his moody face, Li Wen feared losing him—needed his help. She giggled. "Kidding! You buy that? Lu's fifty-plus; who'd want him? Just a tease. You know me: only hubby's fucked me besides you." Till Ma Jun today. Heart guilty.
Her words soothed him. He knew her flirty act hid fidelity—no real affairs with teachers. Even he'd had to get her drunk at a party, rape her en route home. She raged after; he dangled his uncle's clout for work perks. She relented, becoming his secret lover.
To please him, Li Wen kissed hotly, grinding her slick lips on his cock till he hardened. Ass up, she cooed, "Fuck my slutty pussy, hubby."
Excited, Feng Kun gripped her ass, slamming in. "Gonna fuck you dead, no more slutting." "Ah... so good... won't anymore... only you... aaah..." Li Wen moaned filthily, shaking her ass lewdly. After dozens thrusts, Feng Kun unloaded deep in her pussy.
Li Wen rose panting, forehead beaded with sweat, body slick. Fucked twice by Ma Jun and Feng Kun, she was spent, legs wobbly. Feng Kun came in under ten minutes—with a break—not a third of Ma Jun's time. Irritation flickered; she wiped her lips coldly. "Gotta go—kid's waiting. Bye." High heels clicked as she left.
Her hot-to-cold shift irked Feng Kun. He'd lost virginity young, fucked endlessly without restraint. Not yet thirty, dizziness plagued him; stamina waned, even ED sometimes. Without skill teasing her spots, he couldn't satisfy her growing sluttiness. Watching her leave without a backward glance, alone in his cold dorm, a urge hit: time to marry after all these years wandering.
Ma Jun slipped out post-fuck, back through the gate, walking slowly, mind racing. He'd stayed silent, but daytime encounters and body contact—would she recognize him? What if she suspected?
Her affair with Feng Kun meant she'd hate him chasing others. Maybe ally to ditch his Liu Yan obsession. But how to convince her?
Feng Kun's Liu Yan fixation ran deep; even if she helped, he'd persist. Needed backup: make him crash hard.
Home past eight, Ma Jun found mother Song Ping sewing. "Jun, back? Hungry? Wash up and eat. Monday late—homeroom tutoring again?" Starved from garden fun, he scarfed buns guiltily. "Mom, don't wait if I'm late. You stand all day—rest early. Don't wear yourself out."
"Good boy, I'm fine." Song Ping smiled. "Wanna discuss something—your input?" Day sales clerk, night sewing barely paid. She eyed quitting for her own clothing store but hesitated: startup cash, competition, no time for son.
"Great idea, Mom—I support it!" Ma Jun beamed, thumping his chest. "I'm big now, self-sufficient. Cafeteria meals; weekends help. Go for it!" He'd long urged her quit—low pay, hard work, humiliation. High school grad, hardworking; anything beat sales.
His backing firmed her resolve, though partners loomed for funds, location, stock.
Ma Jun chatted, showered, crashed. Dreaming hazily: fucking Zhang Li on a soft bed, pounding her fat white ass. Cao Meng appeared nude, mature curves gleaming, offering a full tit to his mouth. He suckled the cherry nipple; she moaned, bent ass-up, spreading pink lips invitingly.
Two busty milfs doggy-style, asses high, faces slutty—Ma Jun burned, torn. Huang Guoxin burst in: "Ma Jun, you bastard! Brothers, yet you eye my mom? We're done!"
Shamed, Ma Jun cringed. "Forgive if I fuck Zhang?" Huang eyed Zhang Li; she shrugged. "Guoxin, fuck me. Equal for my students." Huang eagerly plunged in; Ma Jun gaped.
"Jun, join Auntie." Cao Meng urged. He grabbed her slick ass, pounding. Bed echoed with milf moans, a fuck contest.
"What're you doing?" Li Ting stood shocked at impossible sight: Huang fucking Zhang Li, Ma Jun her mom.
Awkward. Then elegant Shu Meiyu entered in sheer negligee, curves veiled: proud peaks, dense bush, sealed lips—like a goddess.
"Tingting, they're treating the aunties. Watch closely—who excels? Might need them for Mom someday." Shu eyed Ma Jun's monster in Cao Meng, hungry.
Spurred, boys hammered; milfs wailed, proving prowess for the noble wife's favor—and her lush body.
Door flew open: naked men bore a sedan with nude Liu Yan, mega-tits bouncing, whip in hand, coldly lashing bearers—who grinned erect.
Ma Jun stared: Liu Yan! Li Jianjun and Feng Kun bearers. "T-Teacher, why...?" Liu Yan scowled, whipping. "Jun, mine—yet whoring others? Palace punishment!" Explaining futile; coolness below—Li Wen gripped his cock, lips engulfing, smiling seductively—then bit hard.
"Ahh—no!" Ma Jun jolted awake, soaked in sweat. Weird, erotic nightmare.
Next day at school, Ma Jun chatted Huang outside class, recalling dream orgy—excitement stirred, though impossible.
"Why stare? Flower on my face?" Huang, mid-Li Ting story, fidgeted.
"Nah, keep going." Ma Jun shook head, banishing filth. Too wild lately—three women. Zhang Li distanced wisely, urging restraint. He'd failed her.
Huang resumed: Li Ting let him walk her home, invited in—even met Shu Meiyu, who grilled his background approvingly.
"Shu Auntie's amazing—gorgeous, kind, so welcoming. Nearly stayed for dinner." Huang beamed; mom's nod topped Li Ting's.
Ma Jun marveled. Shu's warmth polite; Li Ting's invite odd. Huang's persistence win her? Nah, she wasn't shallow.
Dreaming Shu's sexy negligee and curves, Ma Jun fantasized. If Huang dated Li Ting, Shu his mother-in-law. Envy or pity? Heaven or hell—his call.
"Liu Yan's here." Huang muttered.
"Morning nerves?" Ma Jun shrugged. Greedy—Li Ting progress, now Liu Yan.
"L-Liu... Teacher... she's coming!" Huang gawked behind him.
Ma Jun turned. Liu Yan in plaid shirt tucked into tight jeans, sleeves rolled showing white arm, ponytail swaying, white sneakers. Casual under a tree, hands in pockets—radiant, youthful like fresh grad. Spotting him, she flashed a sweet smile.