Chapter 24: The Busty Homeroom Teacher's Inner Journey
Ma Jun returned to the classroom and sat down at his desk, his mind heavy with conflicting thoughts. He was torn about Li Wen inviting him to the little garden that evening. On one hand, there was something irresistibly fatal about this seductive, slutty female teacher that drew men like moths to a flame. On the other, he despised himself for being tempted by such a shameless whore. Sure, her blowjob earlier had felt amazing, but the thought of that alluring little mouth having wrapped around countless other men's cocks made him feel utterly disgusted.
He had to find a way to distance himself from this slut. If Liu Yan was like a delicious, sweet honey cake attracting bees and butterflies, then Li Wen was a slab of fatty meat crawling with flies. Ma Jun liked fatty meat well enough, but he had no interest in sharing it with the flies—or becoming one himself.
Yet right now, this slab of fat was stuck to him like glue, impossible to shake off.
The third period was Chinese class. As soon as the bell rang, Zhang Li appeared promptly at the door of Class 57. Her authoritative gaze swept the room, and the chatter died instantly. Class president Su Jianxin jumped to his feet and shouted, "Attention!"
All the students stood and chorused, "Good morning, teacher!"
"Good morning, class. Please sit."
Zhang Li stepped onto the podium and set down her teaching materials. Her eyes were still slightly red-rimmed. She glanced subconsciously at Ma Jun, who was sitting ramrod straight, and a wave of emotion washed over her. Their relationship could never be accepted by the world. Even if Liu Yan understood and supported her, what then? If their scandal ever came out, could she still stand here on the podium facing these innocent, wide-eyed students?
But she craved the pleasure of making love with Ma Jun—not just because his cock was longer and thicker, but because he always fucked her with the raw passion and heat of youth. Every thrust of that massive dick into her pussy felt like he wanted to impale her completely, filling her with the greatest pride a woman could know.
And afterward, when he collapsed panting on her big white tits like a child nestling against his mother, it gave her a deep maternal satisfaction. She even felt there was nothing wrong with sleeping with her student; she was just helping him grow in another way. If his sexual urges weren't properly guided and released, it could hurt his studies—or worse, lead him down a criminal path.
It wasn't impossible. A few years back at San Zhong, a top student in junior high had gotten curious about sex and snuck into the girls' bathroom to peep. A female teacher caught him mid-pee and berated him as a pervert. In a rage, the boy strangled her to death and then violated her body. The case shocked everyone, but they pitied the boy too—he'd been just a month from the entrance exams, and one impulsive moment ruined his future.
Zhang Li thought that if his homeroom teacher had noticed the issue early and guided him properly, the tragedy might have been avoided. But sex ed in middle school was still just basic physiology lessons—no real grasp of students' psyches or interventions. Parents obsessed over grades but ignored their kids' physical and emotional growth, letting it run wild. Then when problems arose, they blamed the school and teachers.
Of course, Zhang Li knew she was overly indulgent with Ma Jun. To maintain her authority as homeroom teacher, she tolerated no defiance from students. Any boy who dared ogle her body or show filthy thoughts got crushed without mercy—a warning to the rest. She wasn't gentle like Liu Yan with her students, nor did she flaunt her allure like Li Wen. But with Ma Jun, she was lenient. That day he'd accidentally hugged her, she hadn't scolded him—instead, it ignited her own desires, leading her step by step into the trap until he'd claimed her virginity.
She'd reflected afterward, wanting to pull back from the brink. But one misstep, and there was no turning back. Her desires had conquered her. For a plain-looking middle-aged woman like her, she'd never known fervent pursuit from other men. Her marriage to her husband was bland, like stagnant water without passion. She poured herself into work instead. Then Ma Jun became the torch in her forty-plus years of dullness, lighting up her shadowy life.
When his hot, hard cock first plunged into her long-dry pussy like a withered well, she'd tasted life's sweetness again. Deep down, she was grateful to him. That's why she tolerated his excesses, even when they irked her. Yesterday, she'd deliberately ignored him, but her heart had been uneasy, fearing he'd never speak to her again.
Liu Yan could never understand that feeling. Zhang Li sometimes envied the young, stunning teacher—her breathtaking beauty and tall, sexy figure drew endless admirers. Liu Yan was aloof and proud, keeping everyone at arm's length, yet suitors never stopped. That gave her the confidence to face Ma Jun without crumbling easily. Even Li Wen, whom Zhang Li despised, had psychological edge over Ma Jun; she wouldn't treat him with Zhang Li's timid humility. In the end, a woman needed beauty and a killer body—fiery temper or flaws, men would forgive.
Liu Yan had joked about stealing Ma Jun, and while Zhang Li played it off, it weighed on her. Compared to the radiant Liu Yan, she had nothing to offer—younger age, better looks, figure, poise, education; Liu Yan outshone her. Not just Ma Jun; across the school or all of Gu County, no man could resist if Liu Yan set her sights on him.
With her looks, Liu Yan rivaled female stars. In a city full of beauties, she might blend in, but at little San Zhong in Gu County, she was the unrivaled queen.
Ma Jun watched the poised, steady Zhang Li on the podium, his own thoughts swirling. Among the women he'd slept with, Zhang Li was the plainest-looking. Cao Meng and Li Wen were both knockout beauties who could crush her. Of course, both paled next to the peerless Liu Yan.
Liu Yan was breathtakingly beautiful without being gaudy—seductive yet not slutty. Li Wen had great looks and body, but next to Liu Yan, her cheap vibe dragged her down; she'd never grace the high table. Men just wanted to use and abuse her, no love or pity involved.
Cao Meng was petite and enchanting, with a voluptuous figure and snow-white, silky skin—a perfect bedmate. But she was too soft in personality.
Still, Ma Jun felt closest to his homeroom teacher Zhang Li. She was always so straight-laced, bossing him around and giving him headaches. But he knew: in this world, after his mother Song Ping, the woman who cared most was Zhang Li.
He remembered last semester when his English grades slipped. The sub teacher didn't care, but Zhang Li chased her down for answers and made him get tutoring over winter break. He'd been miserable, ruining his New Year. But later, he realized she truly cared. No wonder Su Jianxin griped that she favored Ma Jun over the class president.
He'd been a bit resentful about her cold shoulder yesterday, but thinking of her constant care, patience, and strictness—all for his sake, beyond a teacher's duty—melted it away. He wasn't blind to good intentions.
Zhang Li was strict and serious, but her Chinese classes were the students' favorite—San Zhong's showcase, often observed by other teachers. She didn't need notes; everything was memorized. Her goal was igniting curiosity, imparting years of wisdom subtly. Seeing those rapt young faces filled her with pride—her greatest joy as a teacher.
The bell rang; class ended. Zhang Li closed her materials, stole another glance at Ma Jun, then walked out. Liu Yan said she'd talk to him, but would he get her good intentions? If he distanced himself now, what could she do? Beg him shamelessly to fuck her pussy? No matter how desperate, she couldn't stoop that low.
Zhang Li clicked her high heels toward the office building. Urgent footsteps sounded behind her. She turned to see Ma Jun jogging up. Her heart fluttered, but she kept her face neutral, frowning. "Ma Jun, what are you doing? Running around like that—what kind of example is this?"
Ma Jun stopped short, head down, mumbling awkwardly, "Teacher Zhang, I need to talk to you."
"Say it here."
Seeing him approach first, she instinctively pulled rank as homeroom teacher.
"Teacher Zhang, how about your office? It's private—too many people passing by here."
He glanced at the teachers milling about, looking troubled.
Zhang Li eyed the boy towering over her, shrinking like a guilty kid. Her resolve softened. She nodded slightly. "Fine, come with me."
She turned and headed upstairs.
Ma Jun followed, staring up at the two massive, round ass cheeks swaying under her skirt. Compared to Li Wen's light, graceful butterfly butt, Zhang Li's was fattier and thicker—but it felt solid and reliable. No matter how hard he pounded it during sex, those plump, soft cheeks took every slam. When he tired, he could rest on them. They were MVPs.
Thinking of the thrilling game with Li Wen earlier, he wanted to dive under Zhang Li's skirt, grab those snow-white, juicy cheeks, and lick away. But she was conservative—even moaned quietly during sex. No way she'd accept something so kinky. He'd ease her into it later. Priority now: get her forgiveness.
Back in the office, Zhang Li sank into her chair. "Alright, we're alone. Speak."
She sat straight-backed, chest out, face composed—acting natural as ever.
Ma Jun met her eyes, took a deep breath. "Teacher Zhang, I know I went too far in class yesterday and made you mad. I've reflected deeply. I shouldn't have joked like that or distracted the class. You've always cared for me—in studies and life—but I didn't appreciate it. I'm the worst sinner, unforgivable, deserving death."
"Enough! You think you're writing an essay? Piling on idioms to sound smart? I taught you essays hate stuffed vocab—forgot already? Are you a pig?"
Zhang Li shot him a glare. He'd started sincere, but devolved into nonsense. She'd been touched, but now she couldn't resist scolding.
"Teacher Zhang, don't be mad."
Seeing her back to normal relaxed him. The calmer she acted, the angrier she was. Scolding meant forgiveness. He grinned. "Books say anger's bad for health—makes women age faster."
"You... one day you'll be the death of me."
She shook her head helplessly, then pouted sternly. "You think teacher's too old? Go chase young pretty ones—I won't stop you."
Ma Jun's heart skipped. What did that mean—had she noticed something? She stretched her legs out, looking tired. He stepped up with a smile. "Teacher Zhang, standing all day must tire you. Let me massage your legs."
His hands kneaded her snowy, plump thighs gently. He often massaged his mom Song Ping—quite skilled.
Zhang Li felt his fingers work her legs just right—not too hard, steady rhythm. Pure bliss. She smiled faintly. "No free favors without strings. You didn't answer my question—feeling guilty? Hiding something?"
Ma Jun sweated under her probing. Unsure what she knew, he tested: "What question, Teacher Zhang? You know my every move. Who's been tattling?"
His shifty eyes betrayed him. Zhang Li huffed amusedly. "How'd you know someone tattled? Who? Why? Tell me."
Stumped, Ma Jun knew he couldn't outtalk her. Denying would just amuse her. He came clean about how he met Liu Yan—mostly. He skipped details like her forced handjob on Principal Li Jianjun in the office; no need complicating things.
Zhang Li's eyes flickered. When she'd asked Liu Yan earlier, the answers were vague. Now she had the full picture. Helpless, she'd warned him not to chase Liu Yan—he'd ignored her. She'd thought Liu Yan too picky, but Ma Jun had won her over. A freshman taking his homeroom teacher, now tangled with San Zhong's hottest? In two years, who knew—he might bed every female teacher, discarding her. She'd have to vie for affection. But allied with Liu Yan, her good friend, they might hold their own.
Pah—what am I thinking? Her cheeks heated. His kneading made her thighs tingle; her full body squirmed. Heat stirred in her pussy, arousal budding. If it came to that, she'd rather share him with Liu Yan than others—at least she was genuine, no schemes.
"Ma Jun, what's done is done. No more lectures."
She pondered, then said gravely, "Handle things with Teacher Liu carefully. Her situation's different from mine. You're a student—focus on studies, don't lose big for small. Your business with her? I'll stay out."
It was her reluctant choice. Romance was unpredictable. Maybe his crush on Liu Yan was youthful fancy that'd fade. Interfering might backfire. Let nature take its course; Liu Yan would manage.
"Don't worry, Teacher Zhang. I know what I'm doing."
He nodded, kept massaging her pale thighs. Seeing her eyes close in bliss, he teased, "If you like my skills, lie on the bed—full body massage?"
Her legs tingled deliciously, fatigue gone. Tempted, but his eyes roamed her mature curves—she saw his real intent. She pouted. "Knew you had ulterior motives. Ignored one day and you're this pent-up? Not now—midday."
She'd misread him. He'd fucked Li Wen hard last night, gotten head in the girls' bathroom this morning—no raging urge. Just wanted to pamper her. But explaining lust? He nodded. "Okay, Teacher Zhang. See you after lunch."
"Mm. Go."
Eyes half-closed, she lounged lazily, craving midday bliss. Her thick white thighs rubbed together; her core itched for his cock. She was hooked on it. Yesterday's snub was minor punishment, but she'd lain awake, tossing till she woke Yang Hongbing. He'd tried for sex.
She'd huffed and turned away. He eyed her back: tank top and panties in the heat, her fat ass and round thighs gleaming white—tempting.
Yang Hongbing had lusted after the neighbor's slim young wife—slender arms and legs. Zhang Li's chubby build turned him off. Teased but unable to act, he'd snuck to a hair salon for a girl. Pink lights, sofas with busty young hookers in skimpy clothes. Dazzled, he picked a slim one, rushed inside.
She washed him expertly, stripped, spread her pale legs on the bed. His dick rock-hard, he plunged in and pounded. She moaned, legs clamping his waist, hips bucking, pussy clenching. He lasted dozens thrusts before shuddering and cumming. She cleaned up, demanded cash. Embarrassed, he tossed a hundred and slunk out—ten minutes total.
Home, he regretted: free pussy at home, yet paid for seconds. Hundred bucks hurt. Slim girls looked hot but felt bony—no cushion. He missed his wife's soft white flesh: meaty pads, comfy to fuck.
Before, Zhang Li nagged about son or chores; his advances rebuffed. He ignored her, played mahjong out. Talk dwindled to under ten sentences daily; sex nil.
Lately, her glow improved—sallow skin now rosy, smiles at home, less temper. But cold to him. He tried warming up; she brushed him off. Suspected a school fling? Planned spying, but nah—she was plain, fat, mid-40s. Young teachers aplenty—why her? He was the fool prizing her.
She was proud, vengeful. He'd griped her fatness once; cold war since. Accuse her of cheating? Divorce city. When they wed, folks envied: she plain but proper-featured, busty hips—prime breeder. Young guys drooled; he scored big.
Parents thrilled: son mediocre, honest—better plain wife than hot one he'd lose. Her big ass screamed sons. Two years married, fat boy born. Teacher wife boasted him up. Steady life for over a decade. Divorce? No better catch.
"Honey, can't sleep? Let's fuck—we haven't in ages."
His hand groped her slick ass, fingers teasing her plump pussy through panties. Dick hardened. Fool me—why fertilize others' fields?
"Middle of night—buzz off! Class tomorrow."
She swatted his arm, irritated.
"Just once, babe—I'm so hard."
He guided her hand to his erection, pleading. "I was wrong before, dissing you. But years together—can't hold grudge forever."
Feeling his hot shaft, her thirst rose. Guilty for ignoring him amid Ma Jun romps, she relented—but quietly, don't wake son.
Excited, he flipped her, groped and kissed her soft curves, yanked panties off. Pussy damp, he gripped his cock and slipped in. Hot walls sucked him. Novelty hit—like fucking another's wife. He hoisted her thick legs, thrust wildly. Dick pistoned; thighs slapped ass—smack smack smack echoing in the night.
"Quieter—son'll hear."
Zhang Li tensed, listening out while he pumped her.
"Two doors—fine. Been forever, babe. I'll make it good tonight."
"Hurry up—less talk."
Flat on back, she jiggled with each thrust, tits bouncing in her top. Used to Ma Jun's huge cock, her husband's felt shallow, unsatisfying—itch unscratched. She craved Ma Jun more.
Yang Hongbing sighed inwardly, hammered on. Newlyweds, he'd fuck her seven-eight times nightly, twenty minutes each—leaving her bedridden, pussy swollen. Now? Days between, minutes max. Her needs grew; he faltered. Quick finishes left her grumpy.
Too long or overexcited? Dozens thrusts in, he spurted. She fumed, kicked him off bed. Guilty and shamed, he grabbed quilt, crashed on sofa.
Zhang Li fingered herself to thoughts of Ma Jun's monster cock.
After, she cleaned in bathroom. Passing sofa, saw him curled asleep—helpless, guilty. Marriage rocky, but twenty years, a son. Ma Jun satisfied her now, but temporary—he'd leave Gu County. Then what? She shoved the thought away. Enjoy the now; let future worry later.