Liu Yan's Past
The voice belonged to none other than Liu Yan, who had vanished just moments ago. How had she suddenly ended up at the lingerie counter? Ma Jun quickly stopped thrusting into Cao Meng's pussy, tilting his head to listen carefully to the sounds outside.
"Miss, can I try on this bra?" "Of course, ma'am. That changing room is occupied right now—you can use the one next door." Ma Jun heard the door of the adjacent changing room open and close softly. These stalls were made of thin aluminum panels that didn't block sound at all; he could even hear Liu Yan starting to undress.
"You little rascal, why'd you stop? Trying to torture Auntie on purpose?" Cao Meng was lost in the bliss of Ma Jun's cock pounding her, moaning nonstop, when she suddenly felt the huge dick in her pussy go still. Annoyed, she glanced back to urge him on.
Ma Jun quickly made a shushing gesture and whispered in her ear, "Auntie Cao, someone just went into the changing room next door. They'll hear us."
"What's there to be scared of? They don't even know who we are. She can change her clothes, and we can fuck our brains out." Cao Meng had zero reservations now; she just wanted that thick, long cock back inside her. She wiggled her snowy white ass with a teasing smile. "I'll keep quiet if that's what it takes. Come on, hurry up." Her seductive allure was too much for Ma Jun to resist. After a moment's hesitation at her words, he resumed pumping into her pussy, though gentler than before, afraid she'd cry out and alert Liu Yan next door.
True to her word, Cao Meng clamped her mouth shut, no more loud moans—just muffled, satisfied hums from her nose with each of Ma Jun's thrusts.
Liu Yan had been waiting for Ma Jun in the store when a sudden urge to pee sent her to the restroom. But the women's bathroom in the supermarket had only one stall and a perpetual long line. She'd waited ages to go, and when she returned, Ma Jun still wasn't done checking out. Bored, she wandered to the nearby lingerie section, spotted a nice bra, and decided to try it on.
In the fairly spacious changing room, Liu Yan locked the door, unbuttoned her plaid shirt, and slipped it off, revealing her snow-white, voluptuous body. Her towering, massive tits were tightly encased in a red lace bra, the soft white flesh spilling out, even showing hints of pink areola.
She unhooked the bra next, and her two jiggling melons bounced free, hanging like ripe papayas on her chest, nipples red and glossy as rubies. Standing before the mirror, she cupped her enormous, round breasts for a close inspection. The marks from that masked man's assault had mostly faded; you couldn't spot them unless you looked hard. Liu Yan breathed a sigh of relief. These past few days, she'd avoided low-cut dresses, wrapping her tits up tight for fear someone would notice.
Recalling the humiliation of that night—the masked man violating her—still sent shivers down her spine. Every evening, she double-checked the doors and windows. She'd even hidden the knife she'd grabbed from him under her pillow, just in case. Luckily, after she'd stabbed him and he'd fled, the creep never returned. Still, nightmares plagued her at midnight: the masked man reappearing, leering as he pinned her down and toyed with her body while she struggled helplessly. She'd wake in cold sweats, unable to sleep again.
Though she didn't know who he was, Liu Yan sensed something twisted in him beyond mere lust—a perverse psychological need. He was obsessed with her huge tits. If he hadn't been so fixated on playing with them, giving her that opening to fight back, she'd probably have been raped already.
Liu Yan gently caressed her full, massive breasts, a helpless sigh escaping her. Ever since her teens, these far-more-developed-than-average tits had been a source of trouble and grief. Sports were a hassle, and she endured endless teasing. Wherever she went, men's stares piled on the pressure. Even in summer, she shied from bright, pretty dresses, always hiding in baggy school uniforms, her gorgeous rack buried out of sight.
Only in college did she realize big, perky tits were something to be proud of. Changing in the dorm always drew gasps and stares from her roommates, who begged for bust-enlargement tips. Flattered and shy, Liu Yan finally dared flaunt her standout assets in front of guys, opting for sexy, low-cut outfits to make up for years of repression.
Out with dorm mates, even in modest clothes, Liu Yan stole the show—her tall figure and proud tits leaving guys dazed. At school dances, she was the undisputed queen, boys lining up to dance while others were ignored.
But unlike other girls, Liu Yan had woes. Nights brought confessions under the dorm window. At first amusing, it grew annoying. Desperate for a boyfriend as a shield, she dated top catches: first, the student council vice chair from a powerful family; second, a millionaire heir.
Liu Yan wasn't vain; these guys were charming and skilled, and her naive heart fell easily.
But neither truly loved her—just lusted after her killer body and beauty to brag about. Soon their true colors showed: schemes to bed her. She refused, dumped them upon seeing their ugliness, and swore off rich brats, seeking an ordinary guy. Enter husband Xu Zhipeng; they fell deep in love and married.
Post-marriage, Liu Yan cut ties with classmates, chatting occasionally with dorm friends. They pitied her choice, urging caution against emotion over logic. But she stood firm: a cushy elite life as a pampered wife wasn't for her. Her kind nature wouldn't survive family intrigue. Better a solid ordinary man like Xu Zhipeng. Yet now, life disappointed; faint regrets stirred, questioning her choice.
Her past faded like smoke. Sighing inwardly, Liu Yan held the bra to her chest for a fit check. Her huge size made finding the right bra tough, and her old ones were drab. She wanted fresh styles. Earlier with Ma Jun, she'd been too shy; now alone, she'd pick some to buy later. A married woman shopping shoes with a guy was fine; lingerie? That screamed invitation. No misconceptions for Ma Jun.
Suddenly, noises from next door—maybe another customer trying stuff on. She ignored it, focusing on her bra. But the sounds grew louder, the wall even shaking. Liu Yan frowned; what slob was changing so carelessly? She approached the wall to politely remind them, but heard muffled female gasps and rhythmic thuds—dull impacts. Stunned, realization dawned: her face flushed crimson, ears burning. Next door, someone was fucking! Shameless!
Instinct screamed to call the clerk, expose the filthy couple. But that felt mean—maybe young lovers, impulsive and bold. She and Xu Zhipeng had been inseparable in their hot phase, stealing kisses whenever. The staff didn't care; why should she?
She dropped it, but the escalating noises ruined her shopping. They wouldn't finish soon; eavesdropping felt wrong. She grabbed the lingerie to leave, but that woman's ecstatic moans—pure bliss only total satisfaction brought—held her.
That guy must be a master tease or hung like a horse, giving her insane pleasure without skill, Liu Yan mused. What were they to risk this? A cheap motel beats a changing room.
The blush-inducing sounds stirred her neglected body. Repressed lust bubbled up, longing on her face. Months alone, no man's touch—self-pleasure paled against a hot, hard cock.
Eyes glazing, she slumped against the wall, one hand kneading her full white tit, the other slipping into her jeans, fingers rubbing her pussy lips through thin panties. Biting her lip, her mind flashed to her husband's fuzzy face—quickly replaced by Ma Jun's sunny smile.
Next door, Ma Jun and Cao Meng neared climax. His swollen cock plunged relentlessly into her slick, tight pussy, battering her cervix each time. Sweat glistened on her jade-like body; her tender ass bore red imprints from his slams, face twisted in frenzy, gasping huge breaths.
Suddenly, Cao Meng spasmed, legs rigid, a melodic moan escaping as pussy juice gushed. Ma Jun felt her cervix clamp his glans, spinning wildly—waves of ecstasy hit. Forgetting Liu Yan, he hammered hard, then buried deep, erupting ropes of cum to drench her womb. They peaked together.
Ma Jun panted, holding her quivering body; his spent cock stayed hard inside, eager for round two. Cao Meng twitched in afterglow, eyes dreamy, cheeks flushed. Finally sighing, she shot him a playful glare. "You little devil, pull that thing out. Auntie's drained."
Reluctantly, he withdrew. She turned, embraced him for a deep kiss, then cooed, "Little Jun, still hungry? Hold out a few days—come home this weekend for the full treatment, okay?" They cleaned up, dressed. Seeing the coast clear, Cao Meng signaled him out, then calmly told the clerk nearby, "I'll take this set. Ring it up."
"Right away!" The clerk beamed, bagging it. Feeling the damp bra and panties with their odd scent, she puzzled but stayed mum—commission mattered more than customer kinks.
Checkout stunned Ma Jun again: over a grand for that black lace set. Cao Meng didn't blink.
After paying, she slipped five hundred into his pocket, concerned. "Little Jun, you're growing fast and studying hard. Take this—buy what you crave, don't skimp. Need more, just ask Auntie."
"Auntie, I can't. I have enough." Ma Jun flushed; she'd already covered Liu Yan's heels, and he had another five hundred—a fortune for his usual pocket change.
"Don't be shy with Auntie, or I'll get mad." She glared playfully. "It's late—head back to school. Bye." Helpless, he pocketed it, bid farewell, and returned to shoes. No Liu Yan. Odd—she'd hit changing after he and Cao Meng fooled around forever. Trouble? He rushed to lingerie, knocked softly. "Teacher Liu, you in there?"
At their climax, Liu Yan had fantasized Ma Jun's big cock, orgasming hard—pussy flooding her fingers. Legs buckled; she collapsed panting, dizzy in bliss.
Since first masturbating to him, she was hooked. The couple's passion blurred into her and Ma Jun naked, kissing wildly, her offering her hot curves. His hands roamed: over proud tits, flat belly, to her aching pussy, rubbing fiercely.
No—I can't. I'm married. Betraying my husband. Guilt surged, even if just fantasy. But her fingers kept stirring, craving that soul-melting high. She was just a lonely, lusty wife now.
Ma Jun's voice snapped her back. She dressed hastily, emerged. "How'd you know I was here?"
Her flushed, unnatural glow puzzled him—what had she been up to? "Teacher Liu, I waited ages at shoes, asked around. Clerk said you were trying stuff here."
"Let's go." She dragged him back, grabbed heels. "Why'd you take so long?"
"Huge line at checkout. Came back—you were gone." Ma Jun fibbed guiltily.
"It's late—back to school, don't miss class." Liu Yan's eyes darted, uneasy from her fantasy wank. Get him gone.
"Okay, Teacher Liu. You heading back too?"
"Errands first—home." Her soaked panties clung uncomfortably, sweat-sticky; she craved a shower and fresh pair.
Ma Jun parted ways, hurried to school. Zhang Li might wait in her office. At the door, anxious knock—no answer. Peering in, she sat stony-faced, unhappy.
Shit—she's pissed I ditched lunch. Guilt hit; Liu Yan had felt priority then. Pushing in, "Teacher Zhang, I'm here."
"You remember? Look at the time." Zhang Li snapped. "I waited an hour. Where were you?"
"Wanted to come right after class, but Teacher Liu grabbed me for shoe shopping. Didn't dare bail." Fearing Liu Yan might spill, he confessed all.
Her anger deflated to embarrassment—Liu Yan knew their fling but not details. "Hmph, smart. Keep our stuff from her. What else she say besides shoes?"
"Just study hard. Teacher Zhang, I get it now—gotta hit books to honor myself and your guidance." Ma Jun deadpanned sincerely.
"Good thinking." Zhang Li nodded; Liu Yan had followed up quick—effective. "Back to class. I need rest." She yawned, weary.
"Want a massage, Teacher Zhang?"
"No—too late. Tonight." She blushed; the wait, now teasing—infuriating.
"Okay, bye." Post-Cao Meng, he was spent—feared detection. Relieved, he bolted. But Li Wen loomed; three teachers entangled, overwhelming. Play by ear.
In class, pocket stuffed with a grand—he fidgeted excitedly, anxiously. Unimaginable wealth. Normally he'd blow it, but Liu Yan's words lingered, sparking new thoughts.
Teachers like Zhang Li and Liu Yan had jobs, families, steady pay—yet struggled. His mom worse, solo grinding. Cao Meng, housewife, splurged on pricey lingerie, handed him cash casually. Difference? Their men.
Equality preached, but women leaned on men. His strength decided her life quality. As Liu Yan said, without cash power, how pamper his love? Like Mom haggling veggies? No—unacceptable.
Deep breath: not a cent spent. Cao Meng had a husband; fucking her cucked him—spending her cash? Too far.
Evening study: heads down. Rowdy boys whispered; Li Ting's warnings ignored, face paling. Class prez Su Jianxin barked; they shut up. He smirked at her—57's mine, study rep or not.
Li Ting fumed at his glare. He was arrogant; post-rejection, constant clashes. Smart but girl—outmatched. Bullied to tears, helpless.
Girls backed Li Ting; boys split: Su's goons stirring trouble, others sympathizing but cowardly.
Huang Guoxin itched at Su bullying her—too scared. Dad deputy director; Su's dad fiscal boss, county bigwig. Offend, and woe via dads.
Ma Jun shot up, striding out. Su frowned. "Ma Jun, where? Study hall—no wandering."
Rubbing belly painedly, "Gut ache—to shit. Great prez, you control sky earth—even shits and farts? Bet you eat without dumping." Laughter erupted; anti-Su boys whistled. Su fumed, pointing. "Don't push it. I can handle you. No wandering—Teacher Zhang's rule. Take it up with her."
Zhang Li entered, tension thick. "What's this? Ma Jun?"
"Teacher Zhang, gut killing me—toilet. Su won't let. Gonna burst."
"Go!" She eyed him—bullshit, but dropped it. To Su icily post-exit: "Let people piss, idiot. Lousy prez—no sense." Not just for Ma Jun; she loathed Su—mediocre, power-hungry, daddy-landed via principal call. She opposed, lost; seized chances to smack him.
Su red-faced silent thrilled Li Ting. Ma Jun provoked him—helping her? Heart fluttered, cheeks pink. Maybe not heartless.
Ma Jun pissed, venting Su's bully shit—man vs. girl, lame. Unfazed by revenge; Zhang Li had his back. Su's dad couldn't hassle a sales clerk's kid—embarrassing.
But night: headache. Li Wen: garden post-class. Zhang Li: office. Can't offend either. No clone. Brainstorm: idea! Back to class.
Caught Zhang Li leaving. "Teacher Zhang, heading back?" Grinning.
"Gut fixed quick—faking? Avoid Su fights; come to me first." Protecting him—escalation like last year, she'd fail; demerit bad.
"Got it." Whispered, "You care—don't want me hurt, right?"
"Quiet—someone'll see." Blushing, glancing; empty campus. Glared casually, "Post-study, office. Essay issues—more tutoring." "Oh, Teacher Zhang—lunch, Liu said evening help needed. What to do...?" Feigned dilemma—Liu shield. She'd balk asking; hit Li Wen first, time-split.
"Ah." Paused. "Liu first, then me." What's she up to? Hubby away, lonely—fair. Ma Jun helping beats wolves.
"Gotcha." Plan worked; back to seat. Desk mate admired, "Dude, balls vs. Su. Zhang shredded him post-you—epic."
Learned aftermath; touched—Zhang tough exterior, cared deep. Deceiving her? Mean—but Li Wen's leverage forced it. One step at a time.
Bell rang; Ma Jun bolted. Plan: quickie with slutty Li Wen, half-hour max—then Zhang Li. Tough post-Cao Meng double-dip, but committed.
Just out, Liu Yan waited. "Ma Jun, water heater busted—check it?"
Stunned. No way—prophecy? Now what?
Gorgeous wife he'd craved forever. Sultry, slutty teacher. Ravenous mature homeroom. How choose?