Li Wen's Revenge
Ma Jun stared in astonishment at Zhang Li astride him, bucking wildly. In the past, their lovemaking had always been straightforward—face-to-face or from behind. They'd never tried cowgirl before. For one thing, Zhang Li thought it too slutty, something she couldn't quite accept. For another, Ma Jun found it too passive, so he wasn't a fan either.
But today, with his stamina running low, he suddenly discovered the perks. He could just lie back, let Zhang Li serve him, and enjoy the mesmerizing sight of her tits bouncing like waves. The only downside? Their genitals fused so deeply that every twitch of his cock in her pussy delivered explosive pleasure to them both.
The sensation was even more intense for Zhang Li. Each time she swallowed Ma Jun's rod into her depths, it felt like that scorching shaft was piercing right through her. Pussy juice gushed endlessly from her hole as she bit her lip hard, shaking her plump white ass even harder.
Under this relentless assault, Ma Jun couldn't hold out. He grabbed her fat cheeks and thrust his big dick upward, pumping thick ropes of hot cum deep into her pussy.
In the afterglow of ecstasy, Zhang Li collapsed onto his chest, gasping for breath, her body slick with sweat. Milky fluid oozed slowly from their joined sexes.
After a long moment, she sighed contentedly and murmured softly to him, "Looks like you weren't lying. You really didn't do anything with Liu Yan, or you wouldn't have cum so much. I guess Teacher was wrong to accuse you."
Ma Jun hugged her soft, voluptuous body, pinching one of her big tits as he grumbled, "Zhang Teacher, I really was just fixing the water heater. Why won't you believe me? Liu Teacher and I are totally innocent."
"You're usually so smart—how come your brain turns to mush around women?"
Zhang Li smiled wryly. "You really think Liu Yan called you over to fix the heater? That was just an excuse to seduce you. Hmph, she might fool you, but not me. That Liu Yan—husband's away, and the little slut starts waving her tail. Acts all prim in front of me. Next time, I'll show her."
Ma Jun froze. He replayed the events at Liu Yan's house in his mind, realizing Zhang Li might be right. The electric water heater had only a minor issue with the showerhead—something Liu Yan could fix herself. Why call him? And her pants hadn't been that hard to remove. Had she deliberately tempted him?
Realizing he'd missed a golden opportunity, Ma Jun kicked himself. What an idiot, he thought. So fucking blind. If Liu Yan had no interest, why expose her pussy to a strange guy? It was a blatant invitation. But he'd been too busy ogling her gorgeous legs to notice.
Seeing his regretful face, Zhang Li shook her head helplessly, stroking his hair with a light laugh. "Enough moping. Liu Teacher's on her own—it's not easy. Help her out more from now on, got it?"
Though annoyed at Zhang Li's two-faced attitude toward Liu Yan, she understood. They were both women; she thought Liu Yan's husband a jerk for ditching her for the south. But it was their marriage—she couldn't interfere. Still, if Liu Yan was ready to step out, Zhang Li didn't mind nudging her along. Selfishly, ever since Liu Yan learned of her affair with Ma Jun, Zhang Li felt guilty around her. Pulling Liu Yan in would ease her conscience.
"Don't worry, Zhang Teacher. I got it."
Ma Jun nodded vigorously. No need for reminders—he'd jump at any chance to "help" now. Imagining Liu Yan's flawless, tempting body, his cock stiffened again in a flash.
It was still buried in Zhang Li's pussy. She felt it twitch and shot him a playful glare. "Hard again just thinking of Liu Yan? Wanna fuck her that bad?"
"No way! You worked so hard earlier—now it's my turn to take care of you, Li-jie."
A bit embarrassed, Ma Jun wanted to prove himself. Rested up, he flipped her beneath him, mounted her feverish curves, and pounded away. Over a hundred brutal thrusts later, he made her cum twice before unleashing his load. Zhang Li was fucked senseless, voiceless and limp, utterly conquered by his massive cock. He's this good now, she thought. As he grows, I won't satisfy him alone. Liu Yan sharing the load would be perfect—if he can seal the deal.
They cuddled a bit longer before cleaning up and dressing. But Zhang Li sat at her desk with his composition notebook. "Ma Jun, I haven't graded your essay yet. Come here—I'll go over it. That closing quote from a famous saying? Not quite right."
Seeing her switch to strict teacher mode, Ma Jun groaned inwardly. Middle-aged women are beasts. Fucked to oblivion moments ago, now fresh as ever. No wonder they said thirty like wolves, forty like tigers. Once a mature slut like Zhang Li unleashed her lust, no ordinary guy could keep up. He'd need to train harder—or Liu Yan would still be unconquered when Zhang Li drained him dry. And lonely Cao Meng awaited too. Pressure city.
"Alright, it's getting late. Head home."
Zhang Li finished lecturing on his essay flaws and checked the time.
"Got it, Zhang Teacher. See ya."
Ma Jun hadn't gone home for lunch with Liu Yan—Mom Song Ping might gripe—so he bid her farewell and left the office. The cool evening breeze revived him. With a caring beauty like Zhang Li doting on him and a sexy stunner like Liu Yan eyeing him, heaven had blessed him. What was there to complain about?
Ma Jun hadn't been gone long when a curvaceous woman in a red strapless dress emerged from the path behind the teaching building. Towering tits, plump perky ass, long straight snow-white legs—but her pretty face was frosty. It was Li Wen. She'd told Ma Jun to wait in the little garden after school, then ditched him to shop.
She'd planned to make him stew, then fuck him senseless—last night he'd railed her good, and she craved that thick long big dick. But returning to an empty garden soured her mood. Maybe he was in the bathroom? Half an hour later, still nothing. He'd stood her up.
Furious at being played by a high schooler, her chest tightened. He clearly ignored her threats. Did he think she wouldn't report him? She bit her lip, tempted to march those panties to the moral education office and punish the bastard. But it wouldn't help her—expel him, and her scandal would explode. A teacher raped by a student? How to face her husband?
Clacking out the school gate in her heels, she headed home when a staggering figure approached. Spotting her sexy outfit, his eyes lit up, slurring, "Hey beauty, where to? Lemme join ya."
She smelled booze from afar, saw his flushed face—a drunk. She sidestepped, but he lunged, groping her full tits. "Damn, these are huge—like big steamed buns. Lemme knead 'em."
"Let go!"
Li Wen struggled, biting his arm hard enough to break free. Panicking, she sized him up—booze and kitchen stench. Familiar... the cafeteria head chef, Wang. Always leering at female teachers and students. Drunk today, he dared grope her. "Wang Chef, had too much?"
"Oh, Li Teacher! Heh, knew it was a hottie."
Recognizing her, he grew bolder. He'd heard she was a slutty teacher but rarely saw her in the cafeteria. Her affairs fueled his fantasies. Alone at night, drunk now, he pressed, "Out late? Horny for dick, huh? Your slutty cunt needs pounding."
"Shameless pig."
Enraged—a student bullied her, now the cook talked dirty—she slapped him hard and kneed his crotch.
"Ow!"
Chef Wang doubled over, clutching himself, face burning. Sober now, facing her glare, he fled toward the gate.
Still fuming, Li Wen dialed. "Hey, where are you? School gate—pick me up. Need your help."
Five minutes later, a Santana pulled up. Feng Kun grinned. "Fancy summoning me tonight? Found a great spot—let's try it."
Li Wen slid in, sulking silently. Ten minutes later, they parked. Feng Kun stroked her thigh. "Nice, right? Quiet, secluded—better than the garden. Our new spot."
He'd brought her to a fitness plaza on the county edge—new but remote, poorly lit, unmaintained. Now a lovers' lane. He'd discovered it recently; perfect timing for her call.
Spotting a rocking car nearby—obvious fucking—Li Wen snorted. "Always scheming filthy stuff. And you're a teacher? Disgusting."
Feng Kun didn't care, hand sliding up her skirt, fingering her pussy through panties. "I'm disgusting, yeah—but you love it. Why call otherwise? Slutty pussy itching for my cock?"
His touch made her wet. She rolled her eyes. "Business first. Can you get rid of that Wang chef from the cafeteria?"
"The cafeteria guy?"
Feng Kun blinked. "What'd he do?"
"Pissed me off."
Li Wen huffed. "Hugged me, groped my tits, said he wanted to fuck my slutty cunt. You gonna handle it?"
Feng Kun's face darkened—Li Wen was his slut. "Got it. He's gone tomorrow."
His uncle's pull worked on other vice principals; firing a cook was easy.
"That's more like it."
Li Wen smirked, groping his hard bulge. "Rock hard already? Don't hold back—fuck me quick. Gotta get home."
She hiked her ass, peeling off her panties.
Her fresh tender pussy between pale thighs made Feng Kun throb harder. Years of banging this flirty teacher, and she never bored him like others. Her mature allure always fired him up. Generous too—no petty haggling. Even in trades, she was big-hearted, making him okay with her gains.
"C'mere, baby."
He reclined the seat fully. Li Wen climbed over, skirt bunched at her waist, exposing her petal-soft body. He unhooked her bra one-handed, tossing it aside, fondling her heavy tits smugly. "These feel bigger—almost matching Liu Yan's. Did I grow 'em? Reward time?"
Li Wen's face fell. Post-kid, her cups had upped, but Liu Yan's monster jugs outclassed. Hearing him obsess during foreplay irked her. She made to dismount.
"Aw, baby, really mad?"
Feng Kun hugged her tight. "Just kidding. Liu Yan's stacked, sure—but not as slutty as you. No teacher's sluttier."
"Drop dead."
Trapped, she punched his chest, resentful. "Think I wanted this? If not for your rape back then, I wouldn't be on your hook—sneaking around, scared of getting caught."
"My bad, baby."
Seeing her grudge lingered, he cooed, "I'm the asshole—but I treat you right. Whatever you want, I deliver. If I didn't care, why chase you so hard? Your choice, Li Wen."
She stiffened, silent. She'd blamed him for her fall—but never herself. He raped her drunk, sure, but she could've reported him. Instead, she yielded to threats. Deep down, she was complicit. Feng Kun never tried that on Liu Yan—her fiery temper scared him off mutual destruction.
"Grow up, Li Wen. We're adults—no kid tantrums."
He smacked her ass. "Let's fuck first. You didn't call just to vent. Spring night worth a fortune."
"You'll crash over some woman someday."
Li Wen huffed but unbuckled him, yanking pants down to free his raging cock. She hiked her skirt, guided it in, and wrapped her arms around his neck, grinding her hips fluidly.
Feng Kun sighed in bliss—her tight wet pussy gripped him perfectly. He bucked up, burying deep.
With each thrust, Li Wen mewled softly, flushed like wine, twerking her butterfly butt to milk his shaft. Juices leaked, soaking their clothes.
"Harder, baby."
Her contractions milked him, pleasure surging—but not quite enough.
Drenched in sweat, Li Wen panted, "Can't anymore—you take over."
Tight space, awkward position—Feng Kun loved car-fucks, though.
He opened the door. Li Wen bent over the hood, ass up. He speared her, pounding. Fifty strokes in, he erupted.
His cum-hosing triggered her—pussy spasming, squirting hot, body slumping.
Driving her home, Feng Kun saw her mood. Thinking of her bureau transfer, he soothed her thigh. "I'll handle the move—be patient. Uncle's just deputy; needs timing."
"Hmph, your problem."
Li Wen had given up on the bureau—Feng Kun always stalled. Best stay at San Zhong, push her title. Idea struck: "Title review's on—nudge the leaders for me? Makes me nervous."
"Easy—one call."
He grinned, then griped, "VPs are doable, but Li Jianjun's a rock—stupid and stubborn. Don't wanna clash while gunning for curriculum director. You brainstorm too."
Li Wen sighed. She'd tried Li Jianjun—polite, procedural, no real talk. Thought he wanted her body; willing to trade. But zero interest. Frustrating—even Feng Kun lusted openly. Old prudes like Lu Qihang fell to her seduction. Li Jianjun? No-fish cat.
Did no-fish cats exist? Her Liu Yan rumors aside, she sensed Li Jianjun eyed Liu Yan—his gaze lit up. Old fox hunting the plumpest hen. She was just roadside chicken.
"Know a Ma Jun? Freshman 57."
Remembering her no-show, rage boiled. Worse than Li Jianjun—stole her panties, denied it. Time for payback.
"Ma Jun? Yeah, Liu Yan's cousin."
Feng Kun chuckled. "What'd he do?"
"Her cousin?"
Li Wen gaped. Pieces clicked—office feud with Liu Yan; maybe she sicced him to humiliate her. Old and new grudges surged. "Sneaky bastards."
"What's the beef? He's not your student."
"Don't worry. When you're curriculum director, punish Ma Jun for me."
Her eyes flashed cold. "Want Liu Yan? I'll set you up."
"You said it—no backing out."
Feng Kun's eyes gleamed. Li Wen playing matchmaker? Irresistible. Liu Yan guarded him; with Li Wen's help, she'd be his.
"I won't welch."
Li Wen said icily. No impulse—post-kid, she craved normalcy, ditching Feng Kun. Help him bag Liu Yan, and she'd escape free.
He dropped her near home. She checked for eyes, then hurried in. He drove off, thrilled at claiming Liu Yan soon.
Home, her MIL minded the kid; husband Zhao Mingde gamed in the study. "Back? School done?"
County CPPCC clerk, tall skinny, bespectacled, mild-mannered. Her dad matched them—solid guy. Quiet homebody gamer. Low-maintenance, if passionless. Without Feng Kun, she'd be happy housewife.
"Yeah, over."
His concern stung—always "school business" for trysts. Cum still inside, she rushed to bathe. Waited half-hour for Ma Jun, fucked by Feng Kun—exhausted. Tub filled; she dozed off.
Kid's cries woke her—water cold. Dried, PJ'd, bed. Sweaty post-fuck, chilled by wind—fever hit midnight, 39°C. Hubby found her burning, rushed her for IV. Fever broke after chaos; she took sick leave.
Next day at school, Ma Jun fretted Li Wen's wrath—no sign. Boarders griped: cafeteria chef fired; lunch just plain noodles.
Days passed routinely. No Li Wen harassment. Zhang Li stricter on studies, wilder in bed. Ma Jun licked her pussy again—she squirted, drenching his face. Called him pervert post-orgasm, but allowed pre-fuck oral henceforth. Bond deepened.
Liu Yan avoided him—maybe shame over seduction attempt. Still haughty in halls, but her smiles held warmth only he caught. Her words spurred him: study hard to protect his women. He buckled down. Week flew; Friday again.
"Finally weekend. When's summer break?"
On the field, Huang Guoxin lounged on grass, grass stem in mouth, dreamy. "Mom promised Maldives vacation. Hey, Ma Jun—know where that is?"
"Duh. Think you're worldly? I memorized the world map."
Ma Jun bounced basketball, sank a three. "Forget vacation—midterms next week. Ready? Bomb it, and you're grounded."
"Piece o' cake."
Huang Guoxin smirked. "Bribed my seatmates—new comics each. They'll pass answers. Aiming top ten—Li Ting'll notice."
"Self-deception, man."
Ma Jun sat beside him seriously. "Told ya—cheating bites back. Why not study for real?"
"Nah, my brain's trash."
Huang shrugged. "Not like you—genius. Mom says worst case, study abroad—US, Canada, Oz. Why bother?"
Ma Jun sighed—preaching futile; lives differed. Dropped it. "How's Li Ting?"
"Same."
Droop. Post-drop-off, she'd warmed—then iced. No more rides. "Hot and cold—wtf?"
"Tough chase. Try others?"
Ma Jun clapped his shoulder, grinning. "School's fulla hotties. Don't hang on one tree—spread bets."
"Nah—Li Ting or bust. Can't fail where Su Jianxin did."
Proving superiority fueled him.
"Fine, good luck."
Ma Jun grabbed ball, dashed, slammed a dunk—rim shook. Ball rolled to road below.
"Hey, classmate—grab the ball?"
A uniformed girl passed; he yelled.
She picked it, tossed back, smiled lightly. "Dunk master? Which class? Name?"
Ma Jun blinked—pretty, short hair, almond eyes, taller than Li Ting, full chest, mature vibe. "Ma Jun, freshman 57. You?"
"Freshman? Explains it."
Song Siwei smiled. "Song Siwei, sophomore. Heading home—bye."
She waved, sauntered off.
Interesting girl, Ma Jun thought, eyeing her graceful figure. Poised, un-girly, elite aura—like faint Liu Yan echo. But just a sophomore—no mature allure to rival Liu Yan's radiant dominance.