Liu Yan's Lonely Heart
Ma Jun returned to the classroom, the enticing fragrance of Liu Yan's body still lingering in his nostrils, while the tips of his fingers seemed to retain the sensation of her silky skin. It left him lost in fantasies, a feeling utterly different from what he experienced with Zhang Li.
With Zhang Li, he'd initially seen her purely as his homeroom teacher, viewing her with a mix of fear and respect. Now, he looked at her through a man's eyes—blended with lust, rebellion against her everyday authority, and the thrill of conquest. Perhaps when he'd been pounding her plump ass, it had been an unconscious release of the pent-up frustration from years of monotonous school life.
Zhang Li was strict as their homeroom teacher, but Ma Jun knew her severity stemmed from genuine care for her students, much like how his mother Song Ping would give him a good thrashing when he misbehaved. That's why he'd always endured it silently, never daring to rebel.
But those suppressed emotions had simmered beneath the surface until he accidentally hooked up with Zhang Li. They'd erupted in a twisted form of catharsis. In a way, it was good for him—it let him face his studies head-on, rather than just grinding through them under her pressure.
In Ma Jun's mind, Zhang Li symbolized the school's authority, even the whole society's control over him. The ecstasy and thrill of fucking her came partly from the raw satisfaction of lust fulfilled, and partly from striking back against that control.
Most of the boys around him weren't so lucky, though. They still lived in trembling fear of their homeroom teacher's scoldings. For them, the only escape was grinding through high school to make it to university. Huang Guoxin's pursuit of Li Ting stemmed partly from boyish bravado, but also subconsciously from wanting to divert the heavy pressure of studies.
Liu Yan was different from Zhang Li. She was like the women in the porn tapes he'd watched—stunning face, voluptuous body, radiating raw sex appeal. She fueled his adolescent fantasies, embodying the most alluring side of life. His obsession with her wasn't just her gorgeous looks and carnal body; there was a pure affection mixed in, making him want to protect her. That's why he couldn't stand hearing anyone trash-talk her.
The afternoon flew by, and soon it was time to head home. Ma Jun felt their rushed midday fuck with Zhang Li hadn't been enough. He planned to go find her again—plenty of time in the evening, no interruptions, so he could really go to town with the sexy mature woman.
He pretended to do homework, waiting for everyone else to leave. But Li Ting, oddly, was the last one too. She glanced at him, stood up, and walked over, surprised. "How come you're still here?"
"Oh, I wanna finish this homework while the material's still fresh. More efficient that way." Ma Jun waved his workbook, eager to shoo her off.
"Didn't expect you to be such a hard worker. You're not like the other guys." Li Ting smiled, revealing neat white teeth and faint dimples on her cheeks—pretty cute.
Ma Jun hadn't anticipated her chatting him up. She usually kept to herself, a bit aloof. He gave her a quick once-over.
Like most girls, Li Ting had her hair in a ponytail, exposing a smooth, pale neck. Oval face, eyes neither too big nor small, pert nose, full little lips—delicate features, no flaws. A real beauty in the making.
Nearly 1.65 meters tall, she was leggy for a girl, but dainty next to the burly Ma Jun. The baggy school uniform hid her figure, but her every move screamed youthful vibrancy and girl-next-door charm.
Regular guys might fantasize about a girl like her, but not Ma Jun. Li Ting seemed perfect for dating, but for slaking his raging hormones, mature women like Zhang Li or Liu Yan hit the spot. Plus, she was Huang Guoxin's crush—he wasn't about to poach.
"Nah, just trying to get the worm, you know?" Ma Jun brushed it off casually, eyes flicking toward the office building. Was Zhang Li waiting? Thinking of her meaty body, he could barely hold back—itching for a full-on fuck session.
"You done with your homework?" Li Ting missed his impatience, blushing a bit. "Wanna walk together?"
Any other guy would've jumped at the class beauty's invite, but Ma Jun's head was full of Zhang Li's heaving tits and thick round ass. No room for Li Ting's budding teen body. Still, he couldn't be rude. "Zhang Laoshi asked me to drop by her office after school. You go ahead."
"Oh, okay then." Li Ting looked disappointed, gave him a glance, and left.
Ma Jun shook his head, waited till she was gone, grabbed his stuff, and bolted to the office building's second floor. It was dark, only a few lights on. He spotted Zhang Li's office glowing—relief washed over him. He jogged up.
Nearing her door, he decided on a surprise. He crept up quietly, then flung it open. "Li-jie, I—"
He was about to say I missed you, but froze. Two women inside: Zhang Li, and Liu Yan on the sofa, staring in surprise. His heart skipped; words died in his throat. Brain blank, he stood frozen, glancing between them. What the hell? How are they together?
Zhang Li hadn't expected his reckless entrance. She'd been debating going home or staying to work—maybe he'd sneak in. Then Liu Yan showed up with a pair of stockings too big for her, non-returnable, asking Zhang Li to try them.
They fit perfectly. Zhang Li knew it was Liu Yan's olive branch, so they chatted. Liu Yan, starved for someone to vent to, poured out her woes. Zhang Li sympathized but couldn't really help—couldn't suggest she find a student to fuck like she had.
From their talks, Zhang Li saw Liu Yan as tough inside despite her soft exterior. Stylish, revealing outfits, but conservative at heart, wary of men. Unlike Zhang Li, her marriage was intact—just long-distance. No opening up to other guys.
She'd been consoling Liu Yan not to bottle it up, join school events to distract, when Ma Jun burst in calling her "Li-jie." Good thing he stopped— their dirty secret would've blown wide open.
Liu Yan's suspicious look made Zhang Li's heart sink. She put on a stern face. "Ma Jun! What's with you? I told you to grab homework earlier—why so late?" She pointed to the stack on the desk. "Take it and go. Be prompt next time."
Reprimanded, Ma Jun dazedly grabbed the books and fled, heart pounding. Had Liu Yan sniffed out his affair with Zhang Li? He regretted not peeking first. Too late now.
Once he was gone, Zhang Li steadied herself, forcing a wry smile at Liu Yan. "Kids these days—no manners. Probably from TV. Teachers get too casual. Didn't even knock, calls me 'jie'—I'm old enough to be his mom. World upside down."
Liu Yan saw no panic in Zhang Li's face; doubts faded. She smiled. "Times change, Zhang Laoshi. Kids want equality, freedom. Our old ways are outdated. But I envy your rapport with them. Is he your class Chinese rep?"
"Ma Jun? Yeah. Clumsy today, but reliable usually. High class prestige, handles stuff well. Top in Chinese too." Zhang Li relaxed, slipping into teacher mode to praise him.
So his name's Ma Jun, Liu Yan thought, cheeks warming at the midday bump. Her early development—huge tits for her age—drew stares and thugs in school. She'd always been guarded around guys, fearing intimacy.
Even married, she wasn't into sex, always passive, hiding her needs lest her husband think her slutty. Suppressed desires.
Her husband? No romance, no foreplay—just rough pumps, then snore. Left her aching. Over time, she saw wifely duty as mere obligation, no joy.
But strutting in sexy clothes, drawing hungry male gazes? Thrilling. Eyes lingering on her proud tits felt like caresses—shameful, arousing, better than hubby sometimes.
She loved flaunting long legs and perky large breasts—even if it invited harassment. Avoided risky spots, but savored the peeping thrill. No touching, though.
Parading campus in skimpy dresses, feeling eyes burn? Like naked, toyed with. Back in office, panties soaked, pussy swollen—rushing to the bathroom to finger herself.
Yet she hated actual contact. Male teachers "accidentally" brushing her bare arms? Goosebumps, cold glare to back off.
Her contradictions baffled them: slutty dress = invitation, but frigid rebuffs. "Hypocrite," they grumbled. Female colleagues resented her "showy" style, tarnishing teacher image.
Rumors spread: dressing slutty for bosses, fucked principal for job, whored for bureau chiefs.
Liu Yan knew jealous guys and rival women started them. Couldn't prove it, just endured. Revenge? Dress hotter. Their lusty stares, impotent hands—sweet victory. Tease 'em till they ache.
Male teachers suffered: her swaying before them, cocks throbbing, endless toilet runs. Married ones vented at home; singles jerked to her tits in dorms.
But today's bump with Ma Jun? Odd—no real revulsion. Not deliberate cheap shot, and he was just a kid, not a man.
Yet for a high school freshman, Ma Jun was hung huge. Brief press: iron-hard rod like a red-hot poker against her ass, heat piercing clothes to her excited slit.
No further thoughts, though. She craved such a cock, but married teacher—doubly bound. Couldn't go wild like Zhang Li with a student.
Still, pity for Ma Jun. Puberty boys curious; early bloomer worse. Her own tit troubles in high school echoed his—uncontrollable urges, peer mockery. Could wreck a kid.
No school counselors here. "Boys will be boys"—pile on homework to tire 'em out.
Liu Yan itched to chat with him, guide healthy views on his growth. But risky—misinterpretation. Not his homeroom teacher or family; no duty to teach sex ed.
"Zhang Laoshi, homeroom tough? How do you connect with kids?" Liu Yan changed topics, sighing. "They're impossible now. Light words ignored, harsh ones backfire."
"Strict on studies—no slacking. Care in life—build trust, not resentment." Zhang Li smiled, her experience. But thinking of Ma Jun, ears burned. She'd "cared" him right into bed.
Recalling midday tryst, her body heated. She squirmed; pussy leaked into panties. Two sessions yesterday and today topped a year's hubby fucks. Hyper-sensitive now.
Without Liu Yan, she'd be flooded by Ma Jun now. Zhang Li shot her a resentful glance—you cockblock my fun. Poor Ma Jun: rushed once midday, blue-balled for evening. Disappointed for sure.
Ma Jun was disappointed—scared too. Lust-blinded post-Zhang Li, but Liu Yan snapped reality: this was insane. Exposure? Disaster.
County gossip spread like fire. School? Expulsion. Mom's reaction? Unthinkable.
Zhang Li? Worse. Fired, divorced in shame—slut shunned.
Not porn where cheaters win. Small town, no mercy for student-teacher scandal.
Cold sweat. He dumped homework in class, eyed Zhang Li's lit office anxiously. How'd she cover? Hope Liu Yan bought it.
Outside school gates, calm returned. Not doomed: "Li-jie" slip odd, but innocent. Rep duties normal. No bed pics—no proof, just suspicion.
Liu Yan didn't seem nosy. Lone wolf, aloof. Might despise silently, not snitch.
But her view of him? Shot. Lazy punk now—no chance to get close, let alone fuck her.
No touching those snowy large breasts? Ma Jun sighed. Only dreams now.
Keep banging Zhang Li? Risky long-term. But quit? Her first pussy, peak pleasure. Dreams now starred both women.
Screw it—one step at a time.
Ma Jun shook his head, strode on. At a corner, laughter—then jeers. Five-six teen punks blocking a girl, filthy talk, pinching her pale cheek. She paled, teary, trapped.
Li Ting? Still out?
Ma Jun charged. "What the fuck? Let her go!"
Punks gawked at his build, bolted guiltily.
"Li Ting, you okay?" Tearful, pale, she nodded shakily. "Thanks, Ma Jun."
"Good you're safe." Uniform intact—no real harm, just lip. "C'mon, I'll walk you."
She nodded. Two steps, yelp—twisted ankle struggling.
"Shit, no bike. Can't carry. Back you?" Not pervy—safety first. Punks might return. He hated hassle.
Blush burned her cheeks; shy nod.
He crouched; she climbed on, arms round shoulders. He gripped her legs, marched off.
Slender despite height—easy load. Zhang Li? Might break his back, extra tit-and-ass heft. But who'd complain?
His too: innocent grip on legs via uniform. Slippery fabric, no undies underneath—hands slid up, cupping her ass.
Not Zhang Li's fat cushion, but soft, tasty. Cough. "Grip tighter—you're slipping."
"Mm." Face aflame, tense. First boy-contact. Didn't fully lean—tits would squash. Arched back, clutched collar for balance.
Weight shifted to his hands—inevitable slide. Ass-touch paused her breath. For girls, ass nearly as taboo as tits.
His palms like firebrands on her cheeks. Heat flooded from crotch, body softening. God, what's wrong with me? Squirmed—worsened it, ass deeper in his grasp. Looked like she offered it.
His words stung; didn't want "easy" rep. Gripped collar hard—but weak girl, awkward pose. He pushed up; she slid. Endless ass-hand friction.
Thigh-root tingled wet. Grit teeth, hugged his neck—torso mashed to his broad back. B-cups smooshed first time. Better than ass-grab.
Still, back-heat seeped through thin shirt to nipples. Weird: uneasy thrill. His sway rubbed tits varying pressure—like invisible hands kneading, teasing nerves.
Sixteen years, untouched body marked by man. Unwittingly, he'd cracked her sealed heart—first guest in the palace.
Ma Jun just felt her heavier, breathier, wriggly—maybe needs pee? Hurried pace, soon at her door.
Government courtyard: three-story villas, leafy, posh. Ma Jun envied—her grandpa retired official. Huang Guoxin's chase? Daddy's nudge?
Sliding off, Li Ting lingered. "Thanks, Ma Jun. Come in?"
Sweaty grin. "Nah, late. Another time." He split—no deeper ties, bad for bro-code.
His retreating back: resentment. First invite to a boy—flat rejected. No spark at all?
Heart heavy, she unlocked next villa, swapped shoes, entered living room. Elegant MILF descended stairs, soft laugh. "Tingting, home safe?"
Early forties, purple silk nightie hugging full curves—sexy plump. Bare calves silky pale; braless tits jiggled, cherry nipples peeking.
Li Ting beamed, hugged. "Mom, I'm back."
The beauty was her mother, Shu Meiyu—dance troupe deputy director. Painted brows, Li Ting clone. She stroked her hair. "Who was that boy? Should've invited him in. Rude not to."
"Told him—he said no." Li Ting huffed.
Shu Meiyu's lovely face flashed surprise. Spoiled proud daughter ignored all boys—yet rejected? Curiosity piqued: What's his deal?