Chapter 3: The Long-Legged Woman
Ma Jun froze on the spot. He'd never laid eyes on this long-legged woman before, much less her son. How the hell could he have stolen someone's bike? He hurriedly explained, "Auntie, you must have the wrong guy. Yeah, my name's Ma Jun, but I didn't steal your son's bicycle."
"Save your excuses."
The long-legged woman sneered coldly, her tone dripping with disdain. "Wu Bin—that's my son's name. He's a student at San Zhong. He told me that last month, when he was heading home from school, you borrowed his bike and never gave it back. If that's not stealing, what is? Should we go find your homeroom teacher and sort this out? See what kind of low-class students San Zhong is churning out these days? What the hell is Li Jianjun doing as principal?"
Ah, that's when it hit Ma Jun—he remembered now. He had borrowed a bike from a junior high kid named Wu Bin, and the boy had asked for it back later. But Ma Jun had forgotten amid everything else going on. He hadn't expected the kid's mom to track him down today. His head throbbed with a sudden headache. Pulling a bitter face, he said, "Auntie, okay, I did borrow it, but I just forgot to return it. No need to drag our teacher into this. I'll head home right now and grab it for you. Just wait here a sec, alright?"
"Wait here for you?"
The woman snorted. "What if you bail and don't come back? Am I supposed to stand around all day? Come on, I'll go with you."
With that, she turned and strode ahead.
Ma Jun had no choice but to trail behind her ass, thinking to himself that if his mom found out, she'd chew him out alive. As he pondered how to dodge her questions later, his eyes locked onto the woman's plump thighs and ass.
This woman was strikingly beautiful, her looks almost rivaling Liu Yan's, though her features weren't quite as sharp and exquisite. Her figure matched Liu Yan's pound for pound, and she was tall—nearly eye-level with Ma Jun. Those two full, firm ass cheeks jutted out high; he didn't even need to bend down to glimpse the plump mound of her pussy.
Ma Jun's lust flared hot as he stared, his cock twitching to life in his pants. This beauty wasn't as slutty as Li Wen, but she sparked an even stronger urge to just pin her down and rape her. That insanely tall, killer body was unmatched in all of Gu County. Fucking a smoking-hot woman like this would be something to brag about forever.
But from the attitude she was giving off, she clearly wasn't the type to mess with. Ma Jun didn't want trouble, so he kept his mouth shut, eyes glued to her swaying, round ass cheeks as filthy fantasies ran wild in his head. Meanwhile, his dick in his pants kept stiffening, softening, then stiffening again.
They soon reached Ma Jun's front door. He glanced at the spot where he'd left the bike—and it was empty. Shit, he cursed inwardly. He'd realized last time that the bike was gone, even planned to borrow cash from Huang Guoxin to replace it, but then totally spaced on it.
"Where's the bike?"
The long-legged woman frowned, hands on her hips, not mincing words. "Don't try any tricks, kid. If you don't hand over that bicycle today, you're taking me straight to your homeroom teacher this afternoon."
"Gao Hongmei?"
Just then, Song Ping stepped out from the gate, eyeing the woman beside Ma Jun with some hesitation. "What are you doing here?"
Gao Hongmei blinked in surprise, then glanced at Song Ping. Her expression softened, and she broke into a smile. "It's you, Song Ping! You live here? Man, it's been almost ten years, hasn't it? You've slimmed down a ton since back then. Hey, how's your husband? Still working at the government office?"
Song Ping's face dimmed with sorrow. "He died in a car accident. It's just me and my son now."
She pulled Ma Jun forward. "This is my boy, Ma Jun. Say hi to Auntie Gao."
Ma Jun was dumbfounded. He hadn't expected this long-legged bombshell to know his mom. Stammering, he managed, "Hi, Auntie Gao."
But deep down, the name Gao Hongmei rang a bell, like he'd heard it somewhere before.
"This is your son?"
Gao Hongmei looked shocked too, sizing up Ma Jun's tall, sturdy frame with envy. "Song Ping, your kid's got some height on him! Mine takes after his dad—eats like a horse and still doesn't grow. Drives me nuts."
Song Ping waved it off politely, but inside, she beamed with pride—her greatest source of it.
It had been years since Gao Hongmei last saw Song Ping, so they got to chatting. Ma Jun stood awkwardly by, eavesdropping. From what he gathered, their families had been neighbors once; then Song Ping moved away, and they'd lost touch.
Ma Jun had been sweating bullets, worried Gao Hongmei would spill about the bike to his mom. But after a bit, she said to Song Ping, "Alright, head inside and fix the kid some lunch. We'll catch up later. See ya."
With that, she turned and strode off on those long legs—Ma Jun's first encounter with a woman nearly his height. He wondered if he'd ever see her again.
Back inside, Ma Jun jerked off for ages, but the urge to cum never hit. His cock stayed rock-hard, maybe protesting that he wasn't letting it plunge into real pussy. Ever since he'd started fucking Zhang Li, he rarely beat off alone anymore.
Finally, Ma Jun gave up, got dressed, and bolted to school. He headed to the office building on the second floor, outside Zhang Li's office. The door was ajar, and his heart leaped—Zhang Li hadn't gone home for lunch. He pushed it open quietly and grinned. "Teacher Zhang, not napping?"
"Ma Jun? What brings you here?"
Zhang Li glanced up in surprise, setting down her pen. "Didn't you head home for lunch? What's up in the middle of the day?"
"Couldn't sleep, so I figured I'd swing by and see if you were around."
Ma Jun grinned shamelessly, eyes dropping to the massive tits straining against Zhang Li's blouse. His cock hardened instantly. Zhang Li caught it and chuckled, eyeing the bulge in his pants with mock exasperation. "Yeah, right—you're just here to get frisky again, aren't you? Hit a wall with Liu Yan and now you come crawling back? Forget it. Go chase your Liu Teacher instead."
Ma Jun's heart sank. Zhang Li was clearly jealous about him hanging around Liu Yan lately. He hurried behind her, kneading her shoulders with a cheeky smile. "Teacher Zhang, you're the only one in my heart. Liu Teacher and me? Just friends. Nothing's happened. I swear on my life."
Though the memory of Liu Yan jerking him off made him feel a twinge of guilt.
Zhang Li wasn't truly mad—just teasing him to keep his attention. She closed her eyes, savoring the massage, and smiled faintly. "I don't care what you two get up to. But don't forget your real goal. You did great on that exam—don't get cocky. Stay humble, push harder for finals. Got it?"
Ma Jun nodded eagerly, but his hands slid from her shoulders to her full chest. He slipped them down her dress neckline, shoved aside her bra, and grabbed those bouncy, snow-white tits, squeezing hard. He was still obsessed with Zhang Li's body—no boredom yet. Every time he groped those huge jugs, he craved pounding this mature, voluptuous woman senseless.
"You're hopeless, you know that?"
Zhang Li went weak from his teasing, panting softly as she shot him a playful glare. She stood from the chair. "Not here—bed."
She drew the curtains and locked the door, clearly gearing up for some fun.
Ma Jun stripped naked in a flash and hopped on the bed, his thick, long cock jutting up stiffly, bobbing with need, dying to bury itself in Zhang Li's juicy cunt.
Zhang Li approached the bed, eyes drawn to that monster dick, a flicker of hunger stirring despite herself. But she played it cool, slowly peeling off her dress, then her bra and panties. Her pale, curvy mature body gleamed in the light, radiating that irresistible MILF scent. Those massive, heavy tits and dark purple nipples left Ma Jun parched, his cock throbbing sky-high.
Seeing her fully naked snapped Ma Jun's restraint. He scooped her up, laid her on the bed, and pounced, gnawing at her full, round breasts. One hand roamed to her thigh roots, fumbling through the thick bush until he found her slit, fingering it gently.
"Ah... ah... ah... easy..."
Zhang Li moaned uncontrollably. Her most sensitive spots—tits and pussy lips—were under assault, sending tingles racing through her. Her dark nipples stiffened with arousal, her slit weeping slick nectar. Her thick white thighs writhed, begging for cock.
Feeling her heat up, Ma Jun nudged his throbbing dick against her sopping entrance. Zhang Li spread her legs wide, grabbed his shaft, and guided him in—
Even now, burying himself in Zhang Li's tight, scorching pussy thrilled him to the core. No matter how many women he had, she'd always be special—his first, the one who introduced him to the bliss of sex.
"Teacher Zhang, I need you."
Ma Jun mauled her huge tits, sucking hard on a purple nipple while thrusting deep, ramming his cock to the hilt in her depths.