Li Wen's Suspicion
Zhang Li hadn't made love with Ma Jun for several days. Her pussy simply couldn't withstand his savage pounding. She felt that massive cockhead pistoning wildly inside her, and her cherry lips parted in a gasp, her breaths coming in ragged pants. Her two snow-white, plump thighs clamped tightly around Ma Jun's waist as she bucked her fat ass upward, crying out loudly, "It feels so good, Ma Jun! Teacher's about to lose it—she's dying! Teacher feels so awful... fuck me harder, Ma Jun!"
Hearing Zhang Li's lewd cries only spurred Ma Jun on. He thrust even harder into her juicy pussy, pumping nearly fifty more times. Suddenly, her walls clenched violently around him, every muscle in her body tensing. Her head snapped back, mouth gaping wide, and a hot gush of fluid erupted from her depths—she'd climaxed hard.
Ma Jun felt the warm flood of her vaginal fluids bathing his cock, igniting his excitement. He sped up, his breaths growing ragged. Reaching down, he hoisted her snow-white thighs over his shoulders, fully exposing that plump ass. He slammed into her pussy over and over, each stroke burying his cockhead deep against her cervix, making her voluptuous body quiver uncontrollably.
"Ah, Teacher Zhang, I'm cumming!" Ma Jun couldn't hold back any longer. A tingling surge hit his cockhead. He rammed his dick to the hilt in her fat pussy, and it throbbed wildly, unleashing thick ropes of semen that filled her to the brim, battering her womb relentlessly.
Zhang Li lay drenched in sweat, utterly spent and limp on the bed, her arms and legs splayed out like a starfish. Her body still twitched now and then from the afterglow, her massive snow-white tits heaving with each breath. Her face flushed crimson with satisfaction, her eyes gazing at Ma Jun with endless contentment.
Ma Jun pulled his softening cock from her pussy and stared at his busty homeroom teacher's naked curves. Thick white cum oozed slowly from her puffy labia—pure filth. Unable to resist, he whipped out his phone from his pocket and snapped a couple close-ups of her creamy thighs and crotch.
Zhang Li's eyes fluttered open at the camera shutter. Seeing Ma Jun photographing her lower half, she jolted upright in panic, lunging for the phone. But Ma Jun was ready—he raised it high, leaving her grasping at air.
"Ma Jun, cut the crap! Delete those photos right now. This isn't a game." Zhang Li's face darkened as she thrust out her hand. She knew he meant no harm, just fooling around, but in this internet age, if those pics leaked by accident, she'd be ruined.
"Relax, Teacher Zhang. Even if someone saw them, who could tell it's you?" Ma Jun grinned, admiring his shots on the screen. Her panic only made the prank more fun.
"No way. Delete them now, or forget about ever getting in my bed again." Zhang Li saw his point but couldn't get past her own fears. She wouldn't risk it.
Under her stern threat, Ma Jun grudgingly deleted the photos. He'd wanted some intimate keepsakes for the future—Zhang Li was his first woman, and their affair couldn't last forever. Someday, when they parted, he'd cherish reliving those happy memories through pics.
Seeing his glum expression, Zhang Li stroked his head with a sigh. "Ma Jun, it's not that Teacher doesn't want you taking photos. Our relationship can't see the light of day—if anyone found out, the consequences would be dire. Do you want me living in fear every day, barely sleeping?"
Ma Jun shook his head, admitting his whim was selfish. He pulled her soft, curvaceous body close, burying his face between her heavy white tits and suckling a nipple. His mind flashed to Gao Hongmei, the woman whose milk he'd once tasted, and his cock stirred back to life.
Zhang Li noticed and playfully swatted his cockhead. "You little devil, haven't you had enough? Teacher doesn't have time for more fun—I've got class this afternoon." She started to get up and dress.
"Teacher Zhang, I'll come find you after school tonight." Ma Jun abandoned hopes of a second round but hated to leave empty-handed.
"Not tonight. My son's grades have been slipping—I need to go home and help him with homework." Zhang Li wiped the cum from her pussy with tissue, slipped on her panties, and pulled her dress back on. She sighed. "If only his scores were like yours, I'd have one less worry."
Ma Jun grinned. "Teacher Zhang, how about I be your dry son? I promise I won't stress you out." He called out "Dry Mom" a few times for effect.
Zhang Li blushed furiously and shot him a glare. "In your dreams. I don't need another son—one's enough headache. Just be a good Chinese class rep."
Ma Jun clung to her a bit longer before reluctantly leaving the office. He suddenly recalled his visit to Zhang Li's home, when her son Yang Chao had been jerking off in his room, moaning Gao Hongmei's name. Was it the same PE teacher he'd met today?
Recalling his mother Song Ping's description, Ma Jun figured it was likely. Gao Hongmei taught PE at Yi Zhong, Yang Chao's school—no wonder the kid was obsessed. If she taught at San Zhong, Ma Jun would be hooked too, with those long legs and juicy ass. Lucky bastard Yang Chao... but then Ma Jun remembered he'd already fucked Zhang Li, while Yang Chao could only fantasize. Balance restored.
Know when to be content—greed gets you nowhere.
Still, remembering Saturday morning when Liu Yan had jerked him off made Ma Jun itch. Closing his eyes, he could still picture her soft, pale hand stroking his massive cock. They'd been intimate before, but she'd always been passive. This time, she'd taken the initiative. After that stormy night, her attitude had softened—no more resistance to closer contact. When would he finally claim that busty beauty for real?
Imagining Liu Yan moaning beneath him like Zhang Li now had his cock rock-hard again. He cupped his bulge and hurried toward the stairs. Just as he started down, a familiar voice called his name from behind.
Ma Jun turned to see Li Wen in the hallway, glaring at him coldly. She wore a red blouse and black skirt, her full white legs on display. But he had no eyes for her beauty now, heart pounding with guilt. "Teacher Li, what's up?"
Li Wen strode up, waving her phone. "Was it you who sent that text this morning?"
Ma Jun's heart skipped. Damn, she's sharp. But he wasn't ready to tip his hand. Feigning confusion, he said, "Teacher Li, what text? What are you talking about?"
"Don't play dumb. Did you send me that message this morning?" Li Wen locked eyes with him. The text had ruined her lunch—she'd come to school early, fuming. Ma Jun was the prime suspect. No one knew about her trysts with Feng Kun in the garden, but Ma Jun had fucked her there secretly that night. He must've seen and was now blackmailing her.
"No way," Ma Jun said innocently, meeting her gaze. "You know the school bans phones for students. My family's poor—we can't afford one. How could I send you a text?"
"Really not you?" Li Wen's expression softened a bit. It made sense—he had no reason for such a crude ploy, especially with dirt on her. But remembering he'd stood her up last time without punishment, she iced over. "Ma Jun, do something for me, and I'll forget that prank. Otherwise, it's the dean’s office for you."
"What is it, Teacher Li?" Ma Jun blinked, curious.
"Find out which boys in my class have phones and give me the list." Her voice dripped venom, eyes flashing malice. She'd long suspected some boys snapped pics during her lessons, but they denied it. The texter might be one of them. Ma Jun could sniff them out—she'd make them pay.
"Uh..." Ma Jun hesitated. It wasn't hard, but snitching on classmates was taboo. His class shunned tattletales. If word got out, he'd be ostracized by the guys.
"Don't worry—I'll keep it quiet." Li Wen smiled seductively. "Don't you like fucking me? Do this right, and Teacher will try some new tricks with you."
New tricks? Ma Jun's eyes dropped to her heaving tits. He'd enjoyed her tight pussy and mouth, but those big jugs? Untouched. He was tempted.
Li Wen pressed: "Teacher actually likes you, Ma Jun. Otherwise, after what you did, you'd be done for. Shouldn't you help me out?" Her pale arm snaked down, gripping his hard cock through his pants and stroking.
Ma Jun nearly moaned at her expert touch—way better than Liu Yan's. Perfect pressure, right spots, pure bliss. If not for her scheming against Liu Yan, he'd never mess with this sultry vixen.
Under threat and temptation, Ma Jun agreed to be her spy. Luckily, he had Huang Guoxin for intel. He could always throw her a couple names if pressed.
Li Wen sauntered off, her plump ass swaying under the skirt—no panty lines. She was really going commando for class.
Ma Jun ached to chase her, grab that butterfly ass, and ram his cock into her furry pussy, making the slut submit again. Without Liu Yan, Li Wen would be San Zhong's star teacher. But beauty bred enemies—men lusted, women schemed. Such was a stunner's fate.
Back in class, Huang Guoxin sidled up. "Well? Did Li Wen hit you up at lunch? She suspect me?"
"Relax—she suspects me before you." Ma Jun grinned mysteriously. "You know guys in her class, right? Tell them to snap pics during her afternoon lesson. Big surprise awaits."
"What surprise?" Huang looked baffled and nervous. "You didn't blab at lunch, did you? Gimme your phone."
"Just do it—no more questions." Ma Jun chuckled, keeping Li Wen's bare-pussy lesson secret. Huang was too shaky; he'd crack under pressure and rat him out.
Ma Jun had her pegged now. Li Wen wasn't as tough as he'd thought. She couldn't expose their fuck without torpedoing her own life—and explaining to her husband. No matter how slutty, she had limits. One text had her rattled.
After Huang left, Ma Jun fired off a filthy SMS:
He expected rage, but soon a reply pinged:
Ma Jun blinked. What the—has she lost it? Then an MMS arrived. He opened it: a close-up of a woman's crotch. Snowy thighs framed a bush of glossy black pubes, a plump slit parted by pale fingers to reveal glistening pink folds, her hole winking and dripping crystal nectar—obscenely hot.