Chapter 7: A Taste of Sweetness
“Cousin, I was wrong.”
Though Liu Yan had issued her marching orders, how could Ma Jun just let her kick him out like that? He knew she was just upset about catching him with Li Wen earlier. He quickly bowed his head and launched into a self-criticism.
Liu Yan watched him stone-faced, her mind a whirlwind of conflict. Ever since their relationship had crossed that line last time, she'd been desperate to keep things at arm's length. But Ma Jun was only fifteen, smack in the middle of a hormone-fueled growth spurt—naturally drawn to the opposite sex. And with his good looks, he was the kind of guy women couldn't help but notice. If she kept freezing him out, sluts like Li Wen would swoop right in.
She'd figured having Zhang Li would scratch his itch, keep his mind off sex all the time. But today's mess had rung the alarm bells loud and clear. She'd been too naive. Human nature was greedy as hell. Even if Ma Jun didn't go chasing skirts, how could he resist a mature seductress like Li Wen? Compared to her, Zhang Li couldn't hold his heart—not unless Liu Yan stepped up herself.
But that meant sacrificing even more. Handjobs weren't cutting it anymore for a boy who'd tasted pussy. Otherwise, she'd have to watch helplessly as Li Wen that slut bewitched him, dragging him into a pit of lust that'd wreck his future.
If she were just some ordinary Chinese teacher, maybe she'd sigh and let it happen. But ever since reuniting with Ma Jun's mother, she felt a deeper duty. She had to guide him straight, keep him from veering off course. If he tanked his studies, how could she face Song Ping?
“Enough with the fake remorse. Come in.”
Liu Yan sighed, opening the door and stepping inside. No matter what, she couldn't let that wicked woman Li Wen ruin Ma Jun.
Turns out Liu Yan's showerhead had crapped out again. She'd bought a new one and wanted Ma Jun to install it. He grabbed some pliers and a screwdriver from her, unscrewed the old one, fitted the new, and after half an hour of fiddling, it was done.
“Teacher Liu, all set.”
Ma Jun wiped the sweat from his brow, his eyes glazing over at the towering swell under her nightgown. Liu Yan was tall and slender-framed, giving her a lithe figure—but those proud, massive tits were a super weapon, clashing a bit with her graceful curves. Gao Hongmei was taller, but her bigger build made her seem stockier, and her breasts weren't as full. Plus, she radiated aggressive wildness, the total opposite of Liu Yan's subtle allure.
“Good. Let me test it.”
Liu Yan stepped up, turned on the shower—perfect. She nodded, satisfied. “Wash your hands. We need to talk.”
Ma Jun cleaned up and emerged from the bathroom. Liu Yan was on the sofa watching TV. She beckoned him over, patting the spot beside her. After a pause, she said, “Ma Jun, be honest. Are you still messing around with Teacher Zhang like that?”
She knew he'd slept with Zhang Li but had never pried into the details. It felt embarrassing, and she worried it'd ignite her own desires. But today, she had to know—to diagnose the problem, figure out what was really on his mind.
“Yeah.”
Ma Jun nodded, puzzled why she'd suddenly ask.
“If you've got Teacher Zhang, why provoke a woman like Li Wen?”
Liu Yan's face was dead serious. “You know she's no good. Stay away from her.”
So she was worried Li Wen would corrupt him. Ma Jun grinned. “Cousin, relax. I'm not that dumb. I just wanted to mess with her a bit—payback for her always gunning for you.”
“That's reckless nonsense!”
Liu Yan's temper flared, brows furrowing. “I told you last time: stay out of it. You're a student—focus on school. Why won't you listen? Keep it up, and I'll tell your mom.”
“No, good cousin—please don't tell Mom!”
Ma Jun panicked, grabbing her arm and pleading. “I'll do whatever you say from now on!”
Liu Yan kept a stern face. Finally, after he swore off bothering Li Wen, her expression softened. Seeing his reluctant pout, she smiled faintly. “What's wrong? Think I'm nagging? It's for your own good. Tell you what—if you keep your word, I'll give you a reward.”
Reward? What kind? Ma Jun was baffled. Liu Yan stood, pulled him into her bedroom, drew the curtains, and turned to him. “You've always wanted to see Teacher's body, right? Today, you can look all you want.”
She gritted her teeth and slipped off her nightgown, baring her snowy, voluptuous form.
Ma Jun stared, dumbfounded. It wasn't his first glimpse—or touch—of her naked body. But this? Her offering it up for his eyes? Her sexy, enchanting flesh on full display.
Under the light, her tall, full figure gleamed like polished jade. Those quivering ample breasts towered like snow-capped peaks; her flat, pale belly stretched smooth as a prairie begging to be ridden; her lush hips curved seductively; those long, round legs screamed sex.
Liu Yan felt his scorching gaze roam her body, shame flooding her. Besides her husband, no other man had seen her like this. She ached to cover up. But to make him obey, she reached back, unhooked her lace bra, and let her massive, round tits spill free—now just in black lace panties.
Those snowy orbs jiggled like inflated balloons, pink nipples erect like radiant rubies. The firm, heavy flesh hung ripe, begging to be plucked.
Her plump pussy mound peeked teasingly from the panty crotch, radiating temptation.
Ma Jun's eyes swam in that white expanse. He swallowed hard; his cock strained rock-hard, dying to pounce and ravage her for three hundred rounds.
Seeing him frozen eased Liu Yan's nerves—she'd feared he'd lose control and force himself on her. His fixation on her tits stirred shame and thrill. She stepped closer, thrusting them forward earnestly. “Ma Jun... do you want to touch Teacher's breasts?”
Did he ever. Ma Jun nodded vigorously, eyes pleading. Since freshman year, he'd been obsessed with her huge jugs—no chance to touch till now. Zhang Li's were big, but not this firm and bouncy.
“Then touch them. Teacher's letting you.”
Liu Yan closed her eyes shyly, cheeks flushing crimson. She couldn't watch—this was her limit. A woman's pride wouldn't let her go further.
Ma Jun's breath hitched. He cupped her snowy tits gently. Electricity shot through him; they were huge, soft, yet springy—indescribable bliss he'd never forget. His dick throbbed wildly in his pants, nearly erupting.
His touch jolted Liu Yan; a weird tingle spread, her skin itching deliciously. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, secretly craving more pressure.
Ma Jun cradled them like fragile china, thumbs kneading the undersides, watching the coveted orbs morph in his hands. Fuck, finally—Liu Yan's tits. Heaven.
Too big for one hand. He switched to both on one breast, watching the red nipple dance. “Cousin... can I touch your nipple?”
Liu Yan was panting now. She peeked, shot him a bashful glare. “If you want to, just do it. Don't ask.”
Her soft tone was all the green light he needed. Fingers teased the nipple, circling the sensitive areola.
Not enough. Seeing her eyes shut in pleasure, he leaned in, tongue lapping her slick, pale titflesh. Liu Yan sensed it, eyes flying open—his tongue on her breast. Her face burned hotter, tempted to stop him, but it felt so good. Dazed, she let it slide.
Ma Jun savored the tender skin and milky scent, lust surging. He latched onto a red bud and sucked hard.
“Nooo—it's too ticklish! Ma Jun, I can't take it!”
Liu Yan cried out, moaning, body writhing, tits bouncing wildly.
That only fired him up. He hugged her snowy frame, hands roaming her silky back, sliding to her perky ass for a squeeze. His rock-hard cock ground against her thigh-gap pussy through their clothes.
“Ma Jun, stop!”
Her tender slit nudged by his monster snapped her awake. She broke free, hands shielding her crotch. “We can't do that.”
“But Cousin, I'm aching so bad right now.”
Ma Jun's cock felt ready to burst; he eyed her frantically.
Liu Yan bit her lip, knelt before him, tugged down his pants and underwear. His thick, long shaft bobbed free, glistening pre-cum on the pink head.
So huge... Inches from her nose, that manly musk dizzied her; her pussy clenched rhythmically.
She inhaled deep, gripped the hot, rigid rod. Not her first time, but nerves hit like a virgin's—echoing her wedding night.
Ma Jun sighed in relief, his battleship docking in warm harbor. Liu Yan's handjob again, so soon! She'd cracked seeing him with Li Wen today—had to thank that slut.
Her pale hand stroked steadily—smoother now, from experience. Intense pleasure built fast; after a few dozen pumps, his glans tingled—he was close. “Stop—wait!”
“What's wrong? Don't you want me to finish you?”
Liu Yan blinked, confused. He'd begged for this before—now he wasn't happy?
“Cousin... could you use your mouth?”
Ma Jun grinned sheepishly. Her luscious lips sparked the idea—time for something new, or it'd get stale.
“Your head's full of filthy thoughts. Did Zhang Li teach you that?”
Her face darkened. Old-school at heart, she'd never blown her husband—let alone another man. Sure, lots of women did it, but sucking cock? Dirty. No way.
“Nah, not Teacher Zhang. Saw it online.”
He backpedaled. “Cousin, it's no big deal. You jerk me with your hand—mouth's the same.”
“Nonsense—totally different!”
Cheeks blazing, she stood, slipped her gown back on. “You've gone rotten. Go home. Next time I catch you with Li Wen, don't come back.”
Ma Jun froze, regretting pushing her. She'd been jerking him off—greedy bastard ruined it. Her stormy face silenced him. He stuffed his still-throbbing dick away and left.
Once he was gone, a shadow crossed Liu Yan's eyes. Truth was, she wasn't that against blowing him. But then what? He'd crave more—full sex. She wasn't ready; she still loved her husband, didn't want to betray him fully.
In the bathroom, she stripped, stood under the spray, water cascading over her sexy curves. One hand kneaded a tit; the other delved between her thighs, teasing thick labia. Ma Jun's teasing had soaked her—craving cock.
Ma Jun, don't hate Teacher for being cold. I'm scared.
Fingers plunged into her pussy, stirring hard. Eyes glazing, she pictured him naked, huge cock jutting, embracing her, mauling her tits, spreading her legs, slamming deep and thrusting wildly.
“Ahh...”
Her body shuddered; hot juices gushed. Ecstasy overwhelmed her. She slumped against the wall, gasping, tears of humiliation streaming. Post-orgasm guilt hit every time—slutty, climaxing to another man. She betrayed her husband. But that primal hunger? Unshakable.