Eavesdropping
Zhang Li stormed into her office and slammed the lesson plans onto her desk with a sharp thwack. Ma Jun, though he'd braced himself mentally, still flinched. He knew she was furious with him—hell, he'd been way too careless. He knew it was her class, but he'd slouched in like a total slacker. Now she was gonna chew him out good.
Sure enough, Zhang Li dropped into her chair, face like stone. "Ma Jun, what's your deal? Zoning out in class all the time? Think that midterms score makes you hot shit? Let me tell you, you're nowhere near. Don't get cocky. If you've got the guts, top the whole grade in Chinese—beat that Tang Feng from Class 55 first."
Tang Feng again.
Ma Jun's head throbbed. He didn't think much of the bookish prick, but damn if the guy wasn't a Chinese lit wizard, especially essays. No way Ma Jun was topping him anytime soon. Zhang Li had picked one hell of a rival for him. He grinned wryly. "Teacher Zhang, I'm not cocky. Tang Feng's a freak—how the hell am I supposed to beat him?"
Seeing Ma Jun's helpless look, Zhang Li snorted. "So you know humility? Thought you feared nothing and no one. Ma Jun, this world's full of smarter guys than you, harder workers too. Slack off, and they'll lap you. I've gotten hundreds—maybe eight hundred—kids into college. Not one lucked into it. Plenty of so-called geniuses couldn't even scrape a vocational school. You wanna be the tragic waste case? Watch everyone you outshone pass you by?"
Her words hit Ma Jun like a sweat-inducing slap. Maybe he'd been floating lately. Without her wake-up call, he might not have clocked his slip-ups. Gratitude flooded him. "Teacher Zhang, I get it. I fucked up. Won't happen again."
"Hope you mean it—not just lip service."
Zhang Li sighed, slumping back, brow furrowed like she felt off.
Ma Jun jumped in. "Teacher Zhang, you look beat. Lemme massage you."
He slid behind her, hands on her shoulders, fingers working their magic. His technique was pro-level now—every time she was wiped, she'd call him her personal masseuse.
Zhang Li melted under his strong hands, nearly moaning. Her black-stockinged thighs clenched and rubbed together. Her plump, pale pussy itched inside her panties, lips parting like they craved his fat cock slamming in.
But she'd just ripped him a new one—how could she beg for it now? She was his homeroom teacher; she needed some dignity, or she'd never rein in this bold little shit. Still, her curves heated up under his touch, pussy throbbing unbearably. Finally: "Ma Jun, don't just knead one spot. Go lower."
Ma Jun paused—his hands were on her smooth white shoulders; lower meant those jiggling tits. He got it—she was horny. Grinning slyly: "Where exactly, Teacher Zhang?"
She shot him a glare, cheeks flushing. "Cut the cute act. Rub or get out—sight of you pisses me off."
Her tone was weak, flirty-scolding.
"Yes, ma'am, Teacher Zhang."
He knew she needed to save face—couldn't piss her off for real. She was his main outlet; lose her, no more pussy for his dick. Hands dove into her collar, grabbing her hot, heavy tits, squeezing hard. His cock stiffened fast in his pants.
"Ah... Ma Jun... easy, not so rough."
Zhang Li went limp as her student mauled her massive, round jugs. She squirmed, thighs twisting, pussy leaking juice. Lunchtime—no interruptions.
"Heh, Teacher Zhang, you said my massages feel great. Want it even better?"
Ma Jun kneaded her silky white titflesh, feeling them morph in his grip. Her tits were huge, soft, fatty heaven—not as perky-firm as Liu Yan's monster rack, but his fave. Fingers teased her red nipples till they hardened. She was ready to fuck—and he'd be the man.
Of the women he'd banged, Zhang Li was plainest-faced, a bit chubby with love handles. On the street, total overlooked housewife. But her mature body drove him wild—that big white meat felt amazing. She was his first; irreplaceable.
Zhang Li panted, face rosy, glaring as he kept groping. "Enough already—not a damn bun, quit kneading."
"Teacher Zhang, your tits are too tempting. Lemme enjoy."
Grinning, he pinched her heavy, saggy-but-bouncy udders, shaking out hypnotic tit-waves in the pale flesh.
His praise drew a pleased smile, though she huffed: "Save it. Bet you're drooling over Teacher Liu's rack now—bigger than mine. You groped hers yet? Better feel?"
Zhang Li knew Liu Yan's insane E-cups inside out from checking for lumps. She was just a cup smaller, but Liu Yan was newlywed, no kids—firm, perky, nipples pink. Enviable. Bet Ma Jun lusted after 'em. Wonder if Liu Yan figured out her thing with him.
"No way—Teacher Liu won't even let me touch her hand, let alone more."
Her jealousy thrilled him. Squeezing harder: "She won't even see me anymore."
"How come? Weren't you two good?"
Zhang Li tilted her head, puzzled. "She's chilly, but she likes you. You screw her over or something?"
Thought flickered in her eyes.
"Teacher Zhang, quit guessing. What could a student like me do? She's just too sensitive."
Ma Jun dodged guiltily. Yeah, he'd gotten cozy with Li Wen—but that slut tricked him. He couldn't handle her schemes.
"Fine, no need to explain. I'm not Liu Yan."
She saw through his bullshit but dropped it, chuckling softly. "Don't rush her. She's not like me—newly married, tons of hang-ups. Give her time. Haste makes waste, got it?"
They chatted, oblivious to the eavesdropper outside. Liu Yan had been down lately, seeking Zhang Li for girl talk. At the door, she heard voices—Ma Jun's. Figuring a hookup, she turned to slip away... but they mentioned her. She froze, listening.
Zhang Li nailed her dilemma. If her husband weren't always away, Liu Yan'd never stray, no matter the fights. Alone, she craved strong arms. Ma Jun was great, but just a freshman—she couldn't fully surrender yet.
Unlike Zhang Li, who just needed safe dick. Liu Yan wanted body and heart. Crossing that line betrayed her soul. Couldn't be casual like Zhang Li. Hard to tell Ma Jun outright without seeming cold. Hearing it from Zhang Li hurt—made her wanna burst in, hug her friend, sob.
Ma Jun wasn't dumb—just lovesick. Zhang Li's nudge cleared it: relationships brewed slow, not forced. He and Zhang Li clicked mutual. Liu Yan needed time. He knew it, but lust clouded reason with her.
Her hot-and-cold vibes? She was torn too. He'd chased her pussy, ignoring her burdens. Rejection bred gripes about her "sensitivity." But giving herself to a kid wasn't easy. Luck got him Zhang Li, Cao Meng, Li Wen—not skill.
"Teacher Zhang, got it. No more sulking with Teacher Liu."
Still fondling her tits, he kissed her cheek, grinning. "In school, I'll obey you and her. That cool?"
"Flatterer."
Zhang Li stood, fixing her clothes. "Just study, no trouble—I'll thank god. Head home; it's late. Got homework to grade."
"Teacher Zhang, still early. Full-body massage?"
Ma Jun panicked—groping had him raging hard. No way he'd leave without fucking the fire out. He wheedled for bed.
Zhang Li sighed—knew he'd whine till he nutted. "Fine, but quick."
She locked the door, drew curtains, peeled off her T-shirt. Black bra barely contained her jiggling jugs, white tit-waves gleaming against dark lace. Her big rack used to hide in full cups; now half-cups, sexy, half-exposed—even purple-red nipples peeked.
Ma Jun eyed her red areolas, cleavage abyss, tits deformed by squeeze. Cock twitched. Her clueless hubby ignored this feast—his gain. Liu Yan, Cao Meng, Li Wen ditched husbands too. Marriage killed passion; even beauties got stale.
No time to zone. He lunged, hugging her curves, burying his face in tit valley, tongue lapping milky flesh.
Zhang Li giggled, squirming, tits itching. "Quit it, puppy. Big boy still nursing? Don't soil my bra."
She unhooked it, tossing it. Heavy white udders bounced free, nodding at him.
Ma Jun stared, swallowing. "Lili-jie, your tits are killer. Wish you lactated—feed me."
Mind flashed to Gao Hongmei, the PE teacher who'd nursed him. More of that milk...
Zhang Li rolled her eyes. "Want milk? Hit up Teacher Li—she's nursing. Plenty there. If she'll share."
She shimmied off jeans, revealing thick white thighs, panty-clad bush peeking, fat ass swaying meatily—biteable.
Ma Jun snapped, hauling her to bed. One hand mauled a tit; the other trailed her belly to thigh roots, shoving panties aside. Fingers grazed her hairy mound, tracing the juicy slit oozing honey.
He teased fat labia. "Others' milk? Nah. I want Teacher's little abalone."
Head between thighs, tongue flicked her pussy. Age and kid hadn't ruined her—still tender. She shuddered in ecstasy.
Outside, Liu Yan seethed. Shameless Zhang Li—banging her student, badmouthing Li Wen? As they geared for full fuck, her face burned, body softened, pussy itching wet. She fled downstairs before bursting in for her own tongue-lashing.