Chapter 16: A New Way to Cum
Liu Yan strolled out of the bathroom, towel in hand, drying her damp hair. Her cheeks were flushed pink, making her look irresistibly alluring. Her skin glowed with a healthy rosy sheen, the towel wrapped around her chest revealing a deep valley of snowy cleavage. The pink bra barely covered half her massive tits, with even a hint of areola peeking out. The towel's hem was short, stopping midway up her thighs, and as she moved, it offered teasing glimpses of her tempting pussy.
"Teacher Liu, all done with your shower?"
Ma Jun instinctively rose from the sofa, his eyes glued to Liu Yan's pale, plump body. He licked his dry lips.
"Yeah, a shower feels so much better."
Liu Yan saw Ma Jun staring blankly and couldn't help but giggle. "What are you looking at? Is there something on my face?"
"Teacher Liu, you're just so goddamn beautiful."
Ma Jun couldn't hold back. "Can I hug you?"
If it had been Zhang Li, he'd have grabbed her without asking—hell, he'd grope her tits or finger her pussy, earning maybe just a playful eye-roll. But with Liu Yan, he always held back, feeling awkward and restrained. For one, she seemed delicate but had a fiery temper; push too hard, and it could backfire. For another, he had special feelings for her—didn't want to come off like a brute. Of course, with a little slut like Li Wen, he'd have no such hang-ups.
"Here we go again. Didn't I tell you to focus on your studies?"
Liu Yan frowned, ready to refuse, but Ma Jun's pitiful look softened her. Since they'd met, he'd rarely gone against her wishes. That night Feng Kun drugged her, Ma Jun could've fucked her senseless but chose to jerk off instead rather than take advantage. That meant she held a special place in his heart.
Besides, being too harsh wouldn't do. That bitch Li Wen was lurking, eyes on Ma Jun. Constant rejections would just push him her way—right into her trap. Li Wen didn't give a damn about his studies; if it came to that, pulling him back would be too late.
With that in mind, Liu Yan relented, sighing helplessly. "Fine, you can have your hug. But no other moves, got it?"
"Got it, Teacher Liu."
Ma Jun perked up at her okay, stepping close and wrapping his arms around her soft, curvaceous body. Feeling the scorching heat of her sexy flesh, his lust ignited. He buried his face in her wet hair, inhaling deeply that intoxicating scent.
"Ma Jun, what're you doing? That tickles!"
Liu Yan felt his head nuzzling her shoulder, her silky skin itching from the contact. She frowned, though her body didn't resist the teen's closeness—in fact, she craved it a bit. But her heart raced with anxiety, especially after her husband's call. She was a married woman; small indulgences were one thing, but she couldn't cross the final line.
"Teacher Liu, your hair smells so good."
Ma Jun breathed in deep, her shampoo mingling with that mature woman's aroma driving him wild. Her huge, round tits pressed tight against him, his cock hardening instantly. It poked through the towel against her belly, rubbing as his hands wandered lightly over her ass.
Liu Yan sensed his change, her face flushing deeper, body quivering. Her hands pressed instinctively against his chest for distance, but his hot rod sapped her strength. Her pussy even tingled with excitement, yearning for that massive shaft.
Ma Jun's my cousin—not exactly a stranger. And he's just a student. One time wouldn't count as betraying my husband, right? No, I can't think like that.
Under his caresses, a reckless thought flashed through Liu Yan's mind, but she snapped back, knowing how dangerous it was.
Unaware of her inner turmoil, Ma Jun groped her fiery body passionately. His erection strained in his pants; he unzipped, freeing his cock to thrust wildly at her crotch. One slip, and the head brushed her labia through her panties—any closer, and it might've plunged right in.
Even so, Ma Jun was thrilled, like he'd already buried himself in her pussy. He rocked his hips, sliding his dick between her plush thighs as if fucking her for real.
Liu Yan jolted when his glans nudged her slit, about to warn him, but saw he was just poking externally. She relaxed, watching him grip her ass and hump away. Her own arousal stirred; after a hesitation, she parted her thighs slightly, letting him go deeper. This was her absolute limit.
"Teacher Liu, I love you so much."
Ma Jun thrust hard, his cock pistoning rapidly in the slick, warm gap of her thighs. Not as tight as a real pussy, but heavenly—especially since it was her first time allowing this. Way better than her handjobs; it felt damn near like actual sex, ramping up his pleasure intensely.
"Ah... Ma Jun... Teacher likes you too."
Liu Yan was lost in the haze, his sincere confession melting her heart. His pounding cock revived memories of intimacy with her husband; her pussy wept juices, moans escaping her lips. Eyes shut, she surrendered completely. If he'd asked to fuck her then, she'd have half-heartedly agreed.
But Ma Jun, savoring his surprise win, didn't push further—remembering last time's near-miss. Piss her off, and he'd be jerking off at home again. He clutched her ass tight, slamming his cock between her thighs until climax hit. His glans throbbed, spurting hot ropes of cum across her full, snowy thighs—some even splattering her panties.
Liu Yan opened her eyes, a flicker of disappointment crossing her face. She bit her lip, pushing him away a bit irritably. "Happy now? Quick, clean it up—you got it all over my thighs."
She twisted back into the bathroom to wipe the mess.
Ma Jun grabbed tissue, cleaning his cock and zipping up. Recalling the insane thrill, he grinned. Just her thighs were this hot; imagine pounding her tender pussy one day. His dick twitched at the thought—he shut it down fast.
Liu Yan emerged soon after, glancing shyly at him. "Help me assemble the computer. I'll change in the bedroom."
"Sure thing, Teacher Liu."
Ma Jun chuckled, ripping open the box. The store had pre-assembled the tower; he just needed to plug in power and cables. Simple work. By the time Liu Yan returned in fresh clothes, it was done.
He powered it on; the monitor lit up with a blue-sky wallpaper and basic icons—no software yet.
"Teacher Liu, got an Ethernet cable?"
He turned to her. Needed it for downloads; otherwise, USB only.
Liu Yan shook her head. "Not set up yet. I'll call the broadband folks later. Oh, Ma Jun—for video chats, do I need a webcam?"
"Yep. Without one, you see them, but they can't see you. They're cheap, though."
Ma Jun chatted easily—he knew computers from Huang Guoxin's setup. But curiosity hit: who was she videoing? Online buddy? Husband? Jealousy soured his mood. In his mind, she was his alone—no one else, not even her hubby. But he couldn't voice it.
Liu Yan misread his expression as fatigue. "Tired? Lie on the sofa a bit. I'll make lunch—you've got class this afternoon."
Ma Jun crashed on the sofa, dozing off quick. Liu Yan woke him later; lunch was ready. They ate, and it was nearly time for school—he headed straight there.
At the classroom door, Li Wen called him. He stopped. "Teacher Li, what's up?"
She approached. "Tonight, I'll lure Feng Kun out. Go to his place, delete every photo from his computer. Make sure it's thorough—crystal clear?"
"Teacher Li, how do I get in?"
Key issue—he wasn't a burglar.
"Already handled."
Li Wen smirked, pulling a key from her pocket. "Duplicate of his front door."
Ma Jun took it, impressed by her foresight. Smart bitch—watch my back, or she'll sell me out.
"Teacher Li, our deal still on?"
He pocketed it, confirming the big one.
Li Wen paused, then smiled seductively. "Teacher keeps her word. I'll book a hotel room tonight. Finish up, come straight over—your reward's waiting."
"But I can't solo this. Got a helper."
Ma Jun steeled himself. "Can I bring him?"
"Who?"
Her face tightened suspiciously. "Who else knows?"
"Huang Guoxin."
Ma Jun grinned. "He's been crushing on you forever."
"Him? Phew."
Li Wen relaxed, pondering. "Fine, for you. But no blabbing to other kids—no bragging. Got it?"
"Crystal. Lips sealed."
Ma Jun beamed inwardly—trouble solved. Huang Guoxin would lose his mind knowing he could fuck Li Wen's slutty pussy tonight.
Telling Huang Guoxin later, the guy went nuts with joy. He'd lusted after the flirty teacher forever—never dreamed he'd score.
After school, they rushed to Feng Kun's complex, let themselves in with the key, and fired up the PC. The drives held only movies—no dirt.
"Now what? Photos elsewhere?"
Huang Guoxin frowned.
"Nah."
Ma Jun checked folder options, unhid files. Bingo—E drive had a hidden folder with a dozen subfolders, each named for a woman. Inside: Feng Kun's illicit pics and vids of hookups, even selfies. Both boys flushed, cocks stirring.
"Feng Kun's a beast—bagged all these chicks."
Huang Guoxin whistled. "Beats even Principal Li Jianjun."
Ma Jun found Li Wen's folder: nearly a thousand shots, half pussy close-ups, others his dick buried in her. She'd been too fucked-out to notice the snaps.
"What a slutty whore Li Wen is."
Huang Guoxin lit up. "Gonna wreck that tight pussy tonight."