Peeping
“Little pervert, does teacher make you feel good? Isn't it way more fun than fooling around with that sexually frigid cousin of yours?”
Seeing Ma Jun burning with desire, Li Wen laughed triumphantly. No matter how much Liu Yan disapproved of her, all it took was a crook of her finger, and this cousin of hers would obediently become her plaything under her skirt.
“Teacher Li, this feels so fucking good. I'm gonna fuck you to death, you slut—see if you dare flirt with other men again.”
Thinking of how Li Wen had been Feng Kun's plaything for so long, Ma Jun suddenly felt a surge of irritation. His massive cock thrust harder, slamming her pair of pale, tender tits until they deformed with each impact.
In truth, he'd stolen her from Feng Kun, but now he saw her as his trophy, and he wouldn't tolerate anyone else touching what was his. All men were the same in that regard.
Li Wen knew exactly what Ma Jun was thinking, but she reveled in it—it was proof of her allure. A guy with a dick like his utterly obsessed with her? She loved it. Pretending to be fragile, she furrowed her brows and moaned, “Ma Jun, no need to thrust so hard—you're hurting me. Why haven't you cum yet? I can't take much more.”
Under her coquettish whimpering, Ma Jun couldn't hold back. His cock pistoned furiously through her cleavage a dozen more times before he grunted, lost control, and unleashed thick ropes of semen.
Li Wen's full, snowy tits were splattered everywhere with the sticky essence of youth, trickling down her slick skin. Even her pretty face got a generous coating.
“Ma Jun, you're something else. You shot your load last night, and now you're pumping out this much again.”
Li Wen marveled at how fast young guys recovered. If it were her husband, one round at night and he'd have no interest for days. She flashed Ma Jun a seductive smile, wiped a finger across her cheek, slipped the cum-coated digit into her mouth, and swallowed with an audible gulp.
Still catching his breath, Ma Jun nearly got hard again from her sultry display. This woman was a total siren. Good thing he wasn't her husband, or she'd fuck him into the mattress eventually.
Li Wen grabbed some tissues, wiped the cum off her big tits, fixed her clothes, checked for any traces, then grinned at Ma Jun. “I'm heading out, little pervert.”
She sauntered out of the stall.
Ma Jun hastily pulled up his pants. Hearing no one outside, he slipped away fast. Getting caught hiding in the girls' bathroom would be a disaster.
Stepping into the hallway, he found it deserted. It wasn't even 1 p.m. yet—boarders were napping in dorms, most teachers had gone home to rest, and only a few were dozing in their offices.
Zhang Li, as homeroom teacher, had heavy duties and often rested there at lunch. Lately, though, she mostly skipped home to make it easier to fuck Ma Jun.
As he headed downstairs, Ma Jun remembered Zhang Li eating lunch in the cafeteria—maybe she was in her office now, possibly with Liu Yan. He crept to her door and pressed his ear against it.
Inside, he heard hushed whispers. Curiosity piqued, he peeked through the crack—and his blood boiled at the sight. His eyes went wide.
Ten minutes earlier, inside Zhang Li's office.
“Have you slept with Ma Jun yet?”
The moment Liu Yan walked in, Zhang Li cut straight to it, catching the distracted woman off guard. She let out an “Ah?” unsure how to respond.
“What 'ah'?”
Zhang Li grinned. “Yes or no—it's not rocket science. How far have you two gone?”
Liu Yan's face flushed crimson. She shook her head, murmuring like a mosquito, “Not yet.”
She could play icy with Li Wen, but with Zhang Li, she couldn't hide her vulnerability.
“You... why torture yourself like this?”
Zhang Li sighed helplessly. “What's your deal? If you don't want to go there, cut him off clean—don't string the poor boy along. Or just go for it, do what you want. Watching you agonize wears me out. You're no innocent girl anymore—why overthink everything?”
“Sister Zhang, I don't know what to do.”
Liu Yan looked lost. “Sometimes I want to keep it simple, stop overthinking. But then I remember I have a husband, and Ma Jun's just a student. Wouldn't I be shameless?”
“What's shameless about it? If anyone's shameless, it's me.”
Zhang Li knew the feeling well—those first days with Ma Jun, she'd been wracked with guilt, terrified of discovery.
But every time his huge cock fucked her to ecstasy, she'd forget it all and revel in the bliss. Over time, she'd let go. She was in her forties—why live for others? Her happiness mattered most.
“It's nothing. I get it—this society's unfair to us women. Men marry and still whore around, and wives can't do shit about it. Some even cover for them. But if a woman cheats? Slut, whore.”
Zhang Li fumed. “I used to be like you—loyal to hubby, parents, all that. No this, no that. Blink, and I'm over forty. Now I get it: be true to yourself. I actually admire Li Wen—she lives free. Family at home, lover at school. You're too honest, that's your problem.”
Liu Yan sighed softly. “Sister Zhang, I know all that, but I want to make my marriage work. My husband's good to me—I can't betray him. As for Ma Jun, you'll need to talk him down. He's getting too close to Li Wen lately. I'm worried she'll corrupt him.”
Zhang Li frowned—it made sense. No wonder Li Wen was at the cafeteria today. But she shrugged helplessly. “What can I do? I'm an old hag—can't compete with Li Wen's looks or body. Ma Jun's just novelty with me; might fade soon. You're better suited to rein him in. If I were him, I'd pick you.”
Liu Yan frowned. “Sister Zhang, I can't even face him right now. You know how he feels—I don't want to give him ideas.”
“Avoiding him works?”
Zhang Li shook her head. “The more you dodge, the more he'll push. Boys that age are curious and rebellious—you forbid it, he craves it more. Better to be open sometimes. Don't block; redirect.”
Liu Yan pondered. She'd been evasive with Ma Jun, but her cold shoulder never deterred him.
She couldn't bring herself to crush him like she had Feng Kun, leaving her conflicted. Zhang Li's words sparked an idea—maybe a new approach.
“Thanks, Sister Zhang. I know what to do now.”
Liu Yan smiled gratefully. Sometimes the outsider saw clearer; she'd been too emotional to think straight, but Zhang Li had perspective.
“No need to thank me. If I'm your sister, I'll look out for you. But ultimately, it's your call.”
Zhang Li smiled faintly, then remembered something. “Oh, right—you mentioned a lump in your breast last time. Did you see a doctor? County hospital's breast clinic has an old TCM expert who's great at it. Go check.”
“I asked around. They do hands-on exams, and it's all male docs, so I skipped.”
Liu Yan blushed. Newly married, no kids yet—she hated exposing herself to strange men.
Since she was already here, she said, “Sister Zhang, could you check again? I can't shake the worry.”
“You're too face-conscious for your own good. Male docs? It's modern times—drop the superstition.”
Zhang Li stood, drew the curtains, and chuckled. “You'll get it after kids. Docs see hundreds a day—no funny business.”
Liu Yan wore a pink T-shirt. With curtains closed, she reached under, hiked it up, baring her snowy, full upper body. Her massive tits, cradled in a purple lace bra, jiggled enticingly.
Given her size, she favored demi-cups. This purple number was sexy and clever—supporting the roots and half the globes.
Her pert nipples peeked teasingly, red areolas fully exposed. The creamy flesh bulged against the tight lace, cleavage plunging deep between the twin orbs—no man could look away.
“That bra's gorgeous. Where'd you get it?”
Zhang Li's eyes lit up, caressing it fondly. “Never seen this style shopping.”
“Hubby sent it from the south. Never worn it.”
Liu Yan flushed. “Sister Zhang, if you want one, I'll have him get you some.”
“No wonder—south's advanced; even lingerie’s exquisite.”
Zhang Li envied it but shook her head. “Nah, too old for that. And mine aren't as big—wouldn't suit.”
“No way, Sister Zhang—your cups look my size.”
Liu Yan eyed Zhang Li's proud chest, no slouch. “What's yours now?”
“36E. You? 36F at least.”
Zhang Li was curious about Liu Yan's exact size—past checks hadn't pinned it.
“36F exactly.”
Liu Yan felt shy yet proud—no woman she knew topped her.
“Damn, that's huge. And so firm.”
Zhang Li squeezed through the bra, grinning. “Post-kids, add a cup at least. These won't fit then.”
“No way.”
Liu Yan looked troubled. Her current size was hard enough to shop for; bigger? Good luck.