Storming Liu Yan's Honeyed Depths
Ma Jun's pulse thrummed with equal parts excitement and nerves as he savored the astonishing elasticity of Liu Yan's sexy, plump ass. His cock twitched harder in arousal, like a red-hot drill bit relentlessly boring into her ass crack.
But Liu Yan didn't struggle violently. Her eyes fixed ahead, she whispered to Ma Jun, "Cut it out—there are people in the gazebo."
She'd only stopped because she'd suddenly spotted someone in the gazebo. Ma Jun blinked, craning his neck to peer inside. Sure enough, two figures sat there. He started to back away quietly, but footsteps echoed from the small garden's entrance—someone passing by. He froze, terrified of being caught.
With his arms wrapped around Liu Yan's voluptuous body, his cock pressed firmly against her full, round ass, Ma Jun inhaled the intoxicating mature scent wafting from her skin. His mind swirled in a haze of lust as he gazed at her creamy, flawless neck. Unable to resist, he leaned in and planted a soft kiss.
"Ah..."
A ticklish itch prickled the nape of her neck. Liu Yan whipped her head around, shooting him a glare, and hissed softly, "Do that again, and I'm ignoring you."
Her words carried no real threat. Ma Jun drank in her girlish pout, her lips plump and rosy like ripe cherries. Screw it—he ducked his head and captured those sweet, soft lips, sucking greedily on her fragrant mouth.
Liu Yan's soft, curvaceous body went rigid. She hadn't expected him to cop a feel in a spot like this. Her eyes flew wide; she'd meant to scold him, but his mouth sealed hers tight. She didn't dare open up, lest he plunge his tongue straight down her throat.
Ma Jun kissed her passionately, oblivious to the risk of discovery. In that moment, the little garden felt like their private world, just the two of them. Nothing else mattered—he only wanted to savor this stunning beauty.
He probed for entry again and again, but she kept her lips clamped shut. Foiled, he kissed her silky cheeks, her ears, her neck instead. His hands, gripping her slender waist, slid upward over her flat belly until they reached those massive, perfectly round tits, where they finally paused.
His large hands naturally cupped the huge, soft mounds and began kneading. But the peaks were so enormous—even with hands bigger than most guys', Ma Jun couldn't fully grasp them. He could only jiggle the lofty crests.
Her most proud, sensitive assets toyed with by a man's rough palms—Liu Yan burned with shame. She wanted to wrench free, but feared alerting the gazebo pair. She endured in silence, her body shifting from stiff resistance to feverish softness.
Sensing her surrender, Ma Jun relaxed. He'd half-expected a desperate fight. Now his hands greedily squeezed those colossal white tits. Even through her bra and blouse, he felt their silky tenderness. Liu Yan's got the perfect body, he thought. Tall and slender, not bony—curvy waist and hips, yet blessed with comically oversized jugs, like all her fat had funneled straight to her chest. No wonder women envied her to death.
From behind, Ma Jun watched his hands send ripples through her massive breasts. It thrilled him. The first time he'd spotted her at school, those huge, round haoliu had hooked him. Every time she strutted past, tits bouncing, his dick would stiffen right up. He'd fantasized about groping those nosebleed-inducing melons someday.
But he'd known it was a pipe dream. She was married, aloof, barely glancing at male teachers—let alone some average high school kid. Yet here he was, hands full of her tempting tits. Each time, he marveled: God really hooked me up.
As he worked her breasts, Liu Yan's gaze softened. Her body went limp against his broad, muscled chest. Her lips parted slightly; everywhere he touched burned hot, a restless desire stirring deep inside.
If not for the garden... if not for the gazebo strangers... she'd have cast aside all restraint, spun into his arms, and kissed him fiercely. Wife? Teacher? Forgotten. She was just a woman craving a man's touch.
His hands lovingly mauled her tenderest spots—Liu Yan felt love-hate for her ravager. Love for the long-lost joy and ease he brought; she'd never felt this alive since her husband left Gu County. Hate for dragging her into moral quicksand, toward depravity's abyss. But do I really hate him?
Her beautiful eyes fluttered open, brimming with sultry springtime allure—the kind of mature seduction few men ever witnessed. Too fucking good, Ma Jun exulted inwardly. Kneading her giant tits, his cock strained to burst his pants. The nearby presence made it way hotter than groping her at home. If his classmates saw this, they'd murder him in jealousy.
In San Zhong boys' eyes, the sexiest teachers were Li Wen and Liu Yan. Liu Yan stayed low-key and stern, so Li Wen edged her in popularity. In a campus beauty contest, Liu Yan might not win. Tastes varied—some dug Li Wen's slutty vibe, others Liu Yan's icy pride. Ma Jun? No choice needed. He'd snagged both bombshells.
After a good tit-rub, seeing her fully pliant, Ma Jun grew bold. One hand drifted to her belly, caressing gently before slipping under her jeans' waistband. Soon, fuzzy pubic hair tickled his fingers. Lower lay the pussy he'd craved endlessly—Liu Yan's sweet little hole.
He glanced at her face: eyes half-lidded, lip bitten, lost in pleasure. He hesitated, then pushed on. His fingers found slick, tender flesh. Jackpot—finally touching Liu Yan's slutty pussy.
Liu Yan jolted like she'd been shocked, eyes snapping open. His hand was down there, fingers at her slit. Shame and fury surged—this greedy bastard. She'd tolerated the tits; now he crossed the line. "Enough!" she hissed sharply. "Get it out."
Her tone brooked no argument. Ma Jun meekly withdrew, releasing her. Liu Yan straightened her rumpled blouse, shot him a fierce glare, then hurried out as the footsteps faded. Not truly angry—just her pussy was leaking now, needing attention.
Watching her stunning silhouette vanish, Ma Jun sighed wistfully. She still wasn't ready for that final leap. He sniffed his fingers greedily—glistening with her juices. Brief as the touch was, he'd felt her wetness. Liu Yan craved him, body at least. Proof right there.
Let it happen naturally. As Ma Jun turned to leave, he noticed the gazebo pair hadn't budged. Curious, he crept closer for a peek.
A tall guy lounged on the bench, a plump, round-faced girl nestled in his lap. Ma Jun recognized Su Jianxin instantly—but the blissful girl wasn't his crush, Song Siwei.
Su Jianxin smooched her hungrily, hand inside her shirt groping her decently stacked chest. They broke for air eventually.
"Jianxin, you're such a great kisser," the girl gushed dreamily. "Why not just be my boyfriend?"
"Yeah, right. I held up my end," Su Jianxin snapped impatiently. "Now spill on Song Siwei."
Ma Jun recalled her—one of the girls at Song Siwei's birthday that night. Su Jianxin, scheming for intel, was seducing her friend.
She had regular features, marred by a few pimples—plain among girls. No Li Ting grace or Song Siwei poise. Only her curvy teen body drew eyes.
Disappointment flickered across her face, but she knew better. Seeing him sour, she backpedaled: "Okay, I was joking! You know I'll help. Just don't forget how good I am to you—no guy's ever gotten this close."
"Got it. You're the best to me. Shame I've got Song Siwei in my heart. Best friends forever?"
His hand fondled her budding tits. Internally, he sneered. Liar—she'd dated plenty, probably no virgin.
If not Song Siwei's bestie, he'd never slum it with this average chick. Su Jianxin wasn't naive; he'd bedded many, and this self-deluded girl didn't cut it. But needs must—he played along.
His sweet talk melted her; she snuggled closer, hand sneaking to his crotch, stroking expertly. His dick hardened fast. She looked up with a coquettish smile: "Jianxin, you want it bad, huh? But we're students—can't go all the way. Handjob okay? Teach me how?"
Fucking pretending to be pure, Su Jianxin cursed inwardly. No interest in more, but his fire needed venting. He unzipped, freeing his average cock for her to pump. His mind wandered to last night with the family maid, Sun Sis.
Sun Sis was seven or eight years older, plain-faced but stacked—her proud, perky udders crushed this girl's buns. He loved mauling them during sex. He'd fucked sluts, but married matures like her hit different.