Male Students and Female Teachers
Though his homeroom teacher Zhang Li had an ordinary face, her figure outshone even Sister Sun's—pure voluptuous perfection with massive tits and a fat ass. Lately, for some reason, she'd started dressing up, often strutting into school in stockings and heels, a far cry from her old frumpy, conservative style. Every time he saw her on the podium, those plump legs wrapped in black silk and that huge, juicy ass, Su Jianxin couldn't help but get rock-hard, fantasizing about how to bury himself in that mature slut's pussy.
Unfortunately, even as class president, Zhang Li always treated him coldly. Whenever he went to her office, it was all business—she'd wrap up and shoo him out, never chatting or opening up. Su Jianxin had no way to make a move; after all, she was his homeroom teacher, and he couldn't just force himself on her like he had with Sister Sun. Day after day, watching that snow-white, creamy flesh jiggle right in front of him without a taste left him frustrated as hell, until eventually his interest faded. Now, whenever he fucked Sister Sun, he had to picture her as Zhang Li just to blow his load.
What really pissed Su Jianxin off, though, was how differently Zhang Li treated Ma Jun. Her eyes lit up around him, and she was always calling the guy to her office for "talks." Sure, she was the Chinese teacher, and it made sense to chat with her top student rep, but Su Jianxin sensed something off. He never imagined Ma Jun had already bagged her—just figured Zhang Li was playing favorites. If he'd gotten that kind of access, he'd have fucked the mature slut ages ago.
These days, though, his real prize was Song Siwei. Zhang Li was small potatoes by comparison. His dad had said her father was due for a promotion after the New Year; already at deputy division level, another step up would make him a full division head. In a county of a few hundred thousand with twenty or thirty thousand cadres, there were only four or five at that rank—and Song Siwei's dad was young with solid backing, on a clear upward trajectory. Nail her down, and Su Jianxin would have a powerhouse behind him.
Song Siwei wasn't some naive little girl, though—if he came on too strong, she'd just get turned off. So he played the long game. Plenty of guys at San Zhong had the same idea, but few could really compete. Truth be told, Su Jianxin had it all: good looks, rich family, and smooth moves with girls. Picking up chicks at school was a breeze—too bad he'd struck out with Li Ting and now faced this elusive beauty.
That time he'd thrown her a birthday party, Ma Jun crashing in with his fake proposal had rattled him. He'd looked into it after and confirmed the guy was just messing around online, but Song Siwei's flirty vibe afterward set off alarms. Now he had her girlfriends spying for intel on her real feelings. No way was he letting some other dude steal his shot.
The chubby-cheeked girl was jerking Su Jianxin off with expert strokes—clearly not her first rodeo. He didn't call her out on her lies, just leaned back with half-closed eyes, thinking of Sister Sun's big tits until he came hard.
Su Jianxin cleaned up, zipped up, and stood. "Alright, keep eyes on Song Siwei for me. Any whispers, you tell me right away—I won't short you. You want that Jay Chou concert ticket? I can hook you up."
"Jianxin, you're the best!"
The girl squealed and planted a kiss on him. She'd dated a few guys, but none as generous as Su Jianxin, always spoiling her with makeup and jewelry. If only I were really his girlfriend, she thought.
"C'mon, let's go."
Su Jianxin smirked, gave her round ass a couple smacks, and slipped an arm around her waist as they headed out. Once they were gone, Ma Jun slipped from the little garden, brow furrowed as he walked toward class. Su Jianxin was dead set on Song Siwei—no wonder he'd been so pissed when Ma Jun barged into her private room with that fake proposal. Probably thought Ma Jun was after her too.
Song Siwei was interesting, sure, and drop-dead gorgeous, but Ma Jun had zero interest. He was just a regular kid; she was a county bigwig's daughter—they weren't even the same species.
Huang Guoxin chasing her made more sense. His dad was deputy director of the Urban Construction Bureau—not as flashy as Fiscal Bureau, but same league.
Problem was, compared to Su Jianxin, Huang Guoxin lacked that second-gen hustle. He didn't know how to pick the smartest target. Look at Su Jianxin: struck out with Li Ting, spotted Song Siwei's bigger value, and pivoted without hesitation. Huang Guoxin? Still dumbly chasing Li Ting.
Should he nudge Huang Guoxin toward Song Siwei to mess with Su Jianxin? Ma Jun considered it, then dropped the idea. No point screwing someone over without gain. Song Siwei wasn't his type anyway, and Huang Guoxin's game was weak enough chasing Li Ting—forget her league.
Screw it—he had bigger fish. Let Su Jianxin chase his prize; Ma Jun needed to figure out Liu Yan. Recalling how her pussy lips felt under his fingers earlier, his bones turned to jelly. After school, he'd head home with her. Who knew what tonight would bring? He was pumped.
In the afternoon Chinese teachers' prep room, Liu Yan hunched over her students' essays, red pen marking corrections with focus. But her mind replayed noon, when Ma Jun fingered her. Had she overreacted? He'd only brushed her—no real penetration.
She wasn't ready to fuck him yet, so she was extra sensitive there. And Ma Jun was bold as hell—if she let him keep going, he'd probably have yanked off her jeans and slammed that huge cock into her.
Imagining his thick rod pounding her pussy made Liu Yan's heart race, body heat up, her sensitive slit tingling. Her long, shapely legs clamped together, rubbing subtly.
"Liu, you okay?"
Zhang Yang noticed her flush and asked, "Feeling off?"
"Ah, I'm fine. Just tired, maybe."
Liu Yan snapped to, flustered. Damn that kid—messing with my head all afternoon. And tonight he'd be staying over. Nerves hit.
"Take it easy, Liu. Don't overdo it."
Zhang Yang's concern was genuine. "Living alone's tough. Any help you need, just say. I'll do what I can."
"Thanks, Zhang. Really, I'm good."
Liu Yan smiled politely, brushing him off. She knew his crush but kept distance. He was kind, unlike Feng Kun's sleaze, so she couldn't freeze him out completely.
"Hey, we're colleagues—no need to stand on ceremony."
A flicker of disappointment crossed Zhang Yang's eyes. He'd always admired this tall, sexy teacher, craving closeness. Her walls were sky-high, though. Last time he drove her home, he should've... His thoughts cut off as someone knocked: "Report!" It was Zheng Song, Liu Yan's class Chinese rep. Average height, decent looks, he approached nervously. "Liu, there's a point in the textbook I don't get. Can you explain?"
"Sure, no problem."
Liu Yan smiled softly, opened the book, found the passage, and broke it down patiently. Zheng Song soaked in her gentle voice and faint scent, heart pounding. As rep, he interacted with this stunning, sexy teacher often and was hooked. Most guys in class secretly crushed on her too.
She was all business in class—no one dared cross lines. But he got private time. Golden opportunity.
Yet after nearly a year, they were still distant. He'd never even been to her place. Her husband was always away—if he could get an invite, maybe spark something with this lonely beauty.
Testing waters, Zheng Song said, "Liu, school's doing that essay contest, right? I wanna prep this weekend. Could I come by your place tomorrow for pointers?"
Liu Yan paused. She liked Zheng Song—top grades, killer essays, always top ten. Ambitious office visits showed drive; she didn't want to discourage him. But home? Hesitant.
Since her husband left, only Ma Jun had been over. She avoided close student ties, especially boys this age—hormones raging. A single woman hosting? They'd get ideas. She already regretted Ma Jun's "trouble."
"Tell you what—I'll add your QQ. Message me there; I'll reply quick."
Liu Yan ignored his hopeful gaze. She had a computer now—online worked fine.
"Oh, thanks, Liu."
Zheng Song hid disappointment, but QQ thrilled him. No one in class had hers—he might be first.
Nearby, Li Wen smirked while applying lipstick. She despised Liu Yan's prude act. As if she didn't know what Zheng Song wanted. Pubescent boys facing a hot mature teacher? One thought: ram their stiff young cocks into her juicy pussy.
In Li Wen's eyes, Liu Yan's distance was fake. Did she really not crave dick? Married three years, hubby gone—how could she hold out? Probably getting plowed by some side piece already.
Seeing Zheng Song cling, though, Li Wen pitied him. Facing Liu Yan's ripe body daily without relief? His dick must be bursting.
She knew her own boys lusted the same. Her skimpy outfits drew hungry stares, gulps—even swallows. She loved it, the thrill of their peeping. Last time, siccing Ma Jun on her peeper was just a warning: don't overdo it.
Still, like Liu Yan, she never planned to hook up with students. Teacher ethics, for one. And kids? Eager but clueless—hardly in, they'd blow. No match for pros like Feng Kun.
Li Wen was insatiable; normals couldn't hack it. Then Ma Jun: huge cock, stamina like a man's. Huang Guoxin? Typical—wilted before she revved up. Ma Jun delivered, pounding her to two orgasms.
Recalling that thick, long cock slamming her depths, Li Wen itched. Wanted to fuck him, but her daughter's under the weather—she'd head home early. Still, her pussy clenched, craving filling.