First Encounter
Chapter 38: First Encounter
She had never imagined that her most exquisite orgasm would come from a fifteen-year-old boy—and that she would squirt just from the teasing of his tongue. The sensation was so exquisite that tears welled up in her eyes. She suddenly felt she could understand Zhang Li’s past indulgence and decadence; for a woman, to have even one such experience in her lifetime meant her life had not been lived in vain. After all, although Liu Yan and her husband had been married for several years and had made love at least a hundred times, not only had she rarely reached orgasm, but she had never experienced such an unforgettable, bone-deep pleasure as she did today. That Ma Jun was simply a woman’s nemesis.
Amid Liu Yan’s ecstatic moans, Ma Jun—who was sucking fervently—suddenly felt the slippery, fleshy lips in his mouth spasm. Before he could react, a surge of love juice, even more intense than before, crashed against his face. The sudden gush hit his throat, nearly making him choke. The hot stream kept gushing out, splashing against Ma Jun’s chin and neck. Ma Jun was utterly astonished; he had never seen such a lewd and seductive side of Liu Yan before. Even when Zhang Li had squirted while he was licking her, she hadn’t reacted with such uninhibited lust. Perhaps beneath Liu Yan’s aloof exterior lay a heart even more wanton and sensual than Li Wen’s—it was just that no man had ever witnessed this side of her before.
It took nearly a minute and a half for the gushing from Liu Yan’s pussy to slowly subside. The room echoed with her plaintive moans, and the blanket covering her had long since been tossed aside, revealing her sexy body clad in a nightgown. However, the nightgown was already soaked through with love juices and sweat, dripping wet as if she’d just emerged from the water.
That snow-white, voluptuous body glowed seductively under the bedside lamp, yet her plump, sensual form lay limp and lifeless on the bed. The black lace nightgown had slipped off her shoulders, exposing a large, high, snow-white breast. The tender, rosy nipple stood erect, looking exceptionally aroused, while the lower half of her body was already a mess—the nightgown and sheets were soaked through with love juices, as if they’d been pulled straight out of water.
Ma Jun had never witnessed such a lewd scene before. His gaze greedily swept over Liu Yan’s fiery, sensual body; no other thoughts remained in his mind. At that moment, he was completely consumed by his own desire. His instincts told him to thrust his cock into Liu Yan’s pussy, without a second thought for the consequences.
“Cousin, I want to make love to you.”
Ma Jun clenched his teeth, wrapped his arms around Liu Yan’s snow-white thighs, and forcefully spread them apart to rest against his hips. Slowly, he pressed his achingly swollen cock against the entrance of her wet opening, his heart pounding wildly. In just a few seconds, he would finally penetrate that mysterious place he’d longed for in his dreams—that luscious, succulent pussy coveted by countless men was about to be claimed by him.
Ma Jun’s glans soon brushed against Liu Yan’s wet, warm labia. The utterly intoxicating sensation made him feel as if he were about to ejaculate instantly; his cock twitched a few times and actually spurted out a few drops of semen. He was on the verge of losing all control, which frightened him so much that he quickly pulled back, keeping his glans at a distance from Liu Yan’s labia. He had never encountered such a situation before. Even during his first time with Zhang Li, he hadn’t ejaculated until shortly after penetrating her. And now, he could be considered a seasoned veteran—he’d had sexual relations with three women, and his lovemaking sessions had steadily grown longer; with Zhang Li, he usually lasted at least half an hour. Yet he never imagined that his cock would be on the verge of uncontrollable ejaculation the moment it merely brushed against the entrance of Liu Yan’s pussy, before he’d even fully entered her.
Ma Jun recalled the time he and Huang Guoxin went to a hotel to have sex with Li Wen. Faced with Li Wen’s naked body, Huang Guoxin had actually ejaculated on the spot. At the time, Ma Jun had mocked Huang Guoxin for being such a wimp, but he never imagined he’d find himself in such an awkward situation when faced with Liu Yan’s body. If he hadn’t pulled back so quickly just now, he likely would have ejaculated just like Huang Guoxin.
But what should he do now? Ma Jun looked helplessly at the alluring opening of Liu Yan’s pussy, like someone staring at a delicious feast but too afraid to take a bite. Yet in the end, he couldn’t resist the temptation of her body. He pressed his cock against the entrance of her pussy once more, and that soft, slippery sensation once again overwhelmed his fragile frame. He took a deep breath, preparing to thrust himself fully into Liu Yan’s pussy in one go. But just as his massive glans pushed aside her wet labia, Liu Yan’s hand suddenly grabbed his cock, stopping him from going any deeper.
Ma Jun froze in surprise. He never expected Liu Yan to stop him at that moment. For a split second, he didn’t know what to do. Looking into her wide-open eyes, he suddenly mustered his courage and said, “Cousin, I want to make love to you. Will you let me?”
“Ma Jun, don’t do this. Please, I’m begging you…”
Liu Yan’s voice sounded soft and weak. One arm braced against the bed while the other held Ma Jun’s burning cock; a hint of pleading flickered in her eyes. Having just been driven to the brink of ecstasy by Ma Jun, she now lacked the strength to resist this tall, muscular boy before her—and deep down, she couldn’t muster a single thought of resistance. Ma Jun’s earlier teasing had completely broken down her defenses. If not for her dignity as a teacher and her feminine modesty, Liu Yan might have already been shamelessly begging Ma Jun to thrust his big cock into her pussy.
“Cousin, I really want you.”
Ma Jun, however, was not ready to give up. He knew this was his best chance. If he didn’t succeed in entering Liu Yan’s body tonight, who knew how long he’d have to wait for the next opportunity? “I know you’ve been suffering alone lately. Teacher Zhang told me to take good care of you. Don’t try to tough it out by yourself. Let me in. I’ll make you happy.”
“Ma Jun, we really can’t.”
Liu Yan felt the heat radiating from Ma Jun’s cock in her hand; it was almost melting her. Her eyes reddened, and tears welled up as she said, “I’m not ready yet. Can you give me a little time?”
Seeing that Liu Yan wasn’t lashing out at him as she had in the past, but instead sounded almost pleading, Ma Jun felt a pang of reluctance. He knew full well that if he persisted, Liu Yan would be powerless to stop him from taking her body. But was he really just after the body of this delicate, alluring young woman standing before him? If he were the kind of man who acted on mere lust, he could have taken advantage of Liu Yan last time when she was drugged, instead of enduring a whole night of torment.
Ma Jun had never wanted to force himself on Liu Yan. Even if he took her body tonight, her heart would forever remain distant from him. Perhaps he would never be able to reach her innermost feelings again—an outcome Ma Jun was unwilling to accept. If the price of having Liu Yan was losing her forever, Ma Jun would rather maintain their current relationship.
“All right, cousin, please stop crying. I didn’t mean to do this.”
Seeing Liu Yan start to sob, Ma Jun panicked. He released his grip on her thigh, and Liu Yan let go of his cock. It sprang forward suddenly, twitching a few times, as if unwilling to accept that it hadn’t entered her.
“Didn’t you just come? How come it’s still so hard?”
Liu Yan looked at the vigorous cock, her face flushing as she teased, “I knew all along you had ulterior motives. All that talk about studying hard was just to fool me. I know exactly what you were up to just now.”
Only then did Ma Jun realize that Liu Yan hadn’t been asleep at all—she’d been pretending to sleep the whole time, enduring his advances. He felt a bit awkward, but then he realized she’d been faking sleep just so he could let off some steam. A wave of gratitude suddenly welled up inside him, and he couldn’t help but say to Liu Yan, “Cousin, you’re so good to me.”
“I’m glad you know.”
Liu Yan shot Ma Jun a glare, gave his erection a light tap with her hand, then suddenly pursed her lips into a smile and asked curiously, “Tell me the truth—did you learn how to do that to me from those naughty websites? You’re so young and already up to no good. I really don’t know how Teacher Zhang raised you. Do you guys do this all the time?”
“Cousin, did you enjoy that just now?”
Seeing Liu Yan’s bashful and alluring expression, Ma Jun’s heart fluttered, and he couldn’t help but ask tentatively. Although the sudden gush of fluid, like a rising tide, had nearly choked him just now, he was desperate to know exactly how Liu Yan had felt.
Hearing Ma Jun’s suggestive question, Liu Yan instinctively wanted to scold him with a stern face. But recalling that incomparably ecstatic sensation from moments ago, her heart fluttered and her body grew weak. The words of reprimand simply wouldn’t come out. Seeing Ma Jun’s hopeful gaze, she nodded shyly and let out a soft “mm-hmm.”
“That’s great, cousin. If you ever need it again, just let me know, and I can help you out.”
Ma Jun said with a grin. After all, he’d reached a new milestone. Now, rather than pressing his advantage, he needed to consolidate his gains—first by getting Liu Yan used to his touch on her private parts.
“What nonsense are you talking about? Who needs you? Do you think I’m like Zhang Li?”
Liu Yan glared at Ma Jun. She would never admit she had such needs, yet she felt a bit resentful inside. Why ask me about this? If you’d just done it, I wouldn’t have resisted.
Only then did Ma Jun realize he’d said the wrong thing. Liu Yan’s personality was different from Zhang Li’s or Li Wen’s—even if she wanted it, she wouldn’t admit it. He’d really been foolish. If Liu Yan truly didn’t want him to touch her pussy, she would have stopped him when he was playing with her labia just now.
“Cousin, can I give you a hug?”
Seeing that Liu Yan hadn’t said a word, Ma Jun suddenly asked.
Liu Yan looked at Ma Jun, gave a gentle nod, and Ma Jun crawled over to her side, wrapping his arms around her soft, voluptuous body. His heart was filled with a sense of happiness. Although he hadn’t actually made love to Liu Yan, he felt deeply satisfied at that moment. Perhaps what he truly wanted was simply to be with the person he loved—even without sex, he could accept that.
Liu Yan’s warm, delicate body rested against Ma Jun’s chest. Her usually aloof and elegant face now looked charmingly alluring, her eyes brimming with tenderness. Ma Jun’s heart was filled with tenderness as he wrapped his arm around Liu Yan’s slender waist, while his other hand ran through her silky, long hair. Gazing at her unparalleled beauty, he couldn’t resist lowering his head to kiss her smooth, fair forehead. At that moment, there was not a trace of lust in his heart; he simply wanted to hold her like this forever.
Liu Yan seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the feeling of being held by Ma Jun as well. She lay quietly with her eyes closed, saying nothing. Although her body had just been sent to the heavens by the stimulation of Ma Jun’s tongue, her heart was even more drawn to this young man who held her now, free of any impure thoughts. It felt as though she had been transported back to her college days, to the scene of her very first romance, The two of them were simply embracing, free from any filthy thoughts. Although the ultimate outcome of a man and a woman being together is inevitably physical intimacy, a woman often looks forward more to the simple, romantic process leading up to it than to the final result.
Men, however, are always too eager to tear away their masks, desperate to possess a woman’s body. They fail to realize that the moment they claim her physically, they forever lose the chance to truly enter her heart. Though Ma Jun’s restraint meant he hadn’t yet taken Liu Yan’s body, it allowed her to feel his genuine affection. The last shred of wariness in her heart finally melted away. She believed that this big boy holding her would never hurt her, nor would he force himself on her against her will. Perhaps, aside from her husband, Ma Jun was the man she trusted most in the world.