Massaging the Magnificent Breasts
“Alright then.” Ma Jun finally gave up trying to persuade Liu Yan, though the sight of her snow-white huge breasts peeking from her nightgown sent all his blood surging straight to his cock. He clamped his glans tightly between his thighs, desperate to hide it—otherwise, if she spotted his raging hard-on, she might just lose her temper and boot him back to the living room.
Liu Yan glanced at his awkward posture and knew exactly what was going on with his body. A helpless sigh escaped her; after all, Ma Jun was still just a kid. Facing a mature woman’s body like hers, staying calm was no easy feat. The fact that he’d controlled his urges without forcing his dick inside her was already impressive enough. She didn’t want to be too harsh on him.
“By the way, Ma Jun,” she said quickly, seizing a new topic to divert his attention and spare them both the tension, “did you finish that essay collection earlier?”
“Oh, yeah, I did, Cousin. That book’s really something—several pieces really hit home for me.” Ma Jun perked up at the question, launching into an enthusiastic rundown of his thoughts.
Liu Yan nodded along, chiming in now and then with gentle pointers. They lay there chatting for over half an hour until Ma Jun’s arm, trapped beneath him, went numb. He pulled it free to shake it out, but his hand brushed her breast by accident. The soft, yielding sensation jolted him like an electric shock, and he yanked it back, terrified she’d get mad.
To his surprise, Liu Yan felt a pang of guilt instead. Maybe I’ve been too strict with him lately, she thought. No wonder he’s scared to make a move. Seeing his panicked expression, she reached out, took his hand in hers, and said softly, “Ma Jun, you don’t have to be so tense. Your teacher’s just worried about your health. You already came once tonight, and you’re at that age where your body’s growing—you can’t overdo it, or it’ll hurt your studies. Since I agreed to let you sleep here with me, I won’t mind a little of this. Besides, you already did that to me earlier, and I didn’t say a word.”
“Really, Cousin?” Ma Jun stared at her in disbelief. It was the first time she’d opened up like this. Emboldened, he blurted, “Cousin, I wanna touch your tits.”
“Do whatever. I’m going to sleep.” Liu Yan shot him a playful glare and closed her eyes, feigning slumber.
Ma Jun paused, then got it—she was too shy to say yes outright, so she was pretending. He scooted closer, tentatively resting a hand on her waist. No reaction. Emboldened, he tugged the blanket down and ran his palm over her silky nightgown, caressing her curves. His eyes locked on those massive tits straining against the fabric, and his cock sprang to full attention.
Inhaling the milky fragrance wafting from her chest, Ma Jun’s excitement surged. His hand slid from her slender waist to her ass, stroking the plump, meaty cheeks through the smooth gown. No panties underneath—the tender flesh yielded elastically under his touch. Growing bolder, he kneaded her ass freely. Liu Yan kept her eyes shut, lips curving in a faint smile that only fueled his fire. After lavishing her hips, his hand wandered to her soft belly, inching upward until it reached the underside of those monumental breasts.
Liu Yan’s twin peaks were full, firm, and flawlessly pale, capped with rosy nipples that begged to be sucked. Pristine and bouncy, they were the kind of ultimate huge breasts that could stop a man’s heart. In class, nearly every boy’s gaze lingered on her F-cup monsters, lost in fantasy.
Now, at zero distance, Ma Jun drank in their hypnotic allure. No bra beneath the gown—he could make out the heavy, greasy swell of her titflesh and the pink areolas, itching his soul. Liu Yan’s a natural seductress, he thought. She doesn’t even try like Li Wen does, and men still lose their minds over her. No wonder creeps like Feng Kun and Li Jianjun drool to claim her body.
Ma Jun drew a deep breath and grabbed one, squeezing hard. The dense, overflowing breast quivered in his grip, soft enough to spill through his fingers despite the thin fabric. He kneaded greedily, feeling her nipple stiffen under his assault. Pinching it lightly between thumb and forefinger, he twisted.
Liu Yan shuddered, eyes fluttering open with a shy gaze. “Easy there—it’s sensitive.”
Ma Jun eased up, embarrassed, and caressed her massive orb more tenderly. The satin-smooth skin nearly sent his soul soaring; his dick throbbed harder. He recalled the shock of first laying eyes on these tits—never dreaming he’d one day grope the objects of countless men’s wet dreams.
Liu Yan caught his cautious look and smiled. An idea struck. “Hey, since you like touching so much, give them a proper feel. Check for any lumps.” She’d long worried about her oversized breasts developing issues and often asked Zhang Li for help, but bothering her friend constantly felt awkward. Now Ma Jun was here—perfect. He’d already fondled and sucked them anyway. Time he earned his keep instead of just taking. With that, she felt justified.
Ma Jun jumped at the chance. If she lets me check daily, I’m set. Cupping one slippery globe, he probed earnestly. It weighed heavy like a ripe grapefruit—plush yet springy. Careful not to hurt her, he traced from the root upward, massaging the slick flesh for anomalies.
Soon he found something firm. Alarmed, he pinched again. “Cousin, this? Feels hard.”
Liu Yan gave a coquettish smile. “No, that’s just breast tissue. Haven’t you groped Teacher Zhang’s tits enough to know the difference?”
Ma Jun flushed, unsure if she was jealous or not. She knew about him and Zhang Li, but people were selfish—especially over what they claimed. Otherwise, why snap when she caught him with Cao Meng, or feud with Li Wen over him? Still, her caring anger meant she valued him.
He thoroughly checked both tits—no issues. Relief washed over him; he’d truly feared for her extreme huge breasts. Legitimately savoring the process, he felt them pulse alive in his hands, reshaping endlessly under his kneading, stoking fresh fires. Gazing at her blissful, closed-eyed face, he ached to mount her and pound her slick pussy with his monster cock.
No more fantasizing. Ma Jun shook his head. He’d push further tonight and lose control. Progress was beyond expectations: her bed, tongue on her pussy, now free rein on her tits. Plenty of time ahead.
Sucking in a breath, he tamped down his lust and withdrew. “All done, Cousin. No lumps.”
“That quick? Be thorough.” Liu Yan opened her eyes, a flicker of disappointment crossing her face. She’d figured he’d milk the chance, given how he ogled them. Yet he’d stopped—surprisingly decent. But his massage had stirred her up; she’d half-hoped he’d keep going.
Her words sparked regret in Ma Jun. She’d enjoyed it. But resuming felt awkward now. He rolled back to his spot, cock still tenting his boxers sky-high.
“You were good tonight, Ma Jun. Teacher’s gotta reward you.” Liu Yan smiled radiantly, spotting his bulge. Her slender hand reached out, grasping his thick shaft through the fabric and teasing the glans with her fingers.
The touch made Ma Jun shiver; bliss radiated from his tip. His cock hardened further, a groan escaping as his thighs tensed. Without his prior orgasm, he’d have blown instantly.
So huge... Even through the thin cloth, Liu Yan felt its girth and heat, stirring her hidden desires. She quashed them—for now.
“Cousin, that feels too good.” Heat pooled in his gut, surging to his dick. “Help me cum?”
“Knew you had ulterior motives.” Liu Yan rolled her eyes helplessly but knew he’d suffer otherwise. She tugged his waistband down; his beast sprang free, head bobbing. Blushing fiercely, she said, “Just once tonight. Then sleep. Got it?”
“Yeah, Cousin—hurry.” Impatient, Ma Jun watched her hands encircle his shaft, tenderly stroking the sensitive head while toying with his balls. His breath quickened, orgasm building, but he held back.
“Close? Gonna cum?” Liu Yan pumped the glans, eyeing him intently. “Shoot if you need to—don’t hold it in, or you’ll get sick.”
“I’m good.” Ma Jun breathed deep, savoring her expert touch. No longer clumsy, her palm formed a tight, squeezing tunnel; her thumb traced his coronal ridge for double pleasure. He gripped his thighs to endure.
Liu Yan smirked, sensing his reluctance. Leaning down, she puffed gently on the swollen head. It felt like a thousand tiny fingers tickling; Ma Jun lost it. His cock pulsed in her grip, eye flaring as thick ropes of hot cum erupted.
Liu Yan couldn’t dodge—semen splattered her gorgeous face, lips, chin, neck, and even her creamy tits.
Shuddering through his release, Ma Jun looked over and froze. Liu Yan’s flower-like features were glazed white, pearly drops everywhere—an obscene, intoxicating sight.