Chapter 42: A Steamy Erotic Dream
“Hey, honey, what’s up so late?”
Liu Yan whispered into the phone, afraid of waking Ma Jun. She didn’t even dare move, while Ma Jun’s massive cock kept sliding in and out of her ass crack.
“Babe, nothing major. I just ran another deal with the boss—netted us nearly five grand this time.”
Xu Zhipeng sounded thrilled on the other end. “Boss says after a few more runs, this route’s all mine. I’m gonna be set for life.”
“Oh, really? That’s great. Honey, you sure everything’s okay? No issues?”
Liu Yan endured the thrusting from behind, half-listening to her husband. Hearing he’d made five thousand again stirred unease. What kind of business was her husband’s boss in? One trip outstripped her monthly salary. Was making money really that easy down south?
“What could go wrong? Let me tell you, boss has connections everywhere—cops, customs, the works. We just bring the goods in from outside, that’s it.”
Xu Zhipeng boasted smugly. “Give me a year, and I’ll be a millionaire.”
“Good, then. Just be careful, don’t let anyone scam you. And the weather’s hotter down there than in Gu County—drink plenty of water, don’t get heatstroke. Yeah, I just lay down, haven’t slept yet.”
Liu Yan chatted idly with her husband when she felt Ma Jun’s cock twitch behind her, like it was about to blow. She panicked, clamping her thighs tight. Had she woken him up?
In his hazy sleep, Ma Jun dreamed he was in an empty classroom, the only one there. Puzzled, he watched the door open—not Zhang Li entering, but Liu Yan. She wore a professional outfit: white blouse stretched taut over her plump, massive tits, black pencil skirt hugging her hips, sheer flesh-toned stockings sheathing her long, shapely legs, and shiny gold high heels on her delicate feet. Her already tall, curvaceous figure looked even more statuesque, glossy black hair pinned simply at the back, her flawless jade-like face bare of makeup yet radiant, dark eyes smoldering with lazy allure.
“Teacher Liu—no, Yan-jie, what are you doing here?”
Ma Jun had never seen Liu Yan so elegantly regal, her usual icy arrogance softened by poised grace. He stared, dumbstruck.
Liu Yan’s ten-centimeter heels brought her nearly eye-level with him. She stepped to the podium, gazing down with a seductive smile. “Like the outfit? Sexy, right? I dressed up just for you.” Her voice was a sultry purr.
“Gorgeous. Yan-jie, you’re stunning.”
Ma Jun nodded furiously, baffled why Liu Yan suddenly acted like the slutty Li Wen. But this version of her was lethally tempting—he wanted to pounce, grope her voluptuous body raw.
Pleased by the praise, Liu Yan yanked open her blouse, revealing her bra-encased tits. Amid Ma Jun’s shock, she unhooked it. Two snow-white, hefty orbs jiggled free, bouncing toward him.
Cradling her 36F monsters, she shook them teasingly, face lewd. “Classmate, aren’t my big tits perky? Wanna come up and feel ’em?”
Ma Jun gawked at the ripe, melon-like mounds, squeezed together into deep cleavage, quivering meat begging to be mauled and sucked.
Drawn by her call, he stumbled onstage, eyes locked on the heaving globes. Liu Yan spun, arching her plump ass high, hiking her skirt. Stockings gartered at her waist framed her firm cheeks—no panties, her lush pussy exposed. Glancing back with a coy smile, “Little classmate, wanna fuck teacher’s slutty cunt? Hurry, ram that big dick in. Teacher can’t wait.”
Her filthy words blanked Ma Jun’s mind. He lunged, ripping a hole in her stockings, freeing his raging cock and slamming into her snowy ass cleft. The tight grip made him gasp—her pussy was virgin-tight, walls clenching his glans, sucking like a vortex. Sheer bliss nearly made him cum on the spot. He pounded steadily, her fat ass clapping, her moans rising. As ecstasy peaked, the school bell blared. Students flooded in, jeering at him railing Liu Yan on the podium. At the back, Zhang Li gripped the lectern, smirking with venomous hate.
Ma Jun jolted awake in Liu Yan’s bed, cock still buried in her smooth ass crack, thrusting away. Was that a dream? Then why’s my dick in her crack? He moved to pull out, but heard her on the phone—with her husband, from the caring tone. Jealousy flared—She still cares most about him. Instead of stopping, he thrust harder, slapping her cheeks, tip nudging her slit. Her plump labia kissed his glans, bliss overwhelming.
Liu Yan’s brows furrowed, cheeks flushed. She knew Ma Jun was messing with her but couldn’t fight back—her husband might notice. She kept chatting casually.
“Babe, miss me? I’m dying without you. Last video was too short—let’s do one now. I wanna see you.”
Xu Zhipeng cooed sappily, his dick hardening at thoughts of her peerless tits and tight hole.
“Tonight? It’s late—maybe another time. I’m tired.”
Liu Yan’s body softened under the pounding, voice breaking. She nearly dropped the phone, shooting Ma Jun pleading glares, thighs clamped, ass unwittingly arching back. Her husband’s voice amplified the thrill, her lips hypersensitive, soon glistening with nectar.
“Babe, you okay? Your voice sounds off—like you’re exercising or something.”
Xu Zhipeng frowned at her panting. She should be in bed—Was someone else there? Suspicion darkened his face.
“Oh, nothing. I was cleaning the kitchen, ran over when you called. That’s why I’m breathless.”
Liu Yan pinched Ma Jun’s thigh hard to stop him, blurting an excuse.
“Ah, got it.”
Xu Zhipeng knew her neat-freak habits. If she were cheating, she wouldn’t pick up so quick. Relieved, he wheedled, “Babe, I miss you bad. Video for ten minutes? Please?”
Softening at his plea, Liu Yan relented. After hanging up, she sighed in relief, glaring at Ma Jun. Sitting up, she fixed her tousled hair. “Ma Jun, you did that on purpose, didn’t you? No excuses. Look at you, all sweaty again—go wash up in the bathroom. Otherwise, no bed for you tonight.”
She needed him gone for the video—audio was safe, but video with him around spelled disaster.
Seeing her mad, Ma Jun rose reluctantly, cock still rigid, bobbing as he shuffled out. The dream had him on the edge; without the call, he’d have unloaded. Now, cold shower it was.
Once he left, Liu Yan booted her computer, logged into QQ. A friend request popped: Zheng Song, her class Chinese rep. She added him absently, then opened her husband’s QQ, awaiting the video call.
A buddy icon blinked—Zheng Song. She opened the chat.
Liu Yan replied offhandedly, eager to end it, but Zheng Song kept asking questions. Polite, she explained.
A video request popped. Thinking it was her husband, she clicked accept. Zheng Song’s face filled the screen. She yelped, slamming it shut. Glancing at her skimpy nightie, she blushed furiously. What couldn’t he type? And I didn’t even check... Had he seen her body?
In his Gu County apartment, Zheng Song stared blankly at his screen. He’d meant to send a smiley, hit video by mistake—and she accepted! Blood rushed south at the sight of her in that slutty slip, tits fully exposed, pink nipples clear before she cut it. No bra, for sure. Schoolmarm by day, vixen at home. Regret—no screenshot.
An idea struck. He opened a folder, a JAV clip loading: a busty actress with tits bigger than Liu Yan’s, uncanny resemblance. A stud groped her rack, then plunged into her pussy.
Stroking his hard-on, Zheng Song muttered at Liu Yan’s imagined tits, “Teacher Liu, you’re so hot. I wanna grope those big jugs. Fuck your tight little hole. Ah... let me bang you once.”