San Zhong's Number One Busty
Ma Jun's actions right now were completely unnecessary. Besides Liu Yan, he was the only man in the house. No matter how fast he ran, she had noticed him peeking through the door at the first moment. Her face flushed crimson as she hurriedly pulled her fingers from her still-twitching pussy, slick and glistening with crystal-clear nectar.
Liu Yan glanced at the novel's ending on the screen: the male student flooding the female teacher's pussy with scorching semen, the two locked in a tight embrace, their bodies still joined by his cock as they whispered heart-pounding sweet nothings. A flicker of wistful longing crossed her face. It was just a novel, after all—the teacher free to revel in passionate sex with her student, unburdened by family or society's judgment. But she could never be like Zhang Li, fearless and unrestrained.
As long as she remained a married woman, she couldn't cast everything aside and surrender her body completely to Ma Jun, unleashing her desires like in the story and becoming a fallen slut. She wouldn't be able to face her husband—or herself.
She couldn't explain any of this clearly to Ma Jun, nor did she want him shouldering pressures beyond his years too soon. That would only distract him from his studies, and that wasn't what she wanted. So Liu Yan could only offer him sweetness within the limits she could accept. Their relationship was now far more intimate than a typical teacher and student, yet not quite at lovers' depth. Gauging that delicate balance was tricky—one slip, and things could ignite.
After all, Ma Jun had already explored her body thoroughly. Neither her breasts nor her pussy were off-limits anymore. Of course, Liu Yan had her own calculations: since he was so drawn to her, she could channel that into guiding his growth. She'd already promised him a blowjob if he nailed his finals—a decision after deep thought.
In their dynamic, her lingering reservations meant she rarely took the initiative, only passively tolerating his advances. The one exception was after Li Wen got her drunk and Feng Kun nearly assaulted her; seeing Ma Jun protect her without taking advantage had touched her, leading to her unprecedented handjob. That first step paved the way for more.
Liu Yan knew one day she'd help him vent in more ways—everything except full penetration. Her breasts, thighs, mouth, ass, even toes could bring a man pleasure. But she didn't want it too easy for him. They'd be together another two years at least; exhausting her leverage too soon would leave her without chips to keep him in check. She might watch sluts like Li Wen steal him away unless she went all-in with sex to bind him with her body.
She also wanted to delay betraying her husband as long as possible. At least before visiting him this summer break, she hoped to maintain their current level without drastic changes. But plans rarely survived reality. She wasn't sure she could hold firm. If Ma Jun didn't cooperate, she had no recourse. So far, though, he was obedient—especially with Zhang Li tutoring him. Liu Yan was confident he could navigate the next two crucial years and get into a good university. That would be her way of answering to Song Ping.
Liu Yan shut down the computer, straightened her nightgown, took a deep breath, and stepped out of the bedroom. Seeing Ma Jun sprawled motionless on the sofa, pretending to sleep, she huffed softly. "Alright, Ma Jun, stop faking. I know you were peeking at the door. I'm not mad. Get up."
Only then did Ma Jun open his eyes and sit up, looking sheepish. "Yan-jie, I didn't mean to. I was gonna come in, but seeing you like that... I didn't know if I should. Then I couldn't control myself."
"Enough, don't say more."
Liu Yan's cheeks burned as she cut him off, sitting beside him. Her eyes caught the bulging tent in his pants, and she frowned. "How are you hard again? Didn't you just cum?"
Ma Jun was helpless too—maybe from spying on her masturbation, his cock was extra riled. Even lounging on the sofa, it wouldn't soften. He grumbled to her, "Yan-jie, no clue. Maybe it'll go down once I sleep."
His pitiful look softened her heart. She smiled faintly, sighed. "Like that, you gonna sleep? Must be uncomfortable. Take off your pants already."
Ma Jun froze, then thrilled, yanking them down to reveal his rigid, thick shaft. Fresh from a shower, it carried no odor—just fragrant body wash—as it bobbed toward Liu Yan in greeting.
Liu Yan's heart raced at the sight of his long, girthy cock. Only a young stud like him could rebound like this. Her husband? Forget twice—even once, and he'd be done for hours. She suddenly wondered if Ma Jun could harden again after another load. Back when they'd first met, her husband had been insatiable too—four or five rounds a night normal, leaving her pussy raw and swollen, barely able to get up next day. But that felt ancient history.
She chided herself for such thoughts, but his expectant gaze made her relent. Squatting before him, she grasped the searing rod, blushing. "Listen up: I'll get you off once more, but then you sleep properly—no more dirty thoughts, got it?"
With that, she stroked his massive glans. The feel of her soft hand gliding over his shaft sent waves of tingling pleasure through Ma Jun.
Maybe from cumming twice already, despite his excitement, he hovered just short of release. After nearly ten minutes, Liu Yan's hand and thighs ached, yet the cock stayed rock-hard. She scowled. "Why aren't you cumming? It was quick before."
Ma Jun grimaced—prolonged edging had numbed his tip, like times he'd interrupted jerking off and struggled to finish later.
After a few more minutes with no progress, she gave up, releasing it and standing with a pout. "Forget it, do it yourself. I'm exhausted."
Ma Jun grinned slyly. "Yan-jie, how 'bout your mouth?"
"In your dreams!"
She huffed, tempted to leave, but worried about him staying hard. Sighing, she sat on the sofa, letting him pillow his head on her plush white thighs, resuming a slow stroke. But that teasing pace was mere appetizer for him—nowhere near enough to push him over.
With his head on her soft thighs, eyes fixed on the massive tits straining her nightgown, Ma Jun stirred again. Tentatively: "Yan-jie, lemme see your tits. That'll make me cum faster."
"Always so demanding."
Liu Yan shot him a glare but relented—her sympathy overflowing. She'd never have bothered if she'd known the hassle, but midway through, she couldn't abandon him. Meeting his pleading eyes, she released his cock, slipped the straps off her shoulders, and tugged down the gown. Instantly, her perfect snowy peaks sprang free, proudly thrusting forward, rosy nipples swaying.
Ma Jun drank in the legendary tits once more, breath quickening. Zhang Li's were huge too, but lacked this awe-inspiring punch every time. No words fit—maybe "mountains too lofty to climb." Back in junior high with Huang Guoxin, watching porn of bo ba icon Amy Yip's super tits had blown his mind; he'd busted countless loads to her pics. If Liu Yan hit Hong Kong films, her looks and figure would dethrone Amy—earning Bo Shen status.
His mesmerized stare drew a dimpled smile from Liu Yan—shy yet secretly thrilled. Setting aside her qualms, she savored these flirty intimacies. Without penetration pressure, she could loosen up. She wasn't some naive girl but a lusty, lonely wife. In this night, frolicking innocently with her crush was pure bliss.
Seeing him ogle endlessly, even muttering, she teased, "Hey, you've stared all night—still not enough? Just lumps of flesh, what's the big deal? If you studied half as hard..."
"Yan-jie, your tits are perfect—huge and milky-white."
Ma Jun gushed sincerely. "First time I saw you, they hooked me. Jerk off to 'em every night. Us guys in class say you're San Zhong's Number One Busty."
"Knew you boys spout filth."
His fantasies flushed her cheeks, but amused her—no disgust. Hearing classmates crown her top busty sparked pride. Curiously: "Me or Teacher Zhang—which you like eyeing more?"
"You, Yan-jie, no contest."
Zhang Li's rack was massive, but at over forty with a kid, it sagged a bit. Not like Liu Yan's perky, elastic masterpieces—perfect shape, a feast for eyes and soul. Other men got mere glimpses; only Ma Jun savored San Zhong's Number One Busty teacher's ultimate tits. Even her husband now settled for screen views, denied the creamy softness.