Together in Ecstasy
“You’re always saying the sweet things. If Teacher Zhang found out, I wonder if she’d ever let you into her bed again.” Liu Yan gave a flirtatious smile, her fair, jade-like fingers pinching the head of Ma Jun’s cock lightly. Ma Jun winced and yelped in pain, helpless as he replied, “As long as you don’t tell Teacher Zhang, Yan-jie, how would she ever know? And what I said is the truth—Teacher Zhang’s tits aren’t as big as yours, and they don’t stand as firm. Hers are already the second biggest in the whole school, let alone...”
Ma Jun had been about to say that Li Wen’s breasts weren’t even as big as Zhang Li’s, much less compared to Liu Yan’s, but he suddenly realized his slip and swallowed the rest of his words.
“Let alone what?” Liu Yan blinked in confusion, noticing how Ma Jun had clammed up. She pressed him, “Go on, say it. Have you seen some other woman’s tits too?”
“How could that be? I’ve only seen yours and Teacher Zhang’s.” Ma Jun chuckled awkwardly, though his heart raced with guilt. Truth be told, four women had shown him their breasts now—besides Liu Yan and Zhang Li, there were Cao Meng and Li Wen. As for that stunning, seductive boss lady at Dihao KTV, Bai Xiaoyan, she’d given him a handjob once, but he hadn’t gotten a look at her tits—a real shame.
Of course, given Bai Xiaoyan’s status, getting her to jerk him off even once was something to brag about. Few men in Gu County could claim her personal service. Recalling the mind-blowing pleasure of her golden snake coiling silk hand, Ma Jun couldn’t help fantasizing: if Liu Yan could reach that level, he’d get handjobs better than sex every day. But he knew it took countless cocks for Bai Xiaoyan to perfect that skill, and he didn’t want Liu Yan turning into a slut like her. It was just a pipe dream.
“Really?” Liu Yan eyed Ma Jun’s evasive expression with a playful smirk but didn’t call him out. She didn’t buy it—not when she’d caught him fucking a woman on the balcony once, sparking a cold war between them. After they made up, she’d never pressed the issue, pretending it never happened.
Liu Yan knew the neighboring complex housed Urban Construction Bureau staff, so that woman was likely an employee or spouse. She had no idea how Ma Jun met her. At first, it stung—Ma Jun wasn’t the flawless boy she’d imagined. But after dealing with Li Jianjun and that lecherous Feng Kun, she’d come around. Nobody was perfect; why hold him to impossible standards? As long as he was sincere with her, that was enough. She’d held back from giving herself fully due to her married status—what right did she have to stop him from other women?
Now that their bond had deepened, Liu Yan felt more confident reining him in. She approved of his thing with Zhang Li—they were friends, and it helped him vent without always pushing her boundaries. But that didn’t mean she’d tolerate him with other women, especially Li Wen.
From a teacher’s perspective, she didn’t want him drowning in lust. He already had three: her, Zhang Li, and that neighbor. If San Zhong students knew, they’d be floored. Her goal was guiding him through puberty without derailing his studies—basic teacher ethics. Zhang Li felt the same.
Easier said than done. Boys his age were rebellious enough, and he’d tasted sex. Curbing his urges entirely was impossible. Liu Yan figured controlled release was better—better to channel than block. But excess indulgence could harm his health and grades. She had to nudge him gently, remind him not to overdo it.
Seeing Liu Yan’s half-smile, Ma Jun’s heart skipped. He’d spoken carelessly, forgetting she’d walked in on him and Cao Meng. It had soured things before. Now, he had no good explanation. He barely saw Cao Meng anymore, but he couldn’t deny it. If pressed on her identity, he’d lie—imagine if Liu Yan learned she was his classmate’s mom.
He didn’t want to seem like a pervert to her. And he was still hiding his fling with Li Wen; who knew if she’d spill. Thinking of that seductive yet ruthless woman gave him a headache. He regretted his greed—Zhang Li and Liu Yan should’ve been enough. Now with Cao Meng and Li Wen, four was overwhelming. What if they all collided? Chaos.
But the odds were slim. Last time at the cafeteria, seeing Li Wen, Zhang Li, and Liu Yan together had nearly given him a heart attack—like ghosts converging. Any slip-up spelled trouble. Still, he felt smug: these three were top-tier among San Zhong’s female teachers. Liu Yan, the undisputed Bo Shen; Li Wen, infamous for her bone-deep seduction; Zhang Li catching up with her mature allure, trendy style drawing eyes. As they said, a man was a woman’s best cosmetic, his cum her finest jewelry.
Snagging these as a student was epic, though luck played a part. Strictly speaking, Liu Yan wasn’t fully his—her pussy untouched by his cock. Li Wen fucked him now, but her slutty nature and ambition made her slippery. She used him against Liu Yan for now, but tomorrow? After Feng Kun’s years with her, it grated sometimes. Men were possessive; he wanted exclusivity. But as a kid, building a harem? Those web novel protagonists with harems of harmonious beauties made him jealous. If only Zhang Li, Liu Yan, and Li Wen shared his bed, his cock cycling their pussies amid their moans—that was the emperor’s life.
Pure fantasy. Even Zhang Li and Liu Yan together? Impossible. They got along but subtly competed over him. No need to stir trouble. The status quo rocked: noon romps with Zhang Li at school, nights with Liu Yan at home. How long it’d last, who knew.
Noticing Ma Jun’s distant gaze, Liu Yan sighed softly. “Forget it, no need to explain. I don’t want lies, Ma Jun. We both know the truth—I just don’t spell it out. You and Teacher Zhang, or us now... it’s all improper. You’re a student; focus on studies. I told you before, but it’s pointless now. Just don’t waste our efforts and sacrifices, okay?”
Relieved she’d dropped it, Ma Jun gazed gratefully. “Yan-jie, you’re the best. I was wrong, ignoring you before. I’m done with that woman now. Won’t happen again.”
“Enough.” Pleased by his confession, Liu Yan pecked his lips, smiling. “Little rascal, one more round to make you feel good, then sleep?” Her hand gripped his cock again, thumb teasing the sensitive head, drawing gasps from him. He craved release but held back—her handjobs were rare; savor every second.
Liu Yan read him like a book, his thighs clenched tight. She huffed playfully, “Don’t hold back. Cum when you want—my hand’s aching. Keep this up, and you’re on your own in the bathroom.”
“Yan-jie, just a bit longer—I’m close!” Ma Jun begged cheekily. Eyes on her swaying snowy tits, he lunged, latching onto a nipple and sucking hard, like a nursing babe, slurping noisily.
“Ah...” Liu Yan’s breasts tingled at the assault; her grip tightened, strokes quickening to finish him.
Ma Jun suckled the tender nipple, watching creamy flesh slide in his mouth, inhaling its alluring scent—pure bliss. Who else at San Zhong got Liu Yan’s tits in mouth while she jerked him?
The building pressure in his cock warned of imminent eruption. Arm around her waist, he angled toward her, the other hand kneading her free breast. Face buried in her soft cleavage, tits massaging his head luxuriously. Liu Yan softened under his touch, face flushed, breaths ragged, fighting desire. Her pussy leaked juices, thighs rubbing restlessly; electric jolts from her nipple made her quiver.
“Ah, Yan-jie, I can’t hold it—I’m cumming! Cumming!” Dizziness hit; mind blanked; a hot surge raced up his shaft. Face mashed into her massive orbs, arms clamped her waist, teeth nipping the nipple. His piss-slit flared, erupting like a volcano—thick cum blasting across to splatter the TV screen.
Liu Yan climaxed simultaneously, body convulsing, plump pussy spasming, squirting juices down her thick ass crack to soak the sofa. Arms crushed his head; pleasure shattered restraint. A long, seductive moan escaped—like heavenly music piercing walls, echoing to the skies, proclaiming to Gu County she was no longer the lonely, repressed wife.