LIAM M: Hey hey man. Only got my phone here on this trip. What are you doing. I need something to read. And your e mails are the bestest. Woot woot
JOHN: All the rumours about Miss Bonnebrewer turned out to be true. But I knew that when I went to see her. Those rumours were why I went to see her. People said she liked to look at the girls’ asses in our little red shorts, that she always looked at your tits when she talked to you instead of your face. That she only coached the girls’ volleyball team to watch our little tits bounce every time we leapt for the ball. And I had caught her looking on more than one occasion, just like she’d caught me looking at her once or twice. She wasn’t pretty like some of the teachers; Miss Bonnebrewer was athletic and golden, strong and beautiful. She always had her blonde hair pulled back out of her face. She didn’t wear make-up and didn’t need to.
As soon as she saw me walk into her office she met my eye. She didn’t say anything, she got up and closed the door behind me. When I heard the lock click I let out a sigh of tension. I had only hoped for this. I didn’t know it could really happen. She stood behind me, breathing on the back of my neck until I finally turned around. My nipples were hard under my t-shirt, and they brushed up against her nipples as I turned. That was the first thing she did, reach up under my to shirt and play with my nipple. She smiled when she saw how hard they were, how excited I was to be alone with her. I shivered at her touch. I didn’t know what to do, but I knew I wanted to kiss her so badly and I did. She laughed a little at my eagerness, then slipped her tongue on to mine. It was soft but she worked her tongue inside my mouth, circling my tongue and then pressing her tongue up on the roof of my mouth. It wasn’t so different than being kissed by a boy.
She effortlessly lifted my shirt over my head and tossed it on the floor. I felt so strange standing topless in front of her. I reached for her shirt awkwardly, but she pulled me close to her and slipped her hand into my gym shorts, against my skin. Her palm glided across my pussy and her finger found my clit instantly. That was very different than any boy. She kept her tongue in my mouth and pressed my clit with her finger, gently and then harder, and my panties got wet. Sometimes it felt so good my whole body shivered in her arms. She took her hand out and pulled my shorts and panties off together. I stepped out of them, and while my legs were apart Miss Bonnebrewer put her fingers right up inside me. I reached back and pressed my hands against her desk for support. Instead she put one hand under my armpit and lifted me by the cunt and arm, laying me back on the desktop. Her face descended between my legs and she licked my clit and tongued my pussy like someone who knew how good it felt to be licked inside. I shook all over, she was making me cum, but as soon as I got close she would stop and let me recover just long enough to dive in and bring me close again. My pussy juice was flowing like never before. As I got close to cumming again she pushed the back of my knees up and did something I never imagined. It felt so good to feel her tongue thrust up inside my asshole I let out a squeal too loud. She lifted her head and glared at me, and I shrugged apologetically— I didn’t want anyone to hear us either, but I lost control for just a moment. More importantly I didn’t want to let it stop. I pressed her head down by the hair and lifted my hips so her tongue would pass my pussy and find my asshole again. She knew how much I loved it and ate my ass for several minutes. All she had to do was touch my clit with her tongue inside my asshole, to send me into wild spasms of orgasm. I came so hard, like I never had before, like I didn’t think any boy could ever make me cum. It was like releasing everything I had inside me. As the ecstasy subsided I felt tears roll down my cheeks and realized I was crying. I gathered myself and kissed her again. I could taste myself all over her tongue. I tried again to take her shirt off, but she held my hands by my side. She smiled and said, “Next time.” And she took a good long time looking me over, and handed me back my shorts. As I got dressed, she unlocked the door, and while I walked home, I imagined every excuse in the world why I would need to go see Miss Bonnebrewer every day.
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