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Mrs. B. was a great teacher for 10th grade English. Funny, engaging, personable—and a bit flirty. She was in her late-20s, just a couple years out of The University of Michigan, cute, nice body and flaming red hair that cascaded over her shoulders and down her back. She knew the boys all lusted after her and she did nothing to discourage our interest. Students even gave her a nickname, “Bubbles.” The administration was not pleased, but Mrs. B. didn’t seem to mind. She liked the attention. Oh, and I think that we actually learned a lot of English Lit between the horsing around.

Berholm exhaled. “Part of it is raising taxes on the various nobles, depending on their contributions and loyalty.”“Meaning they can either suck up to him or be bled of wealth.”

My cock is just under 7” but pretty thick, with a slight upward bend. Still watching my face, Mrs. B. cupped my balls in her hand and wrapped her lips around my trembling dick. I watched the head of my cock disappear into her mouth. Her mouth was warm and wet, and she rubbed her tongue along the base of the head. I’d like to say at this point I grabbed her hair and fucked her mouth for half an hour, but I was a horny kid. When her tongue touched the base of my cock, a thick stream of semen jetted into her mouth. I heard her swallow my cum, and I learned that a woman swallowing my load is about the sexiest sound around. Mrs. B. gulped down the next stream and the next as my youthful balls filled her mouth over and over.