Chapter 1

I snuck around to the back of her house. Jimmy told me our teacher likes to sunbathe without her top on. I didn’t believe him but he swore he seen her with Sam yesterday and she has nice tits. This, I had to see for myself so here I was.

Mrs. Burma was my last period class teacher. She was older than my other teachers, old like my mom. She was okay I guess, never yelled at me or any of the boy really. She did call the girls petites chattes though, said it all the time. I asked mom what it meant once, she got really red in her face and said I shouldn’t repeat it, the words were for adults to use, not kids.

So here I was, hiding in the bushes, and Mrs. Burma, she was laying on a blanket in the grass. She was on her stomach so I couldn’t see anything but Jimmy was right, she wasn’t wearing a top. I watched for what seemed like a long time and was getting bored. If I wanted to look at tits, I could have just opened my brother’s laptop, he always looked at naked girls on it. I hoped to see some real ones today, I never seen real ones before. Well, that’s not true, I seen my sister’s before and they were okay but she’s my sister so she doesn’t count.

I was ready to leave, this was no fun, but she started to move. Mrs. Burma wasn’t turning over but she was wiggling out of her shorts. I moved to the other end of the bushes, I wanted to get closer. Her legs were opened enough for me to see her pussy. Now things were getting fun. I crawled along the side of the deck until I was on the corner. My teacher was six or seven feet away and her open legs were right there. Wow, this was great. I took my phone and took her picture. Her pussy looked different than my sister’s, big lips and a lot more hair. She was making my cock twitch in my pants just looking.

When her hand came from underneath and she touched herself I switched from pictures to video. She was playing with herself and I had a front row seat. She spread her lips apart and rubbed herself. She kept saying j’ai de baiser quelqu’un, whatever that means. All I knew was if I could I would have cum on her grass.

Mrs. Burma spoke a lot of French both in school and here today. I didn’t know what it meant but I know what it meant when her fingers went in her pussy, she was masturbating and now I wanted to do the same thing. She stopped and mumbled not as good as someone doing it for me and started to get up. I hid back in the bushes and watched a naked Mrs. Burma walk in her house.

I put my phone away knowing I had something none of my friends did. I snuck out the same way I came in and ran home. I went in my room and watched the video again. Then I took it in the bathroom and I jerked off watching my teacher play with her hot pussy, it made me cum fast and I knew what I had was gold.

That night Jimmy came over and I made him promise to keep a secret. I showed him the video and his jaw dropped. He wanted me to send it to him but something said I needed to keep this on my phone only. I said he could watch it as much as he wanted but I didn’t want to risk getting in trouble so I wasn’t sending it to anyone and he couldn’t tell anyone either. He was my friend so he promised. He asked what it was like being there and I said I wanted to cum in her grass. We both laughed.

In school the next Monday Mrs. Burma was in an especially good mood. She let us write a paper on things we enjoyed. I wrote mine of making videos of wild things doing what came naturally. She walked around the room checking our work and stopped behind Judy. One day I was going to learn French to know what those words meant because she called Judy them again only today it sounded nice, not mean the way it unusually does. When she walked past me all I could do was remember her walking in her house naked. Jimmy was right, our teacher had nice tits, but I knew she had a nice pussy too. As she walked by, she said, je parie que ta bite est delicieuse. I wrote down how it sounded in my notebook, I had to know what she was saying.

After class I was walking home and googled French translation. I know I spelled all the words wrong but the translator gave me the correct spelling and what she said. What the fuck Mrs. Burma, you think my cock is yummy? Just as fast I typed in what she called the girls. Wow, she called them little cunts. My teacher was a fucking wacko. I got home and asked my brother to download a French translator on my phone. One that could hear French and translate it so I could read it in English. He didn’t even ask why and did it for me. After he left, I said what she called the girls and sure enough, I was right when I typed it. Now I would know everything she had to say about us. This little piece of fun I would keep to myself, sorry Jimmy, not even you can know everything.

During the week we had a fire drill and nobody was listening to Mrs. Burma. She was getting frustrated and once outside I could hear her starting to speak French. I turned on my translator and just let her say whatever she wanted. When things got under control, I looked at the text and almost shit myself.

“These fucking kids are out of control. I wish just one of them would use that energy to good use like pleasing me. I’d even take one of those little cunts and shove her under my desk to learn what their teacher really wants. So much energy wasted when they could be making me cum instead”.

Damn Mrs. Burma, what are you? I could see if we were all seniors, you might get sexually charged but we’re only fourteen. Now I had to start a file on my phone and save all this shit. Nobody would ever believe me if I told them. When class was over, I went to ask Mrs. Burma why she likes talking in another language during class. I said it sounded nice and wondered why. She said it was just something she did to have fun in class. Then she said, J’aime me mouiller la chatte en regardant tes petites bites. I waited until I left school to look at my phone to see what she said. What the fuck?

Now I knew my teacher was a fucking female pervert. She liked looking at our cocks. Now I sat because I had the worse idea in the world. Why I thought it I can’t say but I did and it gave me such a hard on. If she wanted to see it that bad, maybe I should arrange it so she could. If she needed someone to fuck her maybe I could fix that too. This was crazy but I wanted to see how far she would go to get what she obviously wants. I ran the rest of the way home and using the translator did my best at writing her a message that I would leave in her desk drawer. It would be my way of telling her I know what she is and I would write it (hopefully spelling was right) in French.