Ms St john x reader

Ms St john suprise

Y/N winced as they walked out of the fish scented classroom that belonged to none other than Mr Jardine; Y/N's ex boyfriend. His lessons had really gone down-hill when Bray Buckley started calling him a paedophile; Y/N blushed a strawberry pink colour and ran to the bathroom to swoon when that incident happened. That was weeks ago... before the break up....

It was a cold Wednesday night. The winter term had just begun, yet Ms St john set the most useless homework task to the history of man-kind. Who the hell needs to know about how cavemen played football with pig's hearts or how Adam and Eve had sex? Nobody, that's who. This made no sense; there were typos in each word. Ms St john wasn't drinking her drug stash that she kept under her desk again? Surely not? She had already been fined once and had her job threatened because she tried to sell cocaine to her year nine class.

Y/N was getting sick of this. It had been four hours and all they had written was how hot Ms St john was. Nobody could ever know; especially not Mr Jardine. As Y/N screwed up the now doodle covered piece of paper and threw it into the bin, they wondered what Ms St john could be doing right now. Probably playing around with those humongous tits of hers. She rocked that Ribena purple coat. I wonder if she has a thong in that shade? Maybe a push-up bra too?

Eventually, Y/N mustered up the courage to drop Ms St john a private message on satchel one. 'She should really change her profile' Y/N thought to them self as they pictured the many bikini pictures they had taken from Ms St john's garden bush. 'Oh, how I'd love to feel her body on mine.

To Y/N's surprise, Ms St john messaged back quite fast:

How is my favourite student?

I'm feeling quite lonely, actually :(

I can fix that ;D

What are you talking about!?!

Come over? hehehe

I thought you'd never ask!

My address is 69, dinosaur avenue, Sexton, Top-cream

On my way ;)

Y/N's heart began to beat faster. This couldn't be happening. Ms St john had invited them round. 'I wonder if she's good in bed' Y/N pondered as they backed their car out of the driveway.

Ms St john lived closer then expected; only a mile away. Y/N walked up to the door, and knocked on the golden knocker lightly. The door flew open. Their stood Ms St john in a purple shade thong and push-up bra. 'Just as I had imagined! 'They thought to them self. 

Y/N gave a gasp of joy as Ms St John pulled them inside. 

'I'm so excited for you to be over for the first time.'

Not exactly the first time Y/N thought to them self.

Y/N felt a tingle down below; oh no, they had gotten a boner. Seeing Ms St John had mad them have flashbacks to the dreams they had last night. Lets just say there was a lot of cum. 

Ms St John seemed to notice me going quiet.

'It's all right if you have a boner baby gorl, I don't judge.'

Ms St John pulled Y/N into her bedroom. It was happening. Ms St john pressed her sweet plump lips onto Y/N's and begun to pull her bra off. 'Oh my god' Y/N thought to them self. Ms St John's nipples looked so juicy. She urged Y/N to start taking their clothes off. Y/N obeyed like a smart dog. Soon enough they were in the bed.

'Mhmmmm, mhhmm' Ms St John moaned. Cum had started to get in her pubes but she obviously didn't care. She wanted to continue to have this sex. It felt so good. Y/N began to lick and lick Ms St John's vagina, creaming even more then ever. It felt too good to be true

All  of a sudden, the bedroom door opened. There stood the history teachers of Bishop Wand, led by Mr Jardine.....