I walked to school on Monday scared of what might happen. How should I react if I passed Mrs. Chika in the corridor? Wouldn’t everyone see something was going on by my body’s reaction to her? I got to school and quietly went through the day.
I was handed the note just before my last class. It read simply, “Mrs. Chika has requested you come to her office immediately after school today.” It was signed by the vice-principal. The last class of the day was a waste as I couldn’t stop thinking about what was going to happen after school that day.
The last bell rang and I went directly to Mrs. Chika’s office.
I entered her office and shut the door behind me to try and give ourselves privacy. She immediately apologized to me for how she ended things on Friday and that helped put me at ease. She continued, “I did a lot of thinking over the weekend and had initially decided that we should end our lesson sessions.
However, upon further thought, I realized that since you will be starting university soon perhaps it would be best to change the focus of our lesson sessions to best prepare you for the challenges that you will face there.
Many freshers in the university are overwhelmed by university life and the lectures and cannot handle it. I know that you are very intelligent and will probably have no problems, but I would feel better if you allow me to try to get you as prepared as I can for university. What do you think?”
As I listened I tried to understand exactly what she was saying.
Since I entered her office she hadn’t said anything about our encounter that would seem weird if overheard by someone else. Her question about lessons also would not sound odd to an outsider, however, I was particularly interested in the way she emphasized certain phrases and couldn’t help but think that the entire question was a coded way of asking me if I wanted to continue our newly established sexual relationship.
I thought about my answer and said, “I think that sounds great. I really appreciate the extra effort that you are offering to put into our lesson sessions.” As I said that Mrs. Chika smiled seductively at me and I was sure that I hadn’t misread the situation. I continued, “When do you think we should begin?”
She told me that we shouldn’t continue our sessions in a secondary school setting because she wanted to get me in a university frame of mind. I agreed and we decided to meet Friday evening after school and that she would take me on a quick tour of a nearby university campus. We parted with a simple handshake but we both were looking forward to the “lesson” arrangement held.
The week seemed to drag. Hours seemed like days.
Finally, Friday arrived and when the bell rang, I almost ran up to Mrs. Chika’s office. She greeted me very professionally and asked if I was ready. I could barely contain my excitement as I said yes and we headed out to her car. As she drove me to the university she began to tell me about how most students fail at university not because of the lectures but because of the new lifestyle and freedom, both sexual and otherwise.
She said her goal was to try and expose me to as many aspects of the campus lifestyle as possible so I wouldn’t be surprised or be tempted to skip my studies when I got to university.
As she was saying this she pulled into one of the parking lots at the campus and got out of the car. For the next hour, she showed me around campus and gave me many important pieces of information about what to do when I arrived at university.
When we returned to her car, I thought I noticed her mood change slightly. She began talking again about campus life and how she felt it was particularly the sexual freedom of it that caused the most problems for freshers who were unprepared. I explained that teens that have lived under mom and dad’s roof are suddenly totally free and able to date and/or fuck as much as they want.
I wasn’t sure where she was going with this, but I was very aroused to hear her talking so openly about sex. She asked if I understood and I said, “I think so.”
“Good,” she replied. “Now it was my understanding from last week that you haven’t had much experience sexually with women. Is that correct?”
I nodded.
“See, I think that could be a problem for you next year. There are going to be a lot of women out to get into as many guys’ trouser as possible and someone with no experience can get overwhelmed and lose their way.”
I asked, “So, what can we do about that?” I knew it sounded tacky, but I had to know where Mrs. Chika was heading with this.
She looked directly into my eyes and said, “I think that in the time we have left I want to give you as much experience as I can.” I nearly came in my trousers when she said that to me. The woman who had been the object of many of my fantasies had basically just said that she wanted to fuck me as many times as I could before I leave for university.
I weakly replied, “That sounds great.” she laughed at the complete lameness of my reply and pulled out of the parking lot. She headed the car to a deserted area. She parked the car inside the bush and told me to get in the backseat.
As she climbed in the backseat she leaned over and started to lick my ear. She gently flicked my lobe with her tongue and ran her tongue along all the folds of my ear.
I moaned at this unexpected advance. She kept this up for a brief time and then moved her lips very close to my ear and whispered very softly, “It’s time for your first lesson.”
With that, she leaned over my lap and started to unbuckle my trouser. I helped and quickly we had removed my trouser and boxers so that I was naked from the waist down. She again bent over my lap and started kissing and licking my thighs.
With a slight shift in her position, her head was positioned at the end of my hard dick. Just before she bent down to take me into her mouth she made eye contact with me and said, “Don’t worry about cumming. Just let yourself go and enjoy what I am doing to you.”
As soon as she finished speaking she parted her lips slowly and wrapped them around the very tip of my dick. She tickled the tip briefly with her tongue and could already taste my pre-cum. She removed her mouth and moved her head underneath my dick. She began to gently kiss and lick the underside of my dick from the tip to my balls.
She tried to continue this treatment to my balls but couldn’t get to them properly from her position so she returned to the tip. Without wrapping her lips around me, she licked the tip of my dick with her tongue. She licked the tip for a while and paid particular attention to the tender spot directly under the tip.
When she felt I had had enough of this treatment she again parted her lips and lowered her head onto my dick. This time she didn’t just stop at the tip, she took several inches of my dick into her mouth.
She started to bob her head up and down; she really gave me a proper blow job. As she started her lips would barely touch my shaft so all I felt was the lightest of touches and the warmth of her mouth. She gradually increased the tightness of her mouth and the pace with which she bobbed her head.
I couldn’t believe how amazing Mrs. Chika’s mouth felt. I had to work hard to not cum all over her tongue when she was licking the tip of my dick, but this was too much to stand. I desperately wanted to open my eyes and watch Mrs. Chika work, but I was so close to the edge that I knew the sight of her would be too much to take. I could feel her increasing the pressure on me with her lips and I could only throw back my head and moan.
I wanted it to last forever but I felt my balls tighten and I knew I was about to cum. With a loud groan, I started cumming into Mrs. Chika’s mouth.
I opened my eyes to see what she would do and I saw her quickly move her mouth so only the tip of my dick remained in her warm mouth. She was holding my dick very firmly now between her lips and quickly wrapped her hand around the base of my dick. Mrs. Chika began quickly pumping her hand up and down along my shaft.
My dick was coated in her saliva so her hand glided smoothly as she pumped. I shot load after load into her mouth. After the first couple of jets, I noticed that Mrs. Chika opened her mouth slightly and was letting some of my cum dribble from her mouth back down onto my dick.
Her pumping hand quickly smeared the cum along the length of my dick until it was entirely coated with the sticky combination of my cum and her spit. I thought I was going to cum forever but eventually, my ripples subsided.
Mrs. Chika slowly removed her mouth from my dick and raised her head to look me in the eyes. We stared into each other’s eyes for a few moments and Mrs. Chika very slowly and deliberately swallowed the cum that remained in her mouth. She then very suggestively licked the cum off her lips and cheeks that had been smeared there.
She then took the hand that had been wrapped around my dick and brought it up to my lips. Her hand was covered with my cum and at first, I pulled back. Mrs. Chika raised an eyebrow and said, “Now Lenny, for this to continue I need to have a willing student.”
I leaned forward and took the tip of one of her fingers into my mouth. I was hesitant at first but I quickly got into my work and soon had completely licked her hand clean. I wasn’t sure I enjoyed tasting my cum, but I was in no position to argue with Mrs. Chika.
Not long after I had cleaned her hand Mrs. Chika said, “OK, that is your lesson for today. Your next lesson will be in one week at my house. I have written the address and other details on this paper. Your homework for our next session is that you must not jerk off between now and then. Do you understand?”
I quickly agreed and started putting my trousers back on. Mrs. Chika drove me to my neighborhood but dropped me off several meters from my house so my neighbors wouldn’t see her. As she stopped the car I didn’t know what to say so I only said, “Thanks, Mrs. Chika.”
She laughed out loud at my formality and replied, “I think that, as long as we are away from school, you can call me Chika.” With that, she quickly grabbed my crotch and told me she had to go. I stepped out of the car and finished my walk home hoping nobody would notice the huge bulge in my trouser.
My alarm clock rang and I woke quickly from my restive sleep. If last week had passed slowly then this week was a real torment. The past few days were especially hard, as I had been following Mrs. Chika’s instructions to not masturbate. I felt like I had a constant erection. Friday finally had arrived and I was counting the seconds until my lesson. I had memorized the directions she had given me last week.
“The next lesson will be on Friday at my house starting at 10 PM sharp. My house is at 15, Gbenga estate. When you arrive the gate will be open. Walk into the gate, gather your things, go through the door on the left side of the gate, and be sure to hit the button to close the gate as you enter the house. This lesson will be more intense so come prepared to stay until I feel you’ve learned what you will need.”
The last bell of the day rang and I hurried home to get ready. As usual, my parents had gone away for the weekend and I would be on my own until Sunday night. Finally, the time came and I drove to Mrs. Chika’s house.
I followed her directions exactly and glanced at my watch as I got out of the car taxi near her gate. 9:58, perfect. I entered the doorway as instructed and closed the gate.
I didn’t know what to expect inside Mrs. Chika’s house and as I stepped into the entrance I said a quick,
“Hello?” Her house was very simply but stylishly decorated. The windows were shut and some candles were burning. Some music was softly playing on the stereo.
“Hi, Lenny. Right on time. I figured you weren’t going to be late.” Mrs. Chika slowly stood as she greeted me and my jaw dropped open when I saw her.
This post has already been read 10412 times!
