Mrs. Chika gave a devilish smile when I
said that and
replied, “I better put you out of your misery
that she grabbed the waistband of my
boxers and pushed
them to the floor with one smooth motion.
My d–k popped out of my boxers and
stood straight out
from my body pointing directly at Mrs.
He could see it bent slightly. Mrs. Chika
took a couple of seconds
to simply stare at my d–k as it danced in
front of her. She finally
reached up with her right hand and started
to massage the area
just at the base of my d–k. She let my
pubic hair run through
her fingers as she rubbed the entire area
around my s—t. Finally she wrapped her
fingers around the base of my c–k. Her
grip was very gentle at first as she just
held my d–k in her hand.
She tightened her grip slightly and started
I was in heaven. I couldn’t believe how
good this felt. Mrs. Chika
started stroking faster with her right hand
and reached up to
cup my balls with her left hand. She finally
whispered, “C-m for
me Lenny. I want to watch you c-m.”
Hearing her say those
words was more than I could take. Just at
that moment she
started stroking me even harder and I
moaned loudly as I
started to c-m.
Mrs. Chika had shifted so my d–k was
pointed directly at her
b—–s but my first shot of c-m was so
forceful that it ended up
landing near her shoulder.
Stream after stream of c-m erupted from
my d–k as she
continued to stroke me. The entire front of
Mrs. Chika’s top was
now covered with my c-m. Large drops of
c-m were sticking to
her b—–s and began to slowly drip down
toward her stomach.
Mrs. Chika continued to rub and stoke my
c–k as it softened.
She finally collected the c-m that was still
hanging from the tip
of my d–k with her fingers and quickly
licked it from her
fingers. She sat back slightly and looked at
me as she spread her
legs slightly and pulled her skirt up to her
waist. She didn’t need
to say anything as her body language
clearly said it was her turn
and I didn’t waste any time getting to work.
I quickly dropped to my knees between
Mrs. Chika’s spread legs.
I reached one hand out to each of Mrs.
Chika’s knees and gently
began to massage her thighs just above
her knees. The feel of
her firm but soft flesh really turned me on.
I slowly allowed my
massage to progress further up her thighs
and began paying
more attention to the insides of her legs.
As my massage continued I noticed how
wet the crotch of Mrs.
Chika’s panties had become. The smell
also struck me. Mrs.
Chika’s strong, musky scent had my head
spinning and made my
d–k start to tingle again. My massage had
now reached the very
tops of Mrs. Chika’s thighs and I had
started to allow my fingers
to pass over her p—y. I couldn’t feel much
through her panties,
but I could feel her wetness.
Without saying anything Mrs. Chika took
my hands and guided
them to the waistband of her panties and it
slipped down to her
I looked again between Mrs. Chika’s legs
and saw the p—y I so
often fantasized about for the first time.
Her p—y was very
hairy and not like anything I had seen in
magazines or on videos.
Her p—y lips were swollen and covered in
her own moisture. I
could see the wetness glistening from her
v—-a and without
thinking moved my hands up to feel the
wetness. I slowly ran
my fingers through the hairs on her p—y.
I cupped her p—y with my right hand and
felt her juices run
over my palm and fingers. As I explored
her p—y Mrs. Chika
started to slowly rotate her hips.
Occasionally I would look up at
her face and found that Mrs. Chika was
watching me and leaning her head back
and enjoying the
Finally I decided I needed to feel inside her
p—y and placed a
finger at the entrance to her v—-a. I slowly
started to insert my
finger when Mrs. Chika rocked her hips
forward and pushed
herself completely on my finger. It was
wonderfully wet and
warm and I quickly inserted a second and
then a third finger.
I wasn’t sure exactly what to do so I slowly
started to move my
fingers in and out. With my other hand I
began exploring the
area just above her v—-a where I knew the
c–t was located. As I
slowly finger f—-d her I gently massaged
her p—y with my
other hand and paid particular attention to
any areas that
seemed to get a reaction from Mrs. Chika.
Mrs. Chika had begun rocking her hips
more and more and was
taking a more active role in the finger f—–
g. Suddenly she
whispered, “Oh Lenny, that’s the spot. Keep
your hand right
there.” Hearing the lustiness of her voice at
completely turned me on. I had heard her
thousands of times over the past few years,
but it had never
sounded like that. I concentrated my
massage to that small area
and really began to watch Mrs. Chika’s
Very quickly Mrs. Chika again spoke, this
time with more
urgency in her voice, “F–k me faster,
Lenny.” I did as
commanded and greatly increased the
speed of my finger
f—–g. At this point, my whole hand was
covered with her
p—y juice. I felt Mrs. Chika’s p—y clench
around fingers and
her body suddenly tightened.
Through clenched teeth she cried, “Ohhhh
yes.” Her p—y
spasmed around my fingers and I knew
that she was cumming. I
continued to finger f–k her as she came
and then slowed the
f—–g as she regained her composure.
The room was silent for a few moments
except for the sound of
Mrs. Chika’s heavy breathing as she tried
to regain her breath.
She reached down and took hold of my
hand around my wrist
and removed it from her p—y. She slowly
brought my hand up
to my mouth and said softly, “Taste it.
Taste me.” I did as
instructed, slowly and anxiously at first, but
then with more
enthusiasm as I realized that I enjoyed the
Mrs. Chika moaned as she watched me
clean off my hand. When
I finished she released my hand and stood
up. She stepped out
of her panties and pulled her skirt down.
She picked up her
underwear and walked over to her desk. I
was still kneeling on
the floor with my own pants and boxers
around his ankles. My
d–k was semi-rigid at this point as I
watched Mrs. Chika. She
stood at her desk with her back to me for a
few seconds and
then said, “I think you should go.”. I didn’t
know what I expected her to say, but that
wasn’t it. I
mumbled a quick, “OK.” I stood and quickly
got dressed. Mrs.
Chika walked around behind her desk and
sat in her chair. I
thought I noticed her quickly glancing at
me, but every time I
looked at her she would look away. I
gathered my school bag
and book, with one last look back at Mrs.
Chika, I left her office.
As I walked toward home, my head was
spinning. I couldn’t
believe the encounter I just had, but I was
also confused at the
way it had ended. I had expected a good-
bye kiss or something
but instead I had been dismissed. Had Mrs.
Chika played me and
used me as a sexual ragdoll to get herself
off, or had the whole
thing been a wonderful spontaneous
moment? I spent the whole
rest of the weekend either trying to figure
out what to do next
with Mrs. Chika or masturbating to my
memories of Friday.
A couple of times I decided to call her, but I
would be fearful.
What if her husband answered the phone?
What would I say? I
ultimately decided that as much as I
wanted to I would have to
wait for Mrs. Chika to make the next move.
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