MRS. CHIKA, MY FAVOURITE TEACHER (The Fvck Tales Of My Life….18+) Part 3

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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 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 f–k 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 trouser 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 f–k
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 d–k. 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 d–
k. She tickled the tip
briefly with her tongue and could already
taste my pre-c-m. She
removed her mouth and moved her head
underneath my d–k.
She began to gently kiss and lick the
underside of my d–k from
the tip to my balls.

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