MRS. CHIKA, MY FAVOURITE TEACHER (The Fvck Tales Of My Life….18+) Part 7

IF YOU MISSED PART 6 CLICK HERE

We each slept late into the morning. As I
started to stir it
took me a few seconds to remember where
I was and what
had happened the previous night. If I had
woke up in my
own bed I could have been easily convinced
that the
whole thing had been a dream. I looked
over on the bed
next to me and saw the sleeping form of
Chika, my former
teacher turned-lover.
I watched her naked body as she slept. As I
observed her naked
body, I could see some wrinkles and some
sags, but for a
woman over twice my age Chika was
definitely still beautiful.
As I watched her she began to stir and
soon woke up. She smiled
warmly at me and said, “Morning lover.”
We kissed each other
and then just lay still holding each other in
our arms. We kissed again and as we broke
the kiss she said, “I don’t know
about you, but I could use a shower to
clean up.”
I agreed that a shower sounded good and
followed her into the
master bathroom. The bathroom was very
large and quite
impressive. It was obviously a custom bath
and had a walk-in
shower with two shower heads, two sinks
sitting side by side,
and an oversized tub. Chika stepped into
the shower and
adjusted the water.
She came out and gathered some towels. I
stood and watched
her move. Even naked she carried herself
with a maturity and
class that turned me on.
As she passed with the towels I couldn’t
help but reach out and
grope one of her boobs. She gave me a
quick smile and
massaged my completely flaccid d–k and
said, “OH, your mind
is willing but the flesh is weak.” We both
laughed and stepped
into the shower.
We let the warm water run over us for a
few minutes as we
caressed each other before Chika said,
“Lenny, every woman I
know loves to have her hair washed for
her. In fact, bathing
your partner is a very e—-c experience.”
She handed me a
bottle of body wash and turned her back to
me.
I quickly soaped her hair and gave her a
long, slow rinse. I
enjoyed the intimacy of this act and
especially enjoyed watching
the foamy lather as it dripped down her
naked body. I rinsed her hair and picked up
a bar of soap. I built up big foam
and began to wash her body. I made sure I
rubbed every part of
her at least twice. I spent the most time
soaping her p—y and
b—–s; however the simple feel of her
soapy skin under my
touch was driving me wild.
After I had thoroughly soaped and rinsed
Chika she picked up
the soap and began to wash me. As I had
done her hands
explored every inch of me. She paid the
most attention to my
a-s and d–k. As she stood behind me she
built up lots of foam
and began to massage my a-s.
I loved the feel of her hands working the
lather into my a-s
cheeks. I was surprised as she slipped a
finger between my a-s
cheeks and it began to explore my crack. I
parted my legs
slightly to provide her better access. Her
hand dipped lower and
rubbed the sensitive skin between my a—–
e and my balls.
I had never thought much about this area
but Chika’s touch was
sending shivers through me. I felt Chika’s
hand begin to leave
this area and I was momentarily sad until I
felt her fingertip on
my a—–e.
I had never explored my a-s sexually and
generally felt that was
something only “gays” did. Her touch
caused me to be anxious
at first. She whispered, “Relax, trust me.” I
tried to relax as her
finger returned to my a—–e. The finger was
still quite soapy and slid easily back and
forth
across my anus.
I visibly relaxed and was beginning to enjoy
her touch. I felt
more pressure on my a—–e and heard
Chika say, “Don’t fight
it. Relax and enjoy.” I felt the tip of her
finger enter my a-s. She
stopped there to give me time to adjust.
The feeling was unusual
at first and I wasn’t sure what to think.
I stood still for a while as Chika massaged
me with her free hand.
Soon, I again felt the pressure increase as
she shoved more of
her finger up my a-s. I didn’t know how
much she had shoved in
but the pressure built even higher as she
pushed. I expected it to
begin to hurt but it did not. Instead the
pressure I felt started to
arouse me.
Chika had inserted her index finger to the
main knuckle and was
waiting for me to again relax. When she felt
I was ready she
started to slowly f–k my a-s with her
finger. She started with
her motions very small and slow and
allowed them to build as I
became more comfortable.
After a long time and lots of work she was
able to f–k my a-s
with nearly the whole length of her finger.
Although reluctant at first I began to enjoy
my first anal
experience. As she finger f—-d my a-s my
d–k had become
semi-hard again even though it hadn’t been
touched recently.
“Do you like getting f—-d like this?” Mrs.
Chika quietly asked.
I replied, “Uh-huh.”
Chika continued to finger f–k me for
several more minutes
until she felt I had had enough. She slowly
removed her finger
from me and spun me around. She began
to thoroughly wash
my front. With soapy hands she gently
fondled my balls and
stroked my d–k.
As she did this I became nearly fully erect
and began thinking I
might get to try f—–g in the shower.
Instead she released me
and began rinsing me off. She said,
“We’ve got to save something for later.”
We kissed and fondled each other for
several more minutes
until Chika said she was starving and
suggested we fix something
to eat. I agreed and we towelled off. Chika
put on only her silk
gown and she got a second silk robe for
me to wear.
We headed into the kitchen in search of
food. We prepared a
very large breakfast and sat down together
to eat. We chatted
and read newspapers as we each took our
time finishing. When we had finally finished
and the paper had been read,
Chika said, “I’ve got some work I need to
mark. Did you happen
to bring a swimming trunk?”

I replied that I hadn’t and she went off to
her son’s room to see
if one of his swim trunk would fit me.
Although it was still before
noon the weather was getting hotter.
Mrs. Chika returned with a trunk and said,
“Try this one on, it
looks your size.” I slipped on the trunk and,
although it was a
little big, it was close enough. “Looks
good,” Chika said as I
modelled the attire for her,
“I’ll be right back.” She disappeared down
the hall to the
bedroom and was gone for several
minutes.
When she returned she wore a robe and a
pair of sandals. “Shall
we head out back?” she asked.
I nodded and got up to follow her. She
collected some stacks of
notes and led me to the backyard. Just on
the other side of the
backyard was swimming pool. There were
several comfortable
looking chairs there and one large table
shaded by a big
umbrella. Chika moved to the table and
began spreading out her work.
“Make yourself comfortable,” she said to
me, “there are plenty
of drinks in the kitchen and there is a radio
over by that other
chair if you want to turn that on.”
I got the radio and took a seat in one of the
chairs. I took a dip in
the pool. As I swam I noticed their
backyard was surrounded by
a tall wooden fence which, combined with
some trees and
bushes, effectively blocked all views from
neighbouring houses.
He liked the fact we could just hang out
and relax without
having to worry about being “caught”.
We passed the rest of the morning and the
early afternoon in
this way. Chika diligently did her work at
the table and I read,
dozed, swam, and relaxed. Occasionally
one or the other of us
went into the house and came back with a
snack or a drink, but
otherwise we both just relaxed by the pool.
As the temperature increased Chika initially
loosened her robe
and then ultimately removed it completely.
Underneath she wore a bikini that was low
cut in the front and
revealed some of her beautiful cleavage.
The back was open all
the way down to her a-s and it was held in
place by a couple of
thin straps that were tied behind her neck.
I found myself staring at her more and
more often as the day
progressed.
She finally finished her work and put all of
her books away
inside the house. She came back outside
and did a beautiful dive
into the pool. She began swimming back
and forth and I figured
this was how she helped keep her body in
such great shape.
I watched her as she swam back and forth
for several minutes.
She finally paused and caught her breath.
“Care to join me?” she asked.

CLICK HERE TO READ PART 8



Click Here To See The List Of Our Completed Stories

For A Better Experience On Our Website, Use Chrome Browser Or Firefox Browser. To Use Opera Mini Browser , Disable Your Data Saver Or Turn It OFF Completely


DONATE TO US!
Please Click Here To Support Our Hand Work Financially.
We Pay Our Story Writers.
No Amount Is Small.
Thank You And God Bless.


HELLO DEAR, DO YOU NEED ANY ASSISTANCE?
Click To Chat With Me Live On WhatsApp, I'm Always Available.


Always Use The Search At The Top or Bottom of This Page To Find Any Story Part You Need. Just Type The Name Of The Story You Are Looking For. And Boom, You Have It.


For Your Easy Access, Save Or Bookmark Our Website CoolStories22.Com On Your Favorite Browser, So That You Can Easily Re-visit Daily.


SHOW US LOVE!:
Thank you for reading our stories. I'm sure you enjoy them. Please support us by sharing these stories to your friends. Someone had probably shared this to you and that was why you had the opportunity to read it too. Lets continue the cycle. Just one share from you can make us grow bigger. Please don't go without sharing.


THANKS!!!


Get Our Free Daily Email Updates

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.