MRS. CHIKA, MY FAVOURITE TEACHER (The Fvck Tales Of My Life….18+) Part 1
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I smiled as the bell rang. The final bell on
Friday always
sounded so much better than any of the
other bells during
the week. I happily gathered up my stuff
and arranged my
school bag as I started looking forward to
the upcoming
weekend.
I was nearing the end of my senior year in
secondary school
and, having turned 18 a few months ago, I
knew that I would
have a weekend of freedom as my parents
would be leaving
town. Actually, they had been making it a
near habit for nearly
the past year to go to the family’s vacation
whenever the
weather was nice. They had stopped
asking me if I wanted to go
and I figured they enjoyed the time alone as
much as I enjoyed
having the house alone. I organized my
desk and grabbed the stuff that i would
need to
take home with me. As i did most days
when i didn’t have
lessons after school i headed toward Mrs
Chika’s room. Mrs
Chika had been my English teacher back
when I was in junior
class and had offered to tutor me after
school when she noticed
I was having a tough time in class. I went
to her office nearly
every day after school for almost a whole
session and she would
help me get through my work. Eventually I
straightened out my
problems with English, but I still made it a
habit to stop by Mrs
Chika’s room whenever I could through the
rest of my years at
the school.
I headed up the stairs to her office and
started to plan out my
weekend. A typical weekend would consist
of going on a date or
just going out flexing with some friends. I
knew that having the
house to me was a treat and I never
abused that by having a big
party. This weekend was a little different in
that all my friends
were otherwise occupied and I couldn’t get
any dates lined up,
so it looked like I would have a lot of time
to myself. I thought
that perhaps a Indecency or two would release
some of the sexual
energy that I seemed to constantly have
bottled up inside me.
Sometimes I would wonder why I continued
seeing Mrs. Chika
regularly even through my senior year. We
no longer even
talked about my schoolwork and
sometimes would just chat or
she would have me help mark some
papers. The truth was that I
always felt grateful to her for helping me
out back then and I
wanted to somehow make it up to her. We
had become pretty
good friends through the years and she
seemed to really enjoy
my visits, so I didn’t feel weird about
continuing to stop by. The
fact that I had carried a crush on Mrs.
Chika all these years
didn’t hurt either.
I never asked but I guessed she was
probably between 35 and
40 years old. She carried herself with an
elegance that had
always appealed to me. Her hair was short
but always very
elegant and always perfectly done. Mrs.
Chika always dressed
very properly which meant that she always
wore skirts & high
heels. I found that her style of dress was
particularly appealing.
Perhaps it was the fact that she never
showed too much leg or
too much of her boobs that made me
desire what was
underneath all the more. When I first
starting seeing her for
lessons I found it difficult to concentrate on
the lessons instead
of staring at her b—–s.
They were large but definitely not too large
for her frame. “Just
more than a handful” was the term that my
friends and I had
once jokingly used when we were
discussing some of the more
lustful things we wouldn’t have minded
doing with their teacher.
Through time I thought I had gotten pretty
good at sneaking
looks at her shapely a-s or the perfect
outline of her b—–s
encased in those teasing tops.
I entered Mrs. Chika’s room and found her
busy at her desk
arranging some new items for her class. I
said hello and asked if
I could help. Mrs. Chika replied that I could
go get her a drink
from the staff canteen and then, if I had
time, I could help her
put up the new notice on the board. “Sure
thing,” I replied since
I knew I didn’t have any other plans for the
afternoon.
When I returned with the drink, I found her
standing on her tip
toes trying to figure out where she wanted
to arrange the new
items. Since I was a little taller than she
was, she asked me if I
wouldn’t mind doing that for her. She
described how she
wanted it to look and then left me to my
work. Mrs. Chika
returned to her desk to finish marking some
papers.
After a short while she looked up and saw
that I had nearly
finished. She picked up her drink and
walked up behind me to
compliment me on a job well done. She
was standing right
behind me when she said, “Looks good.”
For some reason I had lost focus and was
going about my work
while daydreaming about what sort of
Indecency I should watch
later. Mrs. Chika’s words surprised me and
caused me to jump
and spin around suddenly. As I spun my
elbow knocked into her
drink and spilt the content all over the front
of her top. I started
apologizing profusely and grabbed a
nearby roll of paper towels.
I tore off several sheets and started to
quickly try to clean up
some of the stain from her top before any
more of it soaked
into the material.
I repeatedly apologized and although Mrs.
Chika kept telling me
it was fine and that she was just as much
to blame for sneaking
up on me it didn’t help me. I was very
embarrassed at spilling
the coffee and could only think about trying
to clean off her
shirt. Mrs. Chika kept telling me to stop
and it wasn’t a big deal,
but I wasn’t listening because I was too
busy trying to apologize.
She finally leaned over to set down her cup
just as I was leaning
over to grab more paper towels with one
hand while still trying
to wipe her off with the other hand. I
wasn’t sure exactly how it happened, but
somehow through
both of our movements my hand was now
rubbing Mrs. Chika
directly on her right b—-t. I had been
rubbing in small circles
and had actually been rubbing her b—-t for
a few seconds
before I realized it. When I did notice I
completely froze not
knowing what to do. We both stood
completely still for a couple
of seconds with my hand still covering her
b—-t.
I finally came to my senses and quickly
removed my hand with a
hurried apology, but not before I felt the
biggest charge of
sexual energy I had ever felt.
My d–k shuddered in my trousers as I
quickly realized I had
really groped Mrs. Chika’s b—-t.
I looked up to see what Mrs. Chika was
doing. As we made eye
contact for the first time since the touch I
noticed that she
wasn’t angry at all. Instead, the look on her
face was mostly
blank but there was a slight twinkle in her
eye that helped stiffen
my growing erection. “I should probably be
going,” I started to
say. I was quickly cut off by Mrs. Chika
saying, “I don’t think I
can let you leave yet. You still have some
cleaning up to do.”
That last sentence hung in the air as I tried
to figure out exactly
what she meant. Mrs. Chika finally broke
our eye contact and
made a quick glance down to the front of
her shirt. Still not
quite sure what she wanted, I grabbed
some tissue paper and
again started rubbing the front of her shirt.
I started up by her
shoulder and then moved down to her
stomach skipping over
her b—–s. The sexual energy building in
me was ready to boil
over and I now had a full erection.
I didn’t have much experience at reading
these types of
situations, but I was pretty sure Mrs. Chika
was also enjoying the
“cleaning”. I again started rubbing her
shoulder but this time
allowed my fingers to drop a little lower.
“What the hell am I
doing?” I thought to myself. As I tried to
answer the question, I
allowed my fingers to drop yet still lower.
Mrs. Chika made no moves to stop me and
I decided it was time
to see how far she would let me go. I
moved my hand down
until I was now rubbing the top of her b—-t.
I held my breath and was already working
on what I would say
when she asked what the hell I was doing.
She never asked. I
rubbed the top side of her b—-t for a while
and then allowed
my hands to slide completely over her b—-
t. I also brought my
other hand up from my side and cupped
her other b—-t with
it. Mrs. Chika had closed her eyes and
tipped her head back
slightly, so I assumed that she had no
intentions of stopping me.
As I rubbed and caressed her b—–s, I
couldn’t believe how
amazingly sexy they felt under her top. I
could feel her n—–s
begin to stiffen and occasionally my fingers
make small circles
around them. Soon her n—–s were
standing very erect and
were quite prominently sticking out from
her b—–s.
Mrs. Chika’s breathing had become a little
irregular and her lips
were now slightly parted. Her b—–s were
very soft under my
fingers and as I slid my fingers gently over
her b—–s I quickly
wondered what they would feel like naked.
Before I could think about that any longer,
Mrs. Chika opened
her eyes and looked me directly in the face.
She slowly moved
toward me and pushed me back against
the wall as her lips
made their first contact with mine. The kiss
started softly with
our lips dancing lightly against each other,
but soon she pressed
into me harder and the embrace became
less passionate and
more lustful.
She parted her lips slightly and started
exploring my lips with
her tongue. She then shoved her tongue
into my mouth and
started to roughly wrestle her tongue
against mine.
I was also aware of her hands slowly
sliding up and down the
sides of my hips and the charge I felt from
her touch was almost
enough to make me c-m. Mrs. Chika broke
the kiss and sat down at the nearest desk
facing
me. She looped a finger under my belt and
pulled me toward
her until I was standing directly in front of
her. Her hands
returned to my hips and she again started
rubbing my hips and
then my thighs in slow up and down
motions. Just as I thought I
couldn’t take anymore teasing, one of her
hands slowly found its
way to the throbbing bulge in my trouser.
She slowly and softly explored my erection
through my jeans
before finally reaching up to undo my belt.
She next unfastened the button on my
trouser and very slowly
unzipped the zipper. She pushed the
trouser down around my
ankles and I now stood in front of her with
only my boxer shorts
keeping my d–k from pointing straight at
her.
She repeated her slow massage of my now
exposed thighs and
was allowing her fingers to slide higher and
higher under my
boxers until she was nearly making contact
with my balls.
I couldn’t believe how hard I had become
and didn’t know how
long I could last. I noticed a wet spot on
my boxers were I had
already released some pre-c-m in
preparation for whatever was
about to happen. Mrs. Chika also noticed
the wet spot and began
to rub her thumb over the wet spot until it
grew much larger.
Finally I had to say, “I don’t think I can take
much more.”.

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