The Group Pt2

The afternoon passed in a blur. I had two further lessons but managed no more than to stare at text books through them both and saw nothing but images of Miss Burke’s heaving breasts.
At the four o’clock bell I made my way back to her class room. She told me to take a chair and sat next to me.

“ A small group of teachers here provide tutoring for select pupils, special tutoring in the ways of love. Each teacher mentors just one pupil, all sixth formers like yourself. They learn all the wonderful different ways people can make love, preparing them for the big world they will enter in a year or two. Would you like me to be your mentor?”

“Yes Miss”, I blurted out. I was unsure of just what she meant but wanting anything she said.

“Other teachers will help with your learning from time to time and when you are ready you will be initiated into the group. We meet for special occasions where we share love freely with each other in all it’s forms. As a member you can be called out by another teacher member. Calling out means you will make love with them but they will only ask through me”.

 I asked who the other teachers were but she laughed saying that I couldn’t be told yet. I asked what was meant by ‘initiation’ and she said it would be some time before it was decided how I would be initiated and that it would take place at a group meeting.
“Not a full meeting of all members, just the teacher members. Once initiated you will attend all full meetings”.

My cock, which had been semi erect throughout the afternoon was now throbbing. I nodded, understanding of her words if not how all this would happen.

“I think you are mature enough to keep secret all that happens between us and you must extend this secrecy to all group members. Are you able to keep a secret?”

“Yes Miss”

“Good. Now take off your blazer, trousers and pants and sit here”, she gestured to the edge of her desk. I quickly did as she told me, almost tripping in my haste.

She drew up her chair saying how nice it was to see my lovely cock again then opened her blouse and brassier, allowing her mounds to fall free. Leaning over she pushed them together, trapping my cock between them and began rocking gently back and forth. Pushing and squeezing her tits she manipulated my cock wanking me as I steadied myself with a hand on her shoulder. Shuffling back and forth on the desk I watched my knob slide between her cleavage. My orgasm approached fast.

“Not yet”, she giggled and gripped the root of my shaft firmly. For long seconds she remained still, preventing my ejaculation. It felt as though the welling up she prevented in my cock moved through my body and I moaned as it reached my head, making me dizzy, blurring my vision. She remained still as my internalised almost explosion dissipated then recommenced rolling my prick between her tits.
Now she lowered her head,
“I’ve been looking forward to this”, she whispered, then extended her tongue, flickering it over the head of my cock. Pushing it out further she licked along my shaft, returning again and again to the base then along to the crown.

“Mmm, you taste good” she muttered between licks, then opened her mouth and took me in, lolling her tongue, noisily sucking my knob. Slowly she bobbed her head up and down on my shaft, each time taking more of me until I pressed against her throat. A hand cupped my balls, gently rolling them as her bobbing grew quicker, another grasped my shaft, working me into her mouth.
My orgasm grew deep in my loins, first an ache, then a churning heat. I moaned, trying to tell her it was coming but couldn’t form words. I couldn’t hold back and burst into her, juddering, collapsing over her as she sucked the sperm from me.
Lifting her head she smiled, opening her mouth to show me the creamy strings of cum inside. Sitting up straight she drew me into a kiss, working her cum covered tongue against mine. I had tasted my sperm – out of curiosity – before but now, passed back and forth from her lips to mine it tasted so different.

“The taste of love”, she laughed when she finally ended the kiss, “I adore it, don’t you?”

I gasped that I did.
She stood, lifted her skirt, slowly slipped her knickers down over the clasps of her suspender belt then stepped out of them. Sitting again, her skirt at her waist she opened her legs. She instructed to kneel before her then told me to look at her pussy. The hair there was thick and brown’ like the hair on her head.

“This is the seat of my love”, she whispered, “it all begins here”.

Casually she stroked herself, parting her sex, exposing a fleshy red gash. Staring transfixed I could feel it’s warmth on my face, smell her musk.

“This is my clitoris”, she indicated a bean of flesh with a finger, “kiss it with your lips”.

I did as she said, pressing my lips to her. She cooed and told me to lick it and I did. Then again and again, She shifted in her chair, pushing her sex to my face. She instructed me to lick her harder then faster and I did so for long minutes. Her breathing grew louder and turned to pants then gasps then little squeals.

“You’re making me cum”, she yelped, writhing in her seat forcing her hot sweaty sex onto my mouth. She held my face and lifted it upwards, looking into my eyes then she moved one hand to her crotch,
“Now suck here”.
I looked to see her proffering the flaps of her pussy. I did as she asked, sucking one, then the other, then both together and she came again, this time sighing deeply.

“Oh my love” she held my face in both hands again, “put your tongue into my hole”.

My face slid inches over her swollen sex and I pushed my tongue into her. She tasted different to how she smelled there, sort of citrusy. She urged me to fuck her with my tongue, rocking back and forth to meet my probing tongue, my nose rubbed her, filling with the same thick creamy liquid which oozed into my mouth. I gulped it down, hungry for more.

“Do you like the taste of my love?” she asked

I did, I loved everything about it, her taste, her smell, her feel. I loved how she pushed my face into her pussy, grinding roughly against me. I slipped my tongue out just long enough to tell her so before delving back inside her. In and out, scooping cream, delving ever deeper into her love.

She came again, gripping her thighs tightly as she yelped, releasing more juice into my mouth.
Eventually her thighs relaxed,
“Just lick me gently for a moment”, she instructed and as I lapped at her she whispered that was pleased with my work.

She took tissues and wiped her then my genitals clean. I dressed as she rearranged her clothing.

“It’s Saturday tomorrow, what are you doing?”

I said that I usually went into town to look at the shops then to the football match.

“Well you can give them a miss this week. Meet me at the entrance to the park at noon. Okay?”

“Yes Miss”, I answered.

She drew me to her and kissed me again. I could still taste my cum in her mouth.

“Good. Tomorrow then. Now off and catch your bus”