Miss Burke collected me in her car at noon and we drove across the city towards her home.

“I have been thinking about you,” she said.

Shifting in her seat she drew up her skirt, driving one handed.

“Look, Thinking about you makes me wet.”

She was bare legged. Where her strong thighs met was a triangle of white cotton, wisps of hair escaping at the edges. darkened at it’s centre by her moisture.

“This is what happens to women when they feel sexy . It’s not pee”, she giggled, “it’s my love juice”.

Fingers pushed aside the fabric and delved into her pussy, working into her hole. She withdrew them and offered them to my mouth. I licked them, tasting her sour musk and she pushed them between my lips for me to suck.

“This is what my love tastes like when I think of you.”

She returned her clean fingers to the controls of the car.

“Nearly home," she said, turning into a quiet residential street.

She parked on her drive, rearranged her skirt then led me into her house, up the stairs to her bedroom.
Her hands moved quickly over my clothing, unfastening and removing it until I was naked.

“What a beautiful cock," she cooed, smiling as she removed her own clothes.

Turning slowly around she asked me if I liked what I saw. Her heavy breasts swung as she moved, full, curving buttocks flexed as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other separated by a shadowy crevice. A mat of glossy brown hair, parted by protruding labia sparkling with moisture, nestled between her long legs.

“You like what you see, don’t you?”

Dry mouthed, I croaked “Yes Miss," in reply.

Drawing me to her we fell onto her bed, kissing open mouthed, arms enfolding each other. We rolled back and forth, our tongues meshing, her breasts squashed to my chest. Her pubic hair tickled against my thighs, my stomach and my cock as we moved across each other.
She settled under me, telling me to take my weight on my arms. A hand moved between us, taking my cock and lodging it’s head at her pussy entrance. Then her hands were on my bottom, gripping it’s cheeks, her digging nails sending shivers of pain through my loins.
She sighed, telling me to fuck her so I pushed into her. Ridges of hot flesh gripped my shaft, rolling back my foreskin as I slid into her depths.

“Go on now, fuck me," she instructed.

I lifted my hips, feeling my foreskin roll back over the glans. I pushed in again, deeper this time, her hands pulling me to her crotch. Again I withdrew and again I pushed back into her, and again and again, working my cock through her hot yielding wetness.
Her breathing followed my movement, gasping as I went into her, sucking in air as I withdrew and we rode against each other in a steady rhythm.
She told me to look into her eyes

“Do you love me?” she panted.

I realised that I did and said, “Yes Miss.”

“Then tell me.”

“I love you, Miss."

Her eyes rolled, almost disappearing behind half closed lids. Her nails dug deeper into my bottom, the pain melding with the growing pressure in my loins and she rolled her hips to meet mine.
Our pubic bones banged together, she yelped, softly at first, then louder as I began to lose control. She heaved, almost tossing me off and cried out that I was making her cum. My arms collapsed and I fell onto her tits, juddering into orgasm.

“That’s it, that’s it. Put your love into me."

I exploded.

“Oh my love," she sobbed as I bucked through orgasm, “That’s it, my love. Put your love into me."

I trembled and shook, jerking my hips as I tried to make the pleasure continue but slowly the tension dissipated.

She shifted under me, my limp cock slipped from her and she offered a nipple to my mouth. She stroked my hair and I suckled on her thick teat as my breathing calmed.
After long minutes lying together she got up and knelt over my face. Her arching thighs met at her pussy, wet and swollen, pouting lips splayed.

“Open wide," she instructed, “now you must drink your love from me."

Fingers delved into her hole coaxing trickles of stringy sperm onto my waiting tongue. I gulped it down. It tasted of us both.
She lowered herself, pressing her pussy to my mouth. I pushed my tongue inside, wriggling it, drawing out the last drops of my cum. She lowered her head to my loins and popped my flaccid cock into her mouth. Her hips worked over me, sliding her clitoris to my lips. I kissed it then began working my tongue over it as she sucked on me.
She shuffled back and forth over my face, grinding her sex against my mouth. She came again. I could feel her moans vibrating against my cock as she tongued.She pushed her pussy harder against my face, oozing yet more juice into my mouth.

My loins stirred and I felt my cock grow. Her head bobbed as she mouth-fucked me, still uttering little yelps as I sucked on her gaping sex. It was hard to concentrate on the task before me but I did my best, holding her bottom cheeks, squirming my tongue over her, relishing the taste.

Then she moved onto hands and knees, pushing her bottom towards me and whispered for me to kneel behind her. She reached between her legs and guided my cock back into her pussy. I took her hips and pushed into her, pressing against her firm bum. I began working myself in and out her hole and she rocked back and forth, slowly, firmly, meeting my thrusts. I looked at her, splayed buttocks bouncing above my crotch, her smooth back arched, head on the bed, arms outstretched, fingers clawing at the rumpled bedclothes.
I was coming again, my knees almost buckling as wave upon wave burst from the pit of my stomach, through my balls, through my cock.

“Oh Miss," I cried.

“My Love," she gasped, “you make me cum.”

Pulling her hips tight against my groin I emptied deep into her cumming pussy, grinding my orgasm into hers.

She told me to lick her out and not to swallow a drop.

“That is your love and mine mixed together inside me and when you have licked it all out I want you to kiss me."

I pressed my lips to her sex, I lapped up trickles from her thick labia then delved into her hole, gathering cream into my mouth.
My nose pressed against her anus, it’s earthy aroma surprised me. It was so different from what I expected yet it still smelled of her.

“Now kiss me."

She turned onto her back, drawing me over her bosom, forcing her tongue past my lips. She licked out our cum, lolled it around her mouth then spat it back into mine.

She said, “Now you can swallow," and I did, gulping down our juice.

We lay on our backs holding hands for a few minutes, regaining our breath.
Miss Burke broke the silence. She told me that I far exceeded her expectations. Normally it took a month of mentoring to prepare pupil members for initiation but she believed I had all the qualities required physically and emotionally. I had a few rough edges and more to learn but ready to go through to the second level of mentoring.

“We can begin now, if you like? You can stay for a few hours more, can’t you?” She got up and put on a dressing gown.

I asked her what the second level meant. She said to wait a while and she would come back with drinks and explain.