Teacher Lust Part 2 by The Courageous Pedagogue (C) 2002 The Courageous Pedagogue Part 2 - The Female Of The Species Following the goosing I had received at the hands of Fiona (one of my colleagues) in the previous chapter, the story moves on almost a month into the school term. The pupils had by now been introduced to me and their traits and personalities identified. I had been getting along with Fiona really well, having lunch every day and sat near her in the staff room during break times. It was almost as if the incident in Room 32 had never taken place. Our professional relationship was developing just fine - the only real reminder of the goosing was that I had stayed true to my submission and dutifully made the first cup of tea in the morning! It was a Tuesday morning in late September, the first hints of autumnal chill in the air as I made my way in to my homeroom. I left my case on my desk and ventured into the kitchen area that separated Room 32 and 33 (Fiona's homeroom). Before taking my coat off and hanging it on the back of my door, I picked up the kettle and promptly filled it with water. As I filled the kettle, Fiona walked into the kitchen area from her room. From behind I heard, "Good morning David, how are you this fine morning?" "Oh, good morning Fiona, I am very well thank you - just making the morning cuppa!" I replied. "Good journey in this morning?" "Mmmm, so so really. I got stuck behind a bloody school bus on the lanes. It would be a wonderful world without school buses." She explained. I had to differ, some of the stories I had heard about the incidents on school buses when I was at school would have made anyone blush. I had no reason to doubt that things had not changed. In fact, I suspected things had become worse! But that is another story. "Mmmmm, it's a pity that you don't live just round the corner like me. The worst thing for me in the morning is dodging the flattened hedgehog on Marshall Drive!" I jested. Fiona chuckled also, a real fresh gleam in her eyes. I plugged the kettle into the mains, got the cups ready and hung my coat up. We chatted as the kettle simmered to a boil. As I poured the water into the cups, I felt Fiona move up behind me and stroke my bottom. It made me flinch and I nearly spilt the water on the worktop. "Sshhh!" Fiona whispered. I remained motionless as I felt her hands begin to roam around my thighs and on to my crotch. She roughly rubbed my penis and balls with her fingertips through my trousers. "What are you up to Fiona?" I asked of her. "I fancy some fun at lunch time. Be here at twelve thirty or else!" Fiona ordered. All sorts of wonderful images flashed through my mind, this was the first time that Fiona had shown any sexual interest in me since before the term started. I coughed out of embarrassment. "I errrm, can't, not today anyway. I've got Linda Allback in for lunchtime detention, for fighting no less." I explained. Fiona was not having any of it, "That's no excuse Mr. Taylor. You will just have to lock the door. You will be here at twelve thirty." She squeezed my balls roughly and kept hold. "Ok, ok Fiona, let go - please. I will be here as soon as I have set Miss Allback her task." Fiona seemed happy with that, and I let out a sigh of relief as she relinquished her grasp of my balls. "Good boy! I am a horny girl today." She smirked and left for her homeroom. I was in two places within my mind at the prospect of this lunchtime rendezvous. On the one hand, I was horny too, but on the other, Fiona was going to be having some fun with a pupil (a girl) in the next room! My heart pounded at the fear of being caught in a dicey position. As I walked back into Room 32 with my tea, I pondered afresh what motives were driving Fiona - did she like me? Or was there something more sinister afoot? I was none the wiser as the bell sounded for registration and my pupils began to file in. At the start of the term I was programmed to be the home-teacher for new entrants to the school in their first year. I conducted the morning registration for these 11 year olds, their uniforms completely different from that I wore during my time at Weltby School. As I read through the names on the register, I quickly got to the names of the first mischief-makers, twin girls. "Alison Day?" I offered, "Yes Mr. Taylor." I heard. "Elizabeth Day?" I offered, "Yes Mr. Taylor." I heard. The names were all read accordingly and so it was a successful register, with full attendance. After reading out the daily bulletin of school news, the pupils talked amongst themselves until the bell for first lesson sounded. It was another day begun. The lessons passed quickly and it was soon lunchtime at Weltby School. Lunch was from twelve twenty, through to one twenty for afternoon registration. There I sat at my desk awaiting the attendance of Linda Allback, a spiky little 14 year old, who had a penchant for being cheeky to teachers and for fighting other pupils, mostly boys. There was a quiet knock at the door. I instructed for the knocker to enter, and so Linda came in and stood before my desk. Linda had dark brown hair with eyes to match. On her pretty face either side of her mouth, sat symmetrical beauty spots and her tidy uniform apparel created a picture of false innocence. "Hello Linda, please sit down." I instructed and pointed to a seat directly in front of me. Linda sat down without saying a word. It would seem that Linda was a rebel who played to an audience for during her detentions and more serious punishments, she carried a most remorseful and regretful persona. I could see her bite her lower lip. "Have you brought your lunch with you Linda?" I asked. "Yes, I have brought sandwiches sir." She replied almost tearfully. I felt that she was playing for sympathy and to be let out to see her friends. But I had seen her fighting Lisa Davis, totally unacceptable behaviour. It was true that Lisa had started the incident and that she had been dealt with by Ms. Greer. However, Greer had decided that lunchtime detention would be sufficient for Linda, and here she was. I quickly set her the chore of watering the plants in my room and then writing a five hundred word letter of apology to me on why fighting in class was bad etc. Quite lenient really, but then I was still a rookie! I left Linda with the watering can along with pen and paper and left for the kitchen area. Fiona was waiting for me. "Ah, Mr. Taylor." She said as she closed the door behind me and silently locked the door. She had already locked the door to Room 33 before I arrived. Fiona grabbed my arm and guided me to a tall cupboard and gently pushed me against it. Quickly, Fiona pressed her lips to mine as her hands roamed freely across my thighs and around my crotch. Feeling Fiona's hands moving across my crotch instantly instigated those tickling and tingly sensations within my manhood. I was rapidly becoming aroused as her tongue wrestled mine. I broke the kiss. "Fiona, be careful please, I have a pupil in the next room." I whispered so as not to raise interest from Linda, sat next door. "I give the orders here David, now don't be such a silly boy." She chided in an equally quiet but firm whisper. Her belittling words brought a wave of embarrassment and anger. As I tried to resist, Fiona merely reminded me of my predicament. Soon, Fiona was kissing me once more and her frisky hands were working at the zipper on my trousers. My anger turned to fear and the prospect of being caught, even though both entrance doors had been locked. I worried that Linda or anyone else might look through the keyhole. Soon, Fiona had my penis in her hand and was gently stroking it in her hands and smiling wickedly at me. "You seem to be enjoying this David don't you?" I nodded but not without blushing. I longed for the attentions of an attractive woman, but I was unsure as to whether or not I desired it under these circumstances. I felt powerless to stop her groping me - the consequences were too great. "I, I'm just worried about the key hole. What if Linda spies on us? What then?" I asked. "Well, that is just a risk we are going to have to take David. I'm sure that she will be a good girl and do her chore." "But what if she finishes early and comes to the door? What if she hears and looks though the keyhole?" I went on. "Ssshh, you worry too much. Take it like a man - everything we do is full of risk." Fiona replied. Her hand now gently jacking me off. My breathing became heavy and I wanted to come right away to get it over with. Fiona looked into my eyes as she rolled my foreskin back to expose my shiny tip, glistening with pre-cum. Fiona licked her lips and knelt down in front of me and moved in to take my cock into her mouth. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmphhh," Fiona mumbled as I gasped at this most wonderful feeling thrust upon me. Her mouth took most of my penis in at the first attempt. Slowly, Fiona began to bob back and forth on my engorged member, the sucking sounds for me, worryingly loud! "Mmmmmmm, Fiona - at least put the radio on." I pleaded in a vain attempt to disguise the sounds of sexual activity. Fiona looked furiously at me and continued her assault on my cock. She nibbled at the tip, licking right along the slit, making me writhe against the cupboard. Her tongue swirled around my frenulum giving me intense need to ejaculate. Fiona then held my penis high above my ball sac and took one of them into her mouth. The hotness of her mouth felt so warm against the skin of my scrotum. Slowly, she began to wank my penis as she sucked on my balls. In my state of high arousal, I looked across at the keyhole to Room 33 and saw daylight. I turned the other way, towards the keyhole of my room and felt relief as I saw daylight there too. Fiona pursed her lips hard around my cock, now aching for release and thrust in and out much harder than before. The tip of my penis was now throbbing. Fiona sensing that I was near to climax began to cup and massage my balls, running her forefinger along my perineum. I started to buck my hips in an attempt to climax sooner, and the feelings of pleasure began to surge though my body from my thighs to my stomach. "Oh my g, Fiona, I'm gonna cum. Watch out." I moaned as quietly as I could. Fiona did not seem to hear me so I said it louder. "Fiona, watch out, I'm gonna cum, mmmmhhhh." Fiona did not move from my cock and as orgasm gripped my cock and my midriff, my juices were pumped freely into her waiting mouth. Fiona visually enjoyed the sensations of my hot sperm in her mouth and she murmured a satisfied sigh as I came down from my orgasmic feelings. Fiona stood up as I quickly zipped my rapidly shrinking cock into my trousers. I was about to leave to check up on Linda next door when Fiona stopped me. "I haven't finished with you yet Mr. Taylor." A wicked glint danced across her alluring eyes. I stopped and looked at her as if asking for release. "One favour deserves another David. I didn't have you down as a greedy boy." She mocked. "I'm not greedy Fiona, it's just that I really must check on Linda. I have a responsibility for her." I said. "You have a responsibility for me this lunchtime. Now get back here." She said moving over to the table in the centre of the room. She climbed on top of it and hitched up her skirt. I was awash with lust as her skirt was lifted to reveal a glorious pair of white Calvin Kline briefs. I could make out the groove of her vulva as she stretched backwards onto the table. "Bring that chair over here boy." She ordered in a seductive whisper. Awestruck with what was before me, I grabbed at the school chair and moved it to the table. Fiona's legs dangled over the edge of the table and it was obvious to me what she wanted. Fiona took hold of my head and drew me into her crotch, allowing me to scent her own arousal through the cotton briefs. It was a lovely, girlish aroma. It was clear that she had enjoyed oralising me. She handled my head so that my nose tickled her hardening clit and she moaned quietly at the sensations it gave her. "Yeah! That's a good boy, worship my pussy." She whispered. Fiona pushed my head away and reached between her legs and removed her panties before my eyes. What greeted me was perfection. Fiona looked down the table towards me, observing my boyish curiosity at her genitals. I could clearly see her outer lips behind a thin veil of tightly trimmed dark pubic hair. Her clitoris was showing signs of arousal, poking out from behind it's leathery and fleshy hood. Fiona once more grasped my head and guided it to her pussy. "Eat me David. Suck on my pussy, make me come." She ordered. She held my head right up to her musky fanny, ensuring that my tongue was placed at her opening and my nose at her clitoris. I began licking along her outer lips as my nose pressed against her nubbin. Fiona began to move her hips slowly, fully in control of this attention. "Mmmmm, yes. Keep licking my pussy boy." She whispered huskily, her breaths becoming deeper. I obeyed her commands as a dog would its master, eager to please this beautiful woman. My tongue switched to encircling her opening and I could clearly taste the bitter juices just inside her pussy. Fiona held my head tightly to her crotch as my tongue worked its way in and out of her vagina whilst my nose rubbed her aching clitoris. She quietly moaned as her arousal heightened and subsided time after time. Each time her feelings subsided, she held my head tighter to her pussy to rekindle the arousal. I sensed Fiona's knee muscles tensing as she savoured the oral attention I was giving her. She was clearly trying to come as quickly as she could. Fiona, still in control of my head, moved my flickering tongue to her clitoris, "Fast and hard on my clit, boy. Do it! Make me come," she ordered. I continued to obey, my tongue flicking wildly at her clitoris. It was by then soaked in sweeter, fresher juices. I felt my tongue begin to ache and I was fearful that I would not be able to continue the pace. I was about to give in and beg for a rest, when Fiona's hips began to shake and I felt her crotch tighten, before her knees clamped my head in position. Fiona was coming. As her knees gripped my head, her hips meandered around the table and she uttered a mix of soft whimpers and sighs. To bring her down from orgasm, I licked slowly and delicately around her opening, ensuring to savour her wonderful privates. I did not know if I would ever get the chance to see them again. "Mmmm, good boy. You have done well," she praised. She set my head free and I smiled at her shyly before licking my lips clear of her juice. She slowly put her panties back on, covering her womanhood once again. "I think you have a pupil waiting for you David. You can't keep her waiting." Reality resumed, and I moved over to the door to Room 32 and looked through the keyhole. I could see Linda still writing her letter of apology. I sighed with relief! Fiona calmly left for Room 33 and I spent several minutes making myself look presentable and settling back down before returning to Linda. I just hoped that she couldn't smell the sex on me! I felt happy with the relationship I had struck up with Fiona. It was true, I wanted to be her full time lover, but at this stage, just being her 'slave' was adequate. As the rest of the day unfolded, I thought back to the sight of her delightful pussy and the taste to match. Things for once, were going well.