The Awakening of Miss Foster

Miss Foster had just put her bicycle in the garage and was about to put the kettle on for her ritual cup of tea and a sit down, something she did every day after a hard day of teaching at the inner city school, before then getting changed when the door bell rang.

Miss Foster wasn't expecting anyone and was surprised to see Madeline, one of her 18 year old sixth form pupils standing there. She was known to be one of the most troublesome pupils in the school.

"Madeline, what are you doing here? You know it's against school rules to go to any teachers house without prior permission. Besides that, how did you even know where I lived?"

"Oh come on Miss Foster, you're so easy to follow on that old bike of yours. I bet you didn't even notice me behind you."

Madeline didn't even wait for an answer, instead pushing straight past the startled teacher and into her living room.

"Don't you know it's rude to leave someone on the doorstep," she said as she headed for the sofa.

Miss Foster knew she had to handle Madeline carefully, the girl had a history of violence at school, having been suspended more than once. On the last occasion she had tried to hit a teacher and was going to be expelled, until unknown to Madeline Miss Foster stepped in to fight for her to stay, making the teacher unpopular in the staff room, but for some reason she had believed the pupil needed the chance to complete her exams.

Miss Foster knew that Madeline's parents had divorced and it was that event which appeared to trigger the trouble at school and even Miss Foster had put her in detention more than once.

"Madeline, you can't be here I'm going to have to report this to the school if you don't leave immediately. You've only just returned from your last suspension and this time they will expel you"

"I wouldn't contact the school Miss Foster if I was you. How would the principle feel if they knew that you had actually invited me here, not once, but several times?"

"Madeline, you know full well that I would never invite a pupil to my home without the school knowing."

"Oh but you did, you kept sending messages until I finally turned up. Look I have the texts here."

Madeline waved her phone in front of her teachers face.

"Your problem Miss is that you're far to trusting. You should never leave your handbag in the classroom at break time, especially with your phone in it. So easily stolen or misused and with no password on it either." Madeline smirked at the now shocked teacher.

Miss Foster had forgotten about her phone, she didn't really even want a mobile phone and had only bought it when her car broke down miles from anywhere and she had to walk miles to a farm to call her breakdown company.

"Now, now Miss you look shocked, maybe you should come and sit down, I wouldn't want you fainting or anything would I." Madeline smirked.

Miss Foster didn't move, still unsure what was happening. Why was Madeline doing this? Was it revenge because she had missed a party last month when Miss Foster put her in detention.

"I said sit."

This time there was a hardness to Madeline's voice, almost an anger in the way she spoke as she pointed to the sofa.

Miss Foster complied, after almost thirty years of teaching she knew how to handle most pupil situations diplomatically, but this was something she had never faced, a pupil in her own home and one that obviously had her own agenda. This wasn't done on a whim, Madeline must have planned it, to have sent the texts to herself from the teacher's phone. The schoolgirl was in charge and held Mrs Foster's career in her hands.

She sat at the far end of the sofa, glancing discreetly at Madeline, she was in full school uniform, although it was rare that her uniform ever met with the school standards. Most of the girls totally ignored the rules on skirt length by rolling over the waist band, but Madeline had actually neatly cut and seamed hers.

Mrs Foster laughed inside, she had a pupil virtually holding her hostage in her own home, but the main thing she had noticed was the neatness of her sewing.

Usually Madeline wore her white school blouse knotted at the bottom to show her navel and her tie loose so she could leave the majority of the blouse buttons undone showing her cleavage. This time her blouse was buttoned to the top, school tie in place and the only thing that wasn't correct was that skirt that was that short enough to flash her panties whenever she opened or crossed her legs.

"Closer Miss, sit next to me now, I don't bite, well not very often." Madeline laughed but glared at her as if to say, do as I tell you.

The teacher moved next to Madeline, unsure what she wanted and worried that with Madeline's temper problems this situation could go the wrong way very easily at any time.

Miss Foster had also noticed that each time her pupil started to get angry her hand would reach inside her school bag. Either she was about to pull something out like a knife and then thought better of it, or she wanted her teacher to think she was armed. Either way Miss Foster wasn't going to take any chances and would follow Madeline's instructions in the hope that this would end peacefully.

"You know something Miss Foster you dress like an old woman. I know you're 58 but you dress like an old granny."

If Madeline was trying to get her angry, Miss Foster knew better than to rise to it.

"I'm sorry that you don't like my clothes, Madeline." she spoke calmly and quietly to her pupil.

"Have you ever had a man, or even a woman for that matter? My older sister said she had never seen you with anyone when she was at school and that was years ago."

Miss Foster didn't answer, but in her mind she thought about her past. Yes she had a man, a man that she loved and was due to marry just after she qualified as a teacher.

She had stood there at the church waiting, making excuse after excuse in her head for why he was late but she knew, she knew he wasn't coming.

For a year after that her life was destroyed, she barely left the house and only ate to keep herself alive.

Finally she saw a vacancy for an English teacher at the other end of the country and here she was. She vowed to dedicate her life to teaching and with that buried her wants and needs, even down to the way she dressed.

Madeline was right, she did dress older and in clothes that no man could ever see her as anything else, but a teacher.

Madeline didn't give her teacher a chance to answer. Not that Miss Foster was going to pour her heart out to anyone, let alone one of her pupils. She was a teacher and now head of the English Department and that's all Madeline needed to know.

"You know what they call you at school, Frigid Foster."

Miss Foster was surprised that some of her pupils knew how to spell the word, let alone what it meant."

Madeline continued her onslaught, "It's no wonder with what you wear Miss."

Madeline was looking her up and down. Miss Foster was wearing a tweed matching jacket and skirt and blouse underneath it.

Madeline was staring straight at her teacher. "Take that jacket off now."

Miss Foster had no choice, if it helped to keep Madeline calm she would obey her pupil.

Miss Foster opened the buttons and slid the jacket off, neatly folding it before putting it on the floor.

"See that was easy enough, I bet you have one of those bloody granny cross your heart bras on as well don't you. Show me what's under that blouse now." Madeline ordered loudly.

"Madeline that's wrong, I can't show you that, you're my pupil."

Before Miss Foster could stop her Madeline grabbed her blouse and tore it open, the buttons popped and flew across the room.

The teacher's bra was now totally exposed to her pupil and Madeline had been right it was the sort of bra an elderly woman might have worn.

"Miss, you need some dress sense. I bet you have granny knickers on as well, under that skirt."

"Madeline I am not about to show you. This has gone on far enough now, if you're trying to humiliate me then it's worked and if you're trying to make me realise that I dress to old than I know that now as well."

"Oh Miss if you honestly think that, you really haven't a clue. If I wanted any of that I would just get my phone out and send photos to everyone and dress sense wise I could have told you at school. Most you could have done is expel me."

Miss Foster looked at her pupil, "So what is this about, is this your boyfriends idea?"

"Oh Miss Foster, for a teacher you are so naive and Paul doesn't even know that I'm here, now where is your bedroom?"

Madeline dragged Miss Foster to her feet, holding her arms so tight that she cried out.

"I don't want to hurt you but that doesn't mean I can't." Madeline threatened.

Miss Foster reluctantly walked towards the bedroom with Madeline keeping one hand tight on the teachers arm, stopping only to pick up her school bag.

Her teacher was now convinced that she had some sort of weapon in the bag and whatever her fate she wanted to come out of this alive.

Once inside the bedroom Madeline slammed the door shut.

"Now we're out of sight Miss you can take that skirt off and don't say no. I don't want to get angry with you."

Miss Foster reluctantly unbuttoned her skirt and let it fall to the ground. She stood there feeling totally vulnerable against the young pupil.

"Miss that underwear is doing nothing for you."

As she said it Madeline stepped forward and surprised her teacher by kissing her on the lips.

Madeline kept her body pushed against Miss Fosters backing her up to the edge of the bed. It was easy for her to use her weight to make her teacher tumble backwards onto the bed.

Madeline reached into the school bag and Miss Foster feared the worst as her young pupil fumbled round inside it.

She almost wanted to laugh when instead of a knife or other weapon Madeline pulled out a bunch of school ties.

Leaping on top of her Madeline forced her teachers arms upwards, trapping her legs with her own. Miss Foster was defenceless to fight back as Madeline tied her wrists to the wrought iron headboard.

Madeline's hands forced their way between the top of the bed and Miss Foster's back and quickly unclipped the teacher bra, dragging it off.

"Shit Miss, you have massive tits, you've been hiding them well."

Madeline stared at the teachers 44D breasts, for the size they looked firm with large brown nipples.

There was no way Miss Foster could fight back against the young girls strength as she grabbed at her panties before forcing them over her thighs, dragging them off and throwing them across the room. Before the teacher could react Madeline had her legs opened wide and tied both ankles to the bed.

The more that Miss Foster struggled the tighter the knots become. Triumphant Madeline finally climbed off of her and stood admiring her handy work.

"I'm sorry Miss but I knew if I left you free you would fight the next part of my plan. Maybe soon I can untie you, once you understand why I'm doing this."Madeline smiled then added, "I have to do this, I just have to."

"This is so wrong Madeline, lets stop this now and I promise I won't say anything." Miss Foster spoke gently and carefully.

"I can't, I've come this far and waited to long."

Miss Foster looked up at Madeline confused, the girl was just looking at her. She expected her to start taking photos and send them out to everyone, she could imagine the tag line, 'Look what I've done to Frigid Foster' or maybe she would just leave her there tied up naked on the bed and go.

Madeline didn't do either, she seemed mesmerised by her teachers naked body. Her eyes following every line and fold, working from Miss Foster breasts down to her dark hairy pussy and then back again.

Madeline finally moved, she knelt over the edge of the bed and cupped her teachers breasts in turn before burying her head in them. Flicking her tongue over each nipple before biting them and pulling them in her teeth.

She could hear Miss Foster begging, "Please stop, please stop, don't do this, you must stop, this is wrong, please, please."

The teacher was fighting the feelings from Madeline's tongue, but her body was fighting back as her nipples hardened under the girls onslaught.

She could feel Madeline's hand running down her belly, it felt like a piece of silk being pulled over her body. The young girl's hand moved lower into Miss Foster's dark pubic hairs, the fingers rubbing either side of her pussy lips before one finger found her clitoris.

"No, no, you've got to stop, this isn't right, you can't touch there. Please Madeline stop right now!"

The moment Madeline's finger flicked her teachers clitoris Miss Foster felt an electric shock jolt through her body. Nobody had touched her there in over 30 years and although she continued to beg her pupil to stop, the shocks and feelings inside her body fought against the knowledge that this was so wrong.

If she had been free of her ties she would have torn the young girls fingers away but she was powerless.

Madeline continued to tease and flick at the older woman's clitoris with one hand and as her teacher's begging continued she slid a finger inside her, past her pussy lips and deeper until her finger was fully enclosed in Miss Foster's surprisingly wet pussy.

"No Madeline, not in there, please don't, think what you're doing. I'm your teacher, you're my pupil, it's wrong."

Inside Miss Foster's head there was a battle going on, one between her morals and ethics as this girls teacher and the feelings that Madeline was causing.

Madeline watched her teachers face as she pushed two extra fingers in, riding them in and out, enjoying the feel and the squelching sound they were making.

Miss Fosters resistance was weakening, her protests getting quieter and quieter until the only word that Madeline could hear was, 'please, please, please.'

Miss Foster was loosing the battle, her body was yearning for Madeline's touch and the sensations her body were feeling was like nothing she had known.

For the first time since Madeline had started touching her Miss Foster dared to look at her. She was on her knees over the edge of the bed, her skirt up and the teacher could see her pupils hand buried inside her tiny panties. Her fingers were moving inside the material as hard and fast as her other hand was moving inside her teacher

It was all to much for the teacher, any hope of resistance gone as Miss Foster let the feelings take control and her body shuddered in orgasm. Her whole body shook and pushed against the confines of the ties but they held fast.

She screamed and cried out like never before, "Harder, faster, don't stop, please more, more."

Her juices were flooding Madeline's fingers and the girl was struggling to keep them inside Miss Foster's twisting and writhing body.

Miss Foster didn't fight it any more, she let the orgasm wash over her, she let the school girl seduce her and she didn't care if it was right or wrong because she didn't want it to stop.

Madeline suddenly started to jerk, her fingers had stopped moving, instead she was riding her hips backwards and forwards, faster and faster onto her fingers.

Her head shot backwards and Miss Foster watched as juices flooded through the material of her panties.

"Oh Miss, oh Miss, Oh it feels so good."

Madeline's voice was echoing through the bungalow, louder than even Miss Foster's cries during her orgasm.

Madeline collapsed forward onto the bed and lay there panting as she recovered.

Miss Foster may have thought that it was the end, but Madeline had other plans.

She stood so that her teacher had a perfect view as she loosened her tie and slowly undid the buttons on her blouse, before pulling it off to reveal a skimpy multi-coloured bra. In seconds the bra was gone and on the floor.

Her breasts were a lot smaller than Miss Fosters with small pink nipples standing totally erect. Madeline had left the tie on which now dangled between each breast.

Lifting her skirt she struggled to roll the soaked panties down her legs, showing Miss Foster her bald, swollen pussy before finally letting the skirt drop to the floor, stepping out of it she was now totally naked in front of her teacher.

Miss Foster drank in her young body, it was still hard for her to believe why Madeline would choose her, she could have anyone male or female.

Madeline had recovered and climbed onto the bed, she had her face so close to Miss Foster's pussy that the teacher could feel her warm breath on it.

Madeline's tongue slid over her clitoris before licking along it making Miss Foster gasp loudly.

Madeline looked towards her teacher and smiled, she hadn't released the ties yet. Sitting back up Madeline lifted her leg and positioned herself over the teachers face. Leaning forward Miss Foster felt her pupil's young breasts rubbing against her body and then felt her tongue flick over her clitoris again before forcing its way into the teachers open pussy.

Madeline looked back at her and then lowered her self towards the teachers face. Miss Foster knew exactly what was expected of her without a word being spoken.

Cautiously at first she pushed her tongue towards her young pupils bald pussy. Her tongue reached Melanie's protruding clitoris and she flicked over it being rewarded from a moan from her pupil.

Melanie's tongue lapped faster switching from Miss Foster's wet pussy to her clitoris and back again.

Miss Foster wanted to squirm and thrust her hips upwards but the ties were far to tight now. Instead she pushed out her tongue and copied her young pupil by pushing it into Madeline's pussy.

Miss Foster tasted her salty and slightly sour juices for the first time, amazed by how wet and smooth it felt. Yes this was something she liked and pushed her tongue in as far as she could before lapping inside her pupil like a kitten drinking it's milk.

Madeline could feel her orgasm building under the pressure of her teachers tongue but was fighting the feelings, waiting for the right time to release it, licking at the older woman even harder and faster.

Miss Foster's breathing was getting more rapid, the feelings from Madeline's tongue were more intense than ever.

If her hands had been free she would have pushed her pupils face further into her open thighs and wrapped her legs around her to make her lick her harder.

The sudden change of tactics of concentrating on flicking her tongue against her teachers hard clitoris was more than Miss Foster could bear.

She screamed out in ecstasy as another orgasm hit her, shocked when her juices squirted out of her onto the young girls face. For a moment she was worried that she had actually lost her bladder control but Melanie didn't seem to care.

As Miss Foster let her orgasm take over her body, Melanie rammed herself down hard onto her face stifling the teachers screams as Melanie cried out finally letting her orgasm out.

It was more intense than she could have ever imagined and as her teacher squirted onto her face Melanie was letting her juices cover Miss Foster.

Finally she moved herself slightly allowing the teacher to breath and continue gasping, not for breath but just the sheer strength of the orgasm that just wouldn't stop pulsing through her body.

Melanie collapsed down onto her teacher and for a while they just lay there, their strength gone, hot sweaty bodies on top of each other, their pussies still inches away from each others faces.

Melanie recovered first and Miss Foster felt the young girl struggling to undo the ties around her ankles. Finally she freed her and swung herself round to start on the top ties.

Her position was perfect for her breasts to land on her teachers face, giving Miss Foster the chance to give her young pupils nipples a quick flick with her tongue.

Free at last Miss Foster wrapped her arms around Madeline and hugged her. She wasn't sure what else to do, it wasn't every day that she got tied up and then seduced by a pupil.

To some people they would have said she had been sexually assaulted, but in the end the teacher had responded to Madeline's advances and something had been woken inside of her by the young girl lying in her arms.

Madeline looked up at her, "Miss can I fuck you please?"

Miss Foster looked at her Madeline, I thought that you had been doing just that?

"Oh no, I mean really fuck you, like a man would fuck you."

"Oh Madeline, even you must know a woman isn't built the same as a man. Two women can't have sexual intercourse the same way." Miss Foster didn't want to embarrass her by laughing and was quite enjoying the way her pupil said fuck.

"Miss I do love your way of saying things, sexual intercourse." she laughed as she climbed off the bed and started to fumble around in her school bag.

"Please don't think this is mine Miss, I borrowed, I mean stole this from my sister's room. Not that she used it, it was for a hen night."

Miss Foster was totally lost, but watched as Madeline stood with her back to the teacher. She couldn't help but admire her tight young backside as she struggled with straps pulling them up around her waist, before turning towards her teacher once more.

"Oh Madeline, oh fuck," for the first time in her life Miss Foster swore.

Madeline was stood there, her beautiful face grinning, her nipples hard and strapped between her legs where once was her naked pussy was a large plastic penis.

"See Miss, two women can have sexual intercourse," Madeline used the last two words in her best impression of Miss Foster's voice

Miss Foster couldn't find the words to tell her that the only things that had ever been inside her was her fiances fingers and now Madeline's finger and tongue. She had promised that she wouldn't have full sex until they were married, she let him explore with his fingers when his frustration became to much and even when he begged she would only finish him off by hand.

So she really was a virgin and Melanie wanted to put that plastic penis into her, more than that Miss Foster wanted it as well.

Madeline helped her onto all fours on the bed, deliberately putting her teachers face towards the wardrobe mirror, although Miss Foster didn't even think about why she did it.

Her teacher watched as Melanie reached in her bag and bought out a tube and squirted it onto the cock, rubbing the liquid up and down until it glistened.

She walked towards her, the thing wobbling up and down as she walked.

Miss Foster felt the girl's hands positioning the cock. Madeline gripped her hips and started to push into her teachers eager pussy.

Miss Foster cried out as she was filled with the cold plastic, her head jerked upwards and she realised why Madeline had turned her towards the wardrobe.

She was looking straight at the wardrobe door mirror, the reflection showed her on all fours, her large breasts hanging down, but more than that she could see Madeline behind her.

Her pupil was pushing the last of the plastic cock into her, gripping the teachers hips as it finally filled her.

She was starting to ride in and out and Miss Foster watching the mirror as the young girls breasts bounced every time she slammed the hard cold length into her.

Melanie reached under her teacher grabbing her breasts and gripping onto them as she thrust harder and faster, listening to Miss Foster moan and groan in pleasure.

Miss Foster surprised herself with what came out of her mouth.

"Harder, faster do it to me Melanie, please, please fuck me deeper."

Melanie obeyed the request with vigour, watching how the plastic shaft pulled Mrs Foster's pussy lips in and out with every stroke.

She clawed her fingers into the teachers large breasts and heard the mixture of squeals of pain and pleasure.

Miss Foster was by now thrusting her body back at Melanie, wanting the plastic cock to fill her more than it would have been physically possible.

She could feel a new feeling inside of her, it was different than the one that built up when Melanie was using her fingers and tongue.

She watched the reflection of Melanie in the mirror, the sweat was pouring from her head and her breasts were now a blur as they swung to and fro. The girl couldn't have worked any harder in trying to satisfy her teachers wishes.

Miss Foster didn't expect it but from nowhere the feelings overtook her and she orgasmed.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck."she cried out.

Her legs buckled and her arms gave way, but still she cried out. The teacher's juices flooded from her like a stream past the plastic cock and onto Melanie.

As Miss Foster collapsed onto the bed the plastic cock fell from her, only to be quickly pushed back inside her by the young girl.

"Stop, please stop," she begged.

Melanie finally collapsed down on top of her, panting, her hot sticky skin sticking to her teacher's.

She waited until the teacher's orgasm subsided and rolled off her pulling the plastic cock down her legs.

Miss Foster was totally spent, she didn't know a woman could have so many orgasms. Melanie was right she had been naive and Melanie had opened her eyes in a way she could never have imagined.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the young girl,

"Would you like to fuck me Miss."

"Oh Melanie, I would love to, but I'm a lot older than you and to be honest I just don't have any energy left."

"Oh Miss, that's not a problem at all, you roll on your back and I can do everything else."

Miss Foster turned over and somehow edged herself up the bed, grateful to lean her head on the pillow.

She watched as Melanie picked up the sticky cock, loosened the straps and gently lifted her teachers legs before moving the plastic cock up towards Miss Foster's thighs.

Tightening the straps around Miss Foster, the cock stood up from the teacher body, wisps of her dark pubic hair surrounding it, almost hiding the straps so it looked like it was part of her.

"See Miss, now all you have to do is lie back and watch."

Madeline crouched on her knees above the cock and lined it up with her pussy lips. To her teachers surprise she slammed her body down hard onto it, the force knocking the plastic cock against Miss Foster's body.

She watched as Madeline leaned backwards, deliberately allowing her teacher to watch her pussy ride up and down on the already wet and sticky plastic shaft.

The young girls shaven pussy just made her swollen lips show more and the plastic cock was stretching them as she rode.

Miss Foster watched as the young girl's breathing became more erratic. Madeline was biting her lip and moaning loudly now.

Suddenly her young pupil dropped forward, her arms landing either side of the teacher, her fingers were clawing into the bed.

Her teacher could feel Madeline banging up and down faster and faster onto the cock, at the same time it was ramming against Miss Foster's body and with the speed it was going she knew her pupil couldn't be far off reaching another orgasm.

With what little strength she had left her teacher began to rock her hips up and down pushing the cock deeper inside, she was fucking her pupil and although she couldn't keep up with Madeline's speed it was all that was needed to push the girl over the edge.

"Miss, Miss, you're fucking me, oh shit I'm going to cum."

With that Madeline screamed as the orgasm took over her body, her pussy was a blur as she forced everything into that orgasm. Her arms were trying to give way and she grabbed her teachers breasts squeezing them as the spasms ran through her.

Miss Foster felt her pupils juices squirting hard out of her, soaking into the straps and her pubic hairs, still spurting and running onto the teachers thighs before Madeline finally collapsed on top of her.

They must have fallen asleep because when Miss Foster opened her eyes the sun was starting to set. Madeline was still cuddled up next her but was now looking up at her and her teacher realised she had released the plastic cock whilst she had been sleeping and it was lying on the bed at the side of them.

"Madeline, what time is it? You're parents will be wondering where you are."

"It's Ok Miss, I told them I was going to see my friend and then we were all off to the cinema so they won't be expecting me home until later."

Madeline really had planned this down to the last detail.

"Besides Miss for all I know I could have been in the police station for tying you up and everything I did to you. I would understand if you still wanted to phone them or the school of course Miss"

Miss Foster looked at down at the beautiful young girl and smiled, "I think you're safe to assume I won't be calling or telling anyone, but I do need to ask something."

"What do you want to know Miss?" Madeline asked looking slightly worried.

"Why me, look at you you're an attractive young girl who could have your pick of anyone male or female, so why did you choose me?"

"Oh Miss, it was you that I wanted. I hadn't even thought about a female before. The more I looked at you, the more I wanted to know about you. I would go home and think of what your body looked like, what it would feel like to touch you and I would lay on my bed and finger myself, but in my head it was you doing it to me. At school sometimes I would get into trouble in class just so you would put me in detention. I would sit with my legs open, hoping you would see the wet patch on my panties. When I was in your class it would get to much and when I told you I was going toilet I would sit there and finger fuck myself to orgasm. Miss Smith heard me once and I lied and told them it was time of month pains."

Miss Foster listened intently, she should have noticed all of this but she had buried her own sexual thoughts and desires so deeply that she couldn't see anyone else's.

Madeline continued, "It got that bad that I had to come up with a plan, to see you naked just once, but then I couldn't stop myself from doing more. That's why I wouldn't use the dildo without asking you first. That was a step to far for me."

Miss Foster smiled, she had heard the word dildo but it wasn't until now that she knew what the plastic penis was called.

"There's something else Miss as well, I lied to you about your phone. I never sent myself texts from it, it fell out when you dropped your bag and one of the other kids laughed and said it was that old that you couldn't even lock it. They said if they ever got hold of it they would send texts to everyone and that's how I got the idea."

Miss Foster laughed loudly, "Oh Madeline, if you had written this as an essay I'm sure you would have got 100%, missing out the sex part of course."

Madeline smiled, "I just wanted to tell you the truth Miss."

"So Madeline, was your naked teacher what you expected and of course is that it now. Are you satisfied now that you have seen me and as you put it, fucked me?" Miss Foster did her best Madeline impression which made her pupil laugh.

"Miss, I thought it would be. I thought I would do all this, even though I'd be expelled and in prison it would be worth it but."

Her teacher didn't give her the chance to finish.

"But you want more my dear? Am I right."

"Oh yes Miss, I know it won't happen but I want more with you."

"Well Madeline, I have been looking at your grades and whilst they are excellent I do feel you would benefit from one to one tuition and I'm sure the school will agree to you attending lessons at my house at times. If that's agreeable with you of course."

"Oh yes please Miss, I would love that." Madeline kissed her hard on the lips.

Finally it was time for her pupil to leave. Miss Foster watched her about to put the ties and dildo back into her school bag.

"Oh no, I think you should leave them here, just in case you're naughty or I am." Miss Foster laughed.

Miss Foster had realised that their roles had been reversed. The pupil had become the teacher and she was now her very willing pupil. Madeline had opened her eyes to a life she never thought was possible and she wanted more. She wanted to see what else they could do to pleasure each other.