Long Multiplication Part 1
By The Courageous Pedagogue

(C) 2002 The Courageous Pedagogue.

Part 1 - Seduction.

Marcus Morrison is a maths teacher at Weltby School. He was 26 years old when this tale unfolds, two years ago now. Marcus is a shy character and has always struggled to find a girlfriend that will stay with him for more than a month. He just could not keep a relationship going, or at least, nobody had the patience with him.

Marcus was one those guys that waited for the woman to make the first move, he felt safer that way. Nobody hated rejection more than he, having had a couple of nasty experiences as a boy. I think women lose patience with him for he comes across as being slow when it comes to sex. He is not an aggressor if you know what I mean. Perhaps too much of a gentlemen, and certainly never one to offend a woman. He is a good guy and I get on very well with him.

Marcus is a full 6ft tall and keeps himself in shape. Quite often he and I will take our mountain bikes out in the summer for a full day out on the roads. He has short brown hair and hazel eyes and is popular with the students. One girl in particular it would seem, Samantha Philpot.

Sam was 13 when this all happened, and then quite a precocious girl in actual fact. She is not overtly skinny like some of the girls at Weltby, but rather more of a fulsome figure without being classed as fat. To the contrary, Sam is popular with the boys, but she delights in teasing them rather than dating them. With shoulder length brown hair and an impishly cheeky face, her dark brown eyes do seem to sparkle.


There was one guy that she fancied like crazy. His name was Marcus Morrison! Samantha had followed his every move in class ever since she joined his maths classes when she was 11. She found most of the boys her age very immature and not worthy of dating. But Mr. Morrison the maths teacher held her attention like no other. When he wrote sums on the 'whiteboard' she always smiled to herself as she followed the movements of his bottom and occasionally squeezed her legs together to feel that special tingle.
Sam was developing into a pretty 'girl next door' type and Marcus had a lot of time for her as she came across as being and eager to learn, even if she kept whispering to her tablemate. At least, she always did her homework! Now that she was 13, some of the maths that her curriculum entailed was becoming quite tricky. They had reached long multiplication.

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"Now then class," Marcus conducted to an audience of attentive teenagers. "I will write some questions for you to tackle on the white board and see how you get on. I don't want to see any calculators in use this time. I want to be sure that you know how to work long multiplication in your head." The class groaned as they realised the hefty chore that awaited them.

Marcus took his black marker pen and began to draw the promised sums onto the board. Young Samantha Philpot and her female tablemate looked at each other and smiled knowingly. They both traced Mr. Morrison's bottom as it wiggled from his board writing. Samantha squeezed her legs together tightly and gently closed her eyes slightly, picturing what his bottom would look like without his cream coloured slacks.

After looking round and seeing all her other classmates quietly writing down the questions, Samantha felt bold enough to move one hand under the desk and just lightly rub her crotch, looking as though she was merely re-adjusting in her seat. She turned and whispered to her friend Kelly,

"I'd just love get off with Mr. Morrison!" Kelly just giggled and bit her lower lip with embarrassment. Samantha was always whispering rude things in class and making her blush and giggle. "I want to feel his cock," Samantha whispered again into Kelly's ear.

"Me too!" giggled Kelly, herself now squeezing her legs together under the table. Samantha shot Kelly a brief jealous look as though becoming aware of a love rival. But then giggled with Kelly as she remembered that Kelly was dating Robert Lancaster in the year above.

"Do you girls find something funny?" Marcus asked of Kelly and Samantha as he continued to write on the board.

"No sir," the girls said in unison, stifling their giggles. "We just can't see the board at the moment, only your bottom," added Samantha. The whole class went quiet, as what had been said had just registered with the other pupils. There were a couple of nervous chuckles from the other girls.

"Now settle down class," Marcus calmly responded with a voice of experience. He had dealt with similar things before and shook off these moments without wanting to make a scene. "I will be out of the way shortly girls and you can begin. However, try not to be so.... so cheeky," Marcus added, defusing the situation before it started with a modicum of their own humour. He was no tyrant!

Soon the fantastic bottom was out of view and back in the teacher's chair, and the girls readily copied down the long multiplication sums that they had been set. Kelly began to work them out straight away, as did most of the rest of the class. Samantha however, stared and stared at the problems before her. She was lost without a calculator. After a couple of minutes, Samantha had to raise her hand and admit defeat.

"Please sir, I am not really all that sure how to work these out. Can you explain it to me?" Samantha asked. The rest of the class continued onwards. Marcus nodded to her and walked over to their table.

"What don't you understand Samantha?" asked Mr. Morrison. She stared into his eyes with girlish admiration and was momentarily speechless. She loved the way he said her name. Everyone else called her Sam. "Samantha? What is it?" he asked again.

"Errr, I am lost without a calculator sir. How do I work them out?" Samantha uttered out. She watched as Marcus took her pencil and proceeded to show her a simple method of working the sums out. Don't ask me what it is because I am lost without a calculator too - I teach Geography, a lot easier.

Soon, Marcus had finished the first sum for her and he looked at her to see if she understood,

"Does that make sense? Think you can do it now?" he asked. Pensively, Samantha nodded and smiled at her teacher.

"Thank you sir. I will try the next one."
"Good." Marcus then went away and sat back in his chair, happy to have been some help to his pupil. "Okay class, there are twenty minutes left before the end of the lesson. If you finish the problems before the bell for lunch, you may hand them in and wait quietly. If you don't finish, you can hand in what you have done and complete the rest as this week's homework."

The class obediently set to work on the questions at hand, an obvious opportunity to finish the work and have no maths homework for once. Kelly steadily worked through the problems with apparent ease and Samantha also now worked through them. She had to think a little bit more than Kelly and the others did about this task, but she was now able to at least manage.

Samantha remembered what she had whispered to her friend about seeing her teacher naked and getting off with him. A cunning plan flashed through her mind. No matter what she thought about to take her mind off the plan, she kept looking up at Marcus and contemplated, what if?

When the bell sounded for lunch, the other pupils all handed in their work and left. Kelly stood up with her paperwork and handed it in to Mr. Morrison. Looking back at her friend, she said,

"C'mon Sam, you coming to lunch?" Samantha just looked up, seemingly tears in her eyes. "Hey Sam, what's up?" she asked her friend.

"I can't do these sums. I need a calculator. I feel such a fool," Samantha replied, a sweet girlish whine in her voice. She held her head in her hands and look plain sorrowful. Marcus looked round and saw the girl in this state of distress. He walked over to the girl, waving Kelly away dismissively.

"Hey, Sam, what's the matter? Are you still stuck?" he asked, sitting down on the edge of the table and glancing at her work.

"I feel such a fool sir, the harder I try, the harder it seems to be. I thought with practice, everything became easier," she sobbed. "Kelly finished all of her answers, but I have only done three. I am really stuck on this one."

"Awww, it's not that bad. Do you understand what you are doing, or have you dropped lucky with these first ones?" he asked.

"Well, I'm sorry to say sir that I tried and tried to get them on my own, but I copied Kelly," Sam explained. This was all a lie. When Mr. Morrison had first explained the method to her, she found the fog over the questions lifted quickly. Her plan was beginning to work.

"Hmmm, okay. Let me think," Marcus said. "Well, maybe over lunch I could think of another way to work on these questions, hmmmmm. Okay look, it's lunchtime now. Are you okay to come back and see me as soon as school finishes? I have some marking to do and I would be more than willing to explain things to you again," Marcus explained, ever the gentleman.

"Would you Mr. Morrison?" asked Sam, her spirits lifting. "You don't mind?"

"Of course not, it is my job to help you guys out. Come and see me later and maybe I'll have some more answers for you. Okay? Go and have some lunch," he said, waving her out of the room and smiling. With that, Samantha leapt out of her seat and rushed out of the room. As soon as she was clear, she grinned broadly, knowing that she was a devious little minx.

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Samantha joined Kelly at lunch and they made their usual small talk and compared their gossip. After a short while they were joined by Robert, Kelly's boyfriend. As the two lovers talked between themselves, Samantha began to daydream about her gallant maths teacher and what she would like to do with him. All sorts of erotic thoughts danced across the front of her eyes.

Sam began to feel the tingle between her legs and shortly after, with hardening nipples, felt the dampness forming in the crotch of her panties. She pictured herself kissing Marcus and him fondling her supple young breasts. This was too much she thought and dismissed herself from her friends and departed for the privacy of the toilets. She had an itch to scratch.

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After having a little play in the toilet at lunchtime, Samantha was able to concentrate on her studies for the afternoon, before the bell sounded for the end of lessons. Quickly she dashed to Mr. Morrison's room (Room 60) full of the excitement equivalent to a first date. She was overjoyed that she was about to be the centre of attention for one of loveliest men in the school (her opinion).

At the door to room 60, Samantha knocked quietly on the thin door.

"Come in," a voice announced on the other side. Sam grabbed the door handle and opened the door. Inside she saw Mr. Morrison sat at his desk with a mountain of books and papers. He was going to be here for a while Sam figured. Samantha entered the room and went over to her teacher's desk. "And how do you feel now Sam?" asked Marcus.

"Okay I guess sir. I feel so stupid about the questions you set though. Is there any other way I can learn how to do it?" Sam asked, biting her lip, a picture of innocence and concern.

"Well, I've been thinking about that all afternoon. I am not sure if there is simpler way of demonstrating long multiplication. It might help if we go through a couple of the questions I set earlier step-by-step. Hopefully, that will do the trick for you. Please sit down." Marcus pointed to a table in front of his desk. Obediently, Sam sat down at the seat.

Marcus went over to where Sam sat and took the list of questions over to her with some scrap paper. Being alone with her teacher in a one on one environment soon took old of Samantha. Nervous excitement filled her body again and she closed her legs tightly.

"Right then, let's start here...." Marcus began to explain the method of working out the sums and Samantha sat attentively. Not at what Marcus was saying, but at the way his body moved, his manly hands, his bent knees and to Sam's greatest joy, a close view of his crotch.

Marcus leaned right over Samantha to point to a couple of numbers with the pencil, and Samantha caught the aroma of his aftershave - manly, yet sweet. The daydreams were beginning again in her mind. Surreptitiously, one of her hands moved beneath the table and nonchalantly rubbed at the crotch of her pants, well out of the teacher's view.

"And there we have it, nine hundred and forty eight. Do you see? Any better?" asked Marcus. "Samantha?"

"Oh, err, sorry sir. Yes I see that now. Can I work on a few more?" asked Sam, looking lustfully into his eyes.

"Why yes of course. But you mustn't stay too late, your family might get worried," offered Marcus. Sam just smiled sweetly and got on with some of the questions.

Samantha quickly completed the sums, but pretended that she was still working the problems through. She watched her teacher with adoration. Marcus was now lost in his marking, unaware of her watching him.

Her hand continued to rub that sweet spot between her legs as she pictured Mr. Morrison naked and at her disposal - how she wanted to see his cock, and fondle it. How she wanted him to fondle her in return. It was no good, she had to do this right.

Careful so as not to raise suspicion, Samantha raked up her skirt and into the top of her panties. She brushed her fingers past the light fuzz of her pubic hair and rubbed away at her young clitoris. It was warm and damp in her panties as she slowly worked her fingers around her soft little nubbin and along the slit of her pussy. She pictured her teacher licking away at her young treasure, making her squirm with electric pleasure.

Soon, with all of the images flashing through her young mind, Samantha felt an orgasm approaching and she braced herself to let it surge without causing any noise or suspicion.

"Mmmmmhhhh," Samantha sighed under her breath, successful in not drawing attention to herself. She took a couple of minutes to gather her thoughts and to readjust her skirt and panties. Glancing down at her work, Samantha ran her fingers under her nose, scenting what she had done.

"Errr, I think I am finished sir. Will you come and check?" Samantha asked. Marcus nodded and smiled as he got out of his chair and made his way over to his pupil.

"Okay let's have a look," Marcus began. He sat in the chair next to Samantha and again she could smell his aftershave. Her heart pounded inside her chest, feeling his close proximity to her teacher. As he was marking her work, Samantha began the second phase of her plan.

"You know sir, I am very grateful for your help today. You are the best teacher in the whole school," she began. Marcus stopped what he was doing and looked at Samantha surprised.

"Err, why thank you Samantha, it really is no problem at all," he replied feeling a little nervous. The gaze held between them and Marcus copied his pupil's smile. Marcus was not prepared for what happened next.

Samantha leaned in towards her teacher's face and kissed him square on the lips. Marcus sprang back into the seat, initially shocked at his pupil's action.

"W, w, wow! No, you can't do that, Sam," Marcus uttered, finding it hard to comprehend the situation. It didn't stop a stirring in his pants however. Samantha leaned in again and planted another kiss, this time lingering on her teacher's mouth.

Marcus seemed to take the bait this time, succumbing to Samantha's seduction. Taking the initiative, Samantha reached over with her hand and placed it on her teacher's crotch, feeling the firmness now filling it.

"Oooohh, sir, you are getting hard down there," giggled Samantha, now slightly embarrassed at the situation, he would either take the bait or she would be in trouble. Marcus quickly moved her hand away.

"No, no! You must stop this Samantha. It's not right," Marcus exclaimed brushing her hand away and pulling away from the kiss.

"But why not? You are my favourite teacher and I want to thank you for helping me," explained Samantha.

"You don't have to thank me, this is my job. Please, don't put me in this position," begged Marcus.

"What's the matter? Don't you like me? Don't you find me attractive?" asked a worried Sam.

"Yes, of course I find you attractive, you are very pretty, b, but you are just thirteen. I can't do this. I have never taken advantage of a pupil and I don't intend to start now," Marcus explained. He was truly worried now that they would get caught and end up losing his job or worse.

"But I think you are so sexy sir. And you are not taking advantage of me," Samantha continued. This was true, she was taking advantage of him! "Here, take this..." Samantha ran her fingers under the nose of her teacher. "Smell that? That's how I feel about you Mr. Morrison. While you were marking those books, I was thinking about you."

Marcus froze, scenting the tell tale aroma of female sexual arousal on his pupil's fingers. It was a breath of fresh air for him in an impossible situation. He searched his mind for an answer, or a way out. But he found none. As Samantha continued her assault on his firm trouser clad penis, he thought about her words.

He thought about the fact that she had initiated this activity and that she was indeed a very pretty girl. His mind clouded as his self discipline weakened. He was being seduced and trapped by a girl thirteen years of age. He looked into her eyes, ablaze with determination and conceded defeat. Here was a girl that actually admired him.

"Kiss me sir, please. Don't reject me - that would be horrible," begged Samantha, now turning for a little sympathy. Little did she know that Marcus was very much aware of how rejection felt. Her words struck a chord in his mind - he couldn't let her down. No matter how wrong it all was, he had to do it. Slowly, as Samantha continued to grip his bulging crotch, Marcus finally caved in and kissed her mouth.

Samantha broke off their kiss and moved the table out of the way, and Marcus sat upright in the chair. Sam hitched her school skirt up slightly and straddled his lap, sitting her plump bottom down onto his crotch. She could feel his hardness through the material covering her bottom and he could feel the softness of her bottom caressing his bulge.

"Mmmmmmm, that feels nice Samantha, but it is so wrong," Marcus whimpered.

"Shhhh Marcus. You are in safe hands," Samantha grinned at him. To prevent him from saying anything else, she put her fingers onto his mouth allowing him another chance to smell that sweet scent of girlish arousal.

"Mmmmmmm, mphhhhh," Marcus moaned as he sucked her fingers into his mouth. 'Wow' Samantha thought. She had never thought to get a boy interested in her like that before. Maybe she could get him to lick her pussy one day. All sorts of things were now possible and she was determined to see how far she could get.

As they continued to kiss, Marcus began to grip her bottom, still squirming on his lap. She felt secure with his firm hold and darted her tongue into his mouth. He did not resist.

"I'm really wet sir, I'm nearly coming," Sam announced. "Your erection is rubbing on my clitoris, mmmmmmmmm." With half a dozen more wriggles of her bottom, she let out another quiet whimper and held Marcus tightly to announce her second orgasm. The movements stopped.

Marcus looked at his watch,

"Shit, it's four fifteen. Your family will be worried, you had better go," Marcus warned. Sam nodded and gathered her things together, aware that she could get grounded if she were late home for dinner.

"Will you teach me some more tomorrow Marcus? Long division perhaps?" Samantha grinned impishly at her teacher.

"Okay, long division. But we must be careful. I could get jailed for this, and you could be suspended!" Marcus reminded.

"I know sir, we will be careful," Samantha grinned. With that she turned and left the room.

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Samantha was full of joy, revelling in the knowledge that she had the power to seduce a grown man - a tougher challenge than boys she surmised.

Marcus was unsure what to think. He knew he had been taken advantage of, but he also knew that he had enjoyed it. He had fallen for her, and he thought he could trust her. He had to trust her now.

That night Samantha was not grounded for being late home, her mother merely thought that she had been with a friend. In her room before she had a bath, Samantha removed her knickers and examined them. They were frightfully damp. After holding them up to her nose, she made a mental note to put them straight in the washing machine. Smiling, she looked forward to her bath and another opportunity think about her teacher.
Marcus did not bother to cook himself any tea when he got home. Instead, he went through to his bedroom, dropped his trousers and boxer shorts and clambered under his duvet. Time after time he brought himself to the edge of orgasm, fantasising about his young pupil, but stopping short of climax - as if aware of the forbidden nature of their circumstances. Before he went to bed, he did climax, one of the most gratifying and hard climaxes he had ever experienced.

He longed for tomorrow, and no doubt, so do you ;-).


Marcus And Samantha will return in,

Part 2 - Deeper And Deeper.