Date: Sun, 12 Jun 2005 18:38:33 -0700 (PDT) From: SHEILA JOHNSON Subject: MISS-JOHNSON-5 AUTHORS NOTE: This story contains descriptions of explicit lesbian sexual acts between high school teenagers and adults. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. This story is a work of fiction. The characters contained within do not refer to any actual persons either living or dead. The "Everson School for Girls" and the Jade Williamson Fellowship are fictionalized entities created solely for literary purposes and do not in any way refer to an actual school under the same name, whether wholly or in part. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Miss Johnson Part V - Pleasure KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! The pronounced rapping at the front door broke Miss Johnson's solitude, catching the older woman's attention immediately. She had only gotten home some 45 minutes before, and was relaxing in the living room with a cup of tea whilst perusing her daily mail. It had been a long day, and she was glad for the opportunity to sit for a few minutes and compose herself. Tanya had made a fire in the fireplace before leaving for the day something the 38 year old English teacher was very grateful for. The outside air had grown chilly, and she welcomed the chance to warm up a bit while catching her breath. Miss Johnson maintained a very busy schedule for herself. In addition to her teaching duties at Everson, she was a noted guest lecturer to a number of colleges and universities in the northeast. She was a member of the Jade Williamson Fellowship, a very prestigious organization that oversaw curriculum development and scholarship grants for a number of very well known educational institutions around the United States, and even some abroad. She knew most of the admissions people at every major school in the northeast; her influence had enabled her to help a number of her students gain entrance to scholastic programs otherwise unattainable. She was well respected throughout the academic world, and her reputation both as a teacher and as an administrator was unquestioned. It was all very impressive, but far from unearned. While in graduate school, she had taken on the responsibility of being a research assistant to an internationally known professor of Elizabeathen poetry. Her skill and organization won for her a scholarship abroad, where she earned her docterate in English Literature. From there, it was simply a matter of hard work and focus. Over a period of time, accolades and rewards slowly brought themselves to her, along with additional responsibilities. She had never been an ambitious woman; all she ever really wanted to do was teach. Nevertheless, she accepted it all with grace and style, embracing her commitments with a zeal and capability rarely found anywhere. It all took it's toll on her time, however, and required her to be extraordinarily organized and disciplined with regard to her schedule, leaving very little time for such luxuries as personal relaxation. Small breaks were welcomed whenever they were afforded and taken full advantage of. But she didn't mind the intrusion - in fact, she had been expecting it. She smiled and checked her watch before getting up. It was 6:56 pm. She got up and went to the front door. The smile on her face grew even wider when she opened it and recognized who it was... "Good evening, Miss Taylor." Nicole stood shyly on the front stoop. She averted her teacher's gaze and didn't return the greeting. "You're just in time," the older woman continued. "Would you like to come in?" She opened the door even wider and made way for Nicole to enter the house. Nicole slowly stepped inside, Miss Johnson closing the door behind her. "Would you like me to take your jacket?" the teacher asked. Nicole took off her uniform blazer and handed it to Miss Johnson, who carefully put it on a hangar in the hall closet before turning her attention back to the teenager. "Before we go any further, Miss Taylor, I think it necessary that we clarify a few things between us. So, just so you and I are clear, I will ask you a direct question - why are you here?" Nicole wore a strange look indicating she didn't understand. "Why are you here, Miss Taylor?" the teacher repeated. "Wha-what do you mean?" Nicole blurted. "I don't understand..." "I want you to tell me exactly what you believe your purpose here to be. I'm sure you've thought about it since our little talk this afternoon, so it shouldn't be a difficult question to answer. I will ask you one more time - why are you here?" Nicole stared at her shoes as she spoke. "I wanna have sex..." "I'm sorry?" Miss Johnson interupted. "Speak up, please, and do me the courtesy of looking me in the eye when you address me." Nicole looked at her teacher and started again with an embarrased look. "I want to have sex." "Excuse me - 'have sex?'" Miss Johnson's eyes grew wide. "Is that what you think this is all about - having sex?" "Well...isn't it?" Miss Johnson's face softened in dissappointment. "I'm sorry, Miss Taylor, but I'm afraid you've missed the point of this exercise entirely. If that's all you think of your presence here, you will have to leave." She reached for the door. "I want to experience pleasure!" Nicole spoke up suddenly. The older woman stopped and looked at Nicole again. "Go on." "I want to experience pleasure - with you." The smile returned to Miss Johnson's lips. "Follow me," she said, and then turned and walked in the direction of the staircase. Nicole walked nervously behind Miss Johnson as the two made their way upstairs. There were many things that could have and perhaps should have been going through Nicole's mind, the easiest and most important issue being what on earth had so possessed her to the point where she was now willingly accompanying a woman almost twenty years her senior to her bedroom to engage in sexual intercourse. Instead, she found her attention squarely focused on the set of shapely, gently swaying ass cheeks in front of her as she followed Miss Johnson up the stairs. Miss Johnson led Nicole to her bedroom door, opened it, and waived the young girl inside before entering herself. Nicole felt a tingle as she stepped into the room and looked around. It was as if she had never left - candles, incense, music. It was all like the week before. Miss Johnson caught the expression on Nicole's face. "Something wrong, Miss Taylor?" "No," Nicole answered. "I just got a real freaky sense of deja-vu." Miss Johnson chuckled. "I'm sure you did," she said. "Excuse me please for a moment." She left the room and left Nicole by herself. Nicole had never really had the opportunity to look around the last time she was here. She spent the majority of her last visit otherwise engaged to say the least, not to mention being in a position that left her considerabley compromised. The brief moment her teacher left her gave Nicole another opportunity to admire the lavish surroundings. The house itself was quite large, with four upstairs bedrooms incorporated in it's original design. Miss Johnson had knocked the wall out between her bedroom and the one next door, giving her an exceptionally large living space for her own master bedroom. A small lounge complete with love seat, plush leather chair, coffee table, were all adorned around the corner fireplace. Four poster bed, night stand, antique stand up bureau & matching armoire, and beautifully crafted sitting chairs all befitted the rest of the furniture found throughout the house. The walls were of solid mahogany, with a collection of expensive looking paintings hung everywhere. Nicole shook her head - a woman who lived this well teaching high schoolers. Part of it just didn't make any sense. "Forgive my absence," Miss Johnson said as she came back inside and closed the door. "But I wanted to settle downstairs and make sure we would be completely undisturbed." She walked over by Nicole, gently clasping her hands in front of her. "Well, here we are at last." Nicole said nothing. She could feel Miss Johnson staring at her again, the taller woman seeming so much larger than life as she looked over her young student. Nicole did nothing except look around the room again with an embarrased look on her face. She could feel that familiar twitchy feeling returning to the pit of her stomach. "So, how would you suggest we begin?" Miss Johnson spoke up again. This came as a surprise. Miss Johnson had been the aggressor throughout this entire exchange. Nicole suddenly felt out of place being asked to take the lead. She temporized. "Um...well...I don't know exactly..." Miss Johnson immediately recognized the nervousnous in her young student. Her desire had been to keep Nicole off guard, but only to excite - not terrorize. The teacher sought to put the young girl at ease before proceeding. "Miss Taylor, there is absolutely nothing to be nervous about. You must allow me to reassure you that nothing bad is happening here, and nothing bad will happen. What we are exploring here is simply the most natural and intimate of acts between two people - two consenting individuals, as it were. The only question that remained is whether you wished to be a willing participant. Your presence here tonight answers that question sufficiently - or did I missinterpret you?" "No..." Nicole stared at the ground. Miss Johnson hesitated. "Do you want to leave? You may still do so if you wish..." 'How to answer that,' Nicole thought. It was so absurb - sex between two women, and her teacher was calling it 'the most natural' thing. As adictively overwhelming as it had been, it was far from what she knew to be natural. She said nothing to that effect, however; she thought it important to keep such opinions to herself for the time being. Still, she had to give an answer. Nicole thought carefully before looking her teacher in the eye. "No," she said in a firm voice. "I want to stay." Miss Johnson smiled. "Very well, then." The teacher sat down in a corner sitting chair and crossed her legs. "Why don't we begin with something simple. Does that sound reasonable?" "Yes, Miss Johnson." "Good." The older woman sat back and relaxed. "Undress for me, please." Nicole couldn't get over Miss Johnson's demeanor. Whenever the older woman open her mouth and mentioned anything having to do with sex, her attitude had been quite casual, almost matter-of-fact. The teenager had difficulty reconciling the business-like manner with the wanton lust she knew for a fact was hidden underneath. She reached for her blouse, and then stopped... "I can't," she said. Miss Johnson gave Nicole a curious look. "Why not?" "I don't know. I guess I'm still a little self-concious about being naked in front of someone else. I'm sorry..." Miss Johnson smiled. "That's quite all right, my dear," she said. "Nothing to be embarrassed about. Hmmm...'self concious...we shall have to do something about that. We need to help you feel comfortable, to set the proper mood...ah! I have an idea." The teacher got up and walked over to the nightstand and shut off the music, then moved to the armoire in front of the bed and opened it up. Inside was an entertainment system very similar to the one in the living room, except smaller in scale. She turned on the TV and looked at Nicole. "Now, Miss Taylor, I think I know the perfect way we can put your mind at ease. You recall how we began our session last week?" The teacher's suggestion did not immediately register with Nicole, prompting an uncertain look from the teenager. When she finally did catch on she froze instantly, her eyes widening in shock as the realization of what was going to happen next hit her like a brick wall. Miss Johnson cast a sexy smirk in the young girl's direction as she pressed the button on the system's VCR. The images and sounds that came forth on the TV screen were unmistakable - and very recognizable. Nicole stood frozen, her mouth gaping as she watched in dumfounded fascination. The image was of two women, one young and one a little older, locked in what was obviously a very passionate embrace. Both women were naked, lying together on a bed. The older woman was on top of the younger one, moving her hips very deliberately in between the younger one's legs, with some sort of leather strap or harness wrapped around her hips. The younger one held on to the other very tightly with both her arms and legs. Judging from the sounds coming from the television speakers, the two appeared to be immersed in pleasure. Nicole bit her lower lip and just stared, her eyes becoming glazy watching herself and Miss Johnson in the midst of their furious lovemaking the week before, watching Miss Johnson kissing her ever so deeply, watching and listening in disbelief to herself panting and moaning as the older woman fucked her into oblivion. The scene absorbed her thoroughly, her attention captured and focused so much that she took no notice of Miss Johnson moving behind her, unaware of her teacher's presence until she felt Miss Johnson's hands reaching under her arms. Miss Johnson's fingertips grazed gently over Nicole as she began removing the young girl's clothing. Nicole felt her teacher's feather light touch undoing the buttons on her blouse one by one, her shirt lifting out of her uniform skirt and then removed entirely. She Then felt the zipper on her her skirt coming down, the garment falling effortlessly to the floor. Miss Johnson put her arm around Nicole and walked her over to the bed. She sat sat down in front of Nicole and continued undressing her. Nicole was totally nude in a matter of seconds. Nicole's eyes never left the image on the television screen. When she saw and heard herself climax, she succumbed completely and closed her eyes just as the last article of her clothing, her bra, fell beneath Miss Johnson's delicately questing fingers. Her large breasts came free, and Miss Johnson immediately took hold of them with both hands. "Hmmm...lovely," she breathed, enveloping the hardening nipples with her lips and tongue. Nicole moaned softly and brought her hands to the back of Miss Johnson's head, pressing the teacher's head against her breasts, running her fingers through the wavy brown tresses as the older woman fondled and suckled. Miss Johnson had long ago discovered that a girls breasts were often times incredibly sensitive, providing the most direct and expedient path to arousal. It proved to be the case with her latest subject as Miss Johnson felt Nicole's breathing becoming heavy, a very familiar indication that the teenager was once again responding gratifyingly to her gentle touch. Nicole watched silently as Miss Johnson began kissing her way down the young girls body towards her curly bush, her hands moving to give Nicole's ass cheeks a healthy squeeze. "Lie down," she said huskily. "Please let me taste you..." Nicole nervously lay down on the bed and watched as Miss Johnson moved in between her legs. The older woman wasted no time and dove into Nicole's pussy with a fervent lust, her tongue expertly slithering it's way accross the young girl's clitoris. That first touch was enough to make Nicole arch her back in a mini spasm, and then settle back and lose herself in the sensation she'd waited for all week long. She began squirming almost instantly, and it wasn't long afterwards that she felt the first waves of orgasm come crashing over her body. Miss Johnson continued the oral assault, sliding a finger deep into Nicole's vagina to send her young student even higher, resulting in a second and much more intense orgasm immediately following the first. Nicole cried out and arched her body towards the ceiling above, possessed completely by the passionate throes of her own womanhood. Nicole was just beginning to come back to earth when she heard Miss Johnson speak again. "Are you ready for me, Miss Taylor?" she asked. Nicole lifted her head up and looked at Miss Johnson. The teachers eyes were slitted as she planted kisses along Nicole's thighs and vulva, occasionaly extending her tongue to drag lazily accross the young girl's clit. Nicole knew what it was Miss Johnson was asking for, a moment of truth she had both longed for and dreaded for the past seven days. She silently nodded at the older woman. Miss Johnson smiled again before getting up from the bed to disrobe. Nicole watched intently, her eyes transfixed on her teacher as she slowly undressed in front of her. It was hardly the first time Nicole had seen Miss Johnson take her clothes off, but this time was different. This time she was more consumed by curiosity than by uncertain expectation. She studied Miss Johnson, taking time to carefully observe every move the older woman made. First, the cufflinks on her wrists, then the buttons on the front of her blouse carefully undone. Then her skirt, unzipped from the back and drawn down to the floor, allowing her to slip out of her blouse with ease, exposing her massive breasts tightly confined by the frilly, black laced brassiere that held them in place. Miss Johnson reached behind her and undid the clasp, slipping the garment off her shoulders, letting the large, perfectly shaped orbs to swing freely. Finally came her panties, which she removed revealing her own well manicured loveliness. For the first time, Nicole sat back and watched in wonder, not as a terrified teanager on the verge of embarking on a new and somewhat frigthening experience, but instead as a young lady who was just beginning to appreciate the incredible beauty of the form standing in front of her. For the first time, Nicole realized that her English teacher was an extraordinarly sexy woman, and as physically desirable as anything she could've ever imagined. "You're staring, Miss Taylor," Miss Johnson said as she moved to her dresser. "Huh? Oh...I'm sorry. I just never really realized...Miss Johnson, you're very beautiful." The compliment felt as weak as it was awkward. "Well, thank you," the older woman chuckled as she openned one of the dresser drawers and fished about inside. "Don't worry - we will come to the art of giving pleasure in another lesson." She found what she was looking for and paused. "For now, I think it's safe to say that more time and attention needs to be given to the receiving of pleasure." She emphasized the word "receiving" as she brought her hand out of the drawer holding the same enormous dildo she'd worn the week before. She watched Nicole's eyes grow wide at the first sight of the monstrous toy. "Very well, then," she went on with a smile. "That is where we will maintain our focus." Nicole felt her heart jump as she watched Miss Johnson return to the bedside and begin climbing into the harness and tightening the straps around her hips. The fake phallus was even larger than Nicole remembered. It seemed hard to believe the entire length had been inside her the last time she'd experienced it's use, but it didn't matter. It wouldn't be more than a few minutes more before any of Nicole's doubts about such a huge instrument ever fitting inside her young pussy were laid completely to rest. Nicole could feel herself getting wet again as she watched Miss Johnson check to make sure the straps were tight enough before moving to the bed. She leaned forward and kissed Nicole on the stomach. "Spread your legs for me, my dear..." Nicole felt a twitching between her legs when Miss Johnson spoke that last sentence, and then spread her legs widely and watched the older woman slip in between. Miss Johnson leaned forward and gave Nicole's clitoris a long, wet kiss, softening the folds once again with that wonderful mouth of hers to get Nicole's juices flowing once more. She then moved up on top of Nicole, moving the dildo down to Nicole's moistened slit before looking her student in the eye. The look she saw on the teenager's face told her want she wanted to know, and she looked down to focus her atention as she began working the huge dildo into Nicole's sopping pussy. Nicole gasped as she felt the big head slip past her opening. She looked right at Miss Johnson, her face wearing an expression that told the teacher to keep going. Miss Johnson took the cue and pressed forward, sinking herself into Nicole in one long, smooth stroke. The older woman pressed her hips into Nicole's, forcing her cock deep inside. The teenager let out a long, soulfull moan as she felt the massive organ filling her to the brim. Miss Johnson then took Nicole in her arms and kissed her deeply, her tongue flooding Nicole's mouth. Nicole kissed her back and wrapped her arms around Miss Johnson, holding her tightly. Miss Johnson immediately stopped kissing Nicole long enough to look at her young quarry before taking control and applying herself to the task at hand. Miss Johnson took her time. There was no sense of urgency, no need to rush, no compelling necessity to unleash a continuous, unyielding torent of intense, furious orgasms as there had been seven days earlier. Such an animal-like performance had served it's purpose the week before, which was to entrall and enrapture in order to show sexual fullfillment at it's rawest. But the need for that was gone. Tonight was not about the emergent introduction of a teenaged girl to the world of adult pleasure, but about sharing sexual intimacy between, as Miss Johnson had put it earlier, two "consenting individuals." This wasn't sex - it was lovemaking. Miss Johnson's strokes were slow and powerful, each one measured carefully to maximize the desired affect. She long cocked Nicole, pulling out all the way back to the bulbous head before thrusting back inside. She was very careful with the angle of penetration, making sure to graze Nicole's clit with each stroke. She was methodical, but kept a leisurely rhythm, letting Nicole dictate the pace and giving only as much as her student told her she was ready for. All the while, she ran her hands through Nicole's hair, kissing her neck, her face, her breasts, taking time to suck on Nicole's swollen, sensitive nipples, and then filling Nicole's mouth with her tongue once more. Nicole quickly became breathless and wrapped her legs around Miss Johnson's back, the latex penis becoming very well lubricated as it moved back and forth inside her. She closed her eyes and gave herself over completely to the pleasure of the moment, feeling Miss Johnson arms wrapped around her, feeling the older woman's lips on her body and her probing deeply into her own mouth - all while being totally swept away by the incredible feeling of fullness invading deep within her. The embrace continued on, the air filled with breathless cries and soft moans. Nicole came close to orgasm several times, but each time Miss Johnson would slow down a bit, letting the teenager regain herself. Nicole didn't mind at all. She enjoyed the loving attention Miss Johnson showed her, and did her best to return the tenderness each time she felt Miss Johnson's lips on her own. Finally, the older woman looked down at Nicole and paused. "Tell me what you want, my dear," she said. "It's alright to just go ahead and say it. Don't be afraid - tell me what you want." NIcole knew immediatley what Miss Johnson was saying, and was ready with her answer without hesitation. "Fuck me," she said. "I want you to fuck me." Miss Johnson gave Nicole a knowing smile and released her long enough to steady herself on her hands and knees. She picked up the pace, her eyes glued to Nicole as the teenager did her best to hang on, the dildo driving harder and deeper with each thrust that followed. Nicole's gentle sighs turned into throaty grunts and groans as Miss Johnson pummeled into Nicole time and again. Nicole suddenly cried out as the spasm she knew was coming hit her without warning, her mouth spilling forth a gutorall howl that signaled a massive release. And as Nicole's mind suddenly shot forth to a place between bliss and conciousness, Miss Johnson just watched from above, a lewd expression crossing her lips as she pounded away at Nicole's throbbing pussy... Yes, this would do...for a start.