Date: Fri, 29 Sep 2023 18:13:50 -0700 From: Jan none Subject: Donna and Art Teacher (Lesbian/ Adult Youth, oral, anal, g/F) Adult Youth, oral, anal, g/F This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a girl and a woman. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. If you enjoy Nifty, please make your donation to Nifty Archive Alliance to help keep the site running and stories available. Copyright 2023 Jan, all rights reserved. You may contact me at janmay6969@gmail.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. Donna and Art Teacher By Jan When I entered high school for the first time, I was overwhelmed by the campus. It was so much bigger than the junior high campus that I came from. This school was in the central city and there were more than twelve thousand students in the school. The freshman class combined student bodies from four feeder junior high schools meant that there were three times as many freshmen than the total number of students in my junior high. I received my class schedule in the mail and had to make a special trip to the campus to use a printout of the layout of the campus to move around the campus to find the classrooms for my six classes, the location of the locker I had been assigned. The problem with the locker was that it was not even located in any building where my rooms were located. The location of the cafeteria, library, and student store were obvious. I could see that moving from one classroom to another within the six minutes allotted was going to be a problem. The first day of school and all the freshmen had to gather in the auditorium to listen to a welcoming speech by the principal and when it was over, they broke us up into small groups and an upper-classman guided us around to show us where rooms were located. All of us complained about the location of our lockers. We told them that whether they like it or not we are going to have carry packs. The second day I had to report to my first period class. It was a freshman civic class. I was not thinking much of the class, and class after class I was disappointed with teachers or the outline of the classes curriculum until I entered my fifth period art class. The teacher was a tall regal looking woman that I thought must be in her fifties because of her silver hair pulled back into a ponytail. She was dressed fashionably, and I was impressed with her figure. I noticed that all-of the freshman boys were impressed with her figure as well. I overheard a few comments being exchanged about her figure in whispers and they all dealt with her breasts. She wrote her name on the chalkboard, Miss. Backus. And told us what we would be doing in the first year of the art class. She explained what materials we need to bring to class. She told us that the typical Ticonderoga number 2 pencil is fine for taking notes in the classroom, but for drawing we needed softer leads. She suggested that we buy several 4-B pencils. She had us practice drawing circles and stressing that we try to draw a freehand circle where the ends meet. I found that boring as did my classmates. At the end of the class, I rushed to my sixth period class. My last class for the day was physical education. We were sitting on the bleacher in the gymnasium and were told that we needed gym clothes for the class, and showed us the locker room. We learned quickly that to have gym for the last class we would get to watch the varsity football team practice. Several girls were giddy at the prospect watching the boys. It took me a couple of weeks to get used to the routine. One day while walking home after school I was passing the local park across the street from the school. I observed mothers playing with their toddlers and youngsters playing in the park. There were old retirees sitting on the benches watching the children playing. Then I saw Miss. Backus sat on a bench with a sketch pad in hand and appeared to be drawing. I entered the park and approached her. I asked her what she was drawing, and she looked up and recognized me. "Dawn, I always like to make sketches of people to keep my hand in my art." She handed me her sketch pad as I sat down on the bench next to her. As I looked at her sketches, I recognized that they were drawings of children and adults there in the park. As I flipped through the pages, I recognized students from school. Then I found a page that had portraits of my fellow freshman class. I was flattered to see a drawing of my face. Miss. Backus smiled and handed me her pencil and invited me to sketch someone. I took the pencil and looked around the park for someone to draw. I started drawing and moved swiftly and it only took me about five minute to finish my sketch. When I handed the sketch pad back to my teacher. I waited to see the expression on her face. She smiled when she saw that had drawn her face in a three-quarter view. She looked at me: "Dawn, you're wasting your time in in a first-year art class. You are the best artist I have seen in our school for many years. Dawn, when we are not in a student teacher situation you can call me by my given name is Emily. I was thinking that it would be nice if you could accompany me to an art exhibit this Friday and we could go to dinner afterwards and spend the night at my place." I was excited about being with her and assured her that I would ask my mom if I can go with you." Of course, my mom was pleased to allow me to accompany my teacher to an art exhibit. I let Emily know I had permission to go with her the next day after class. When Friday arrived, I met Emily at the teacher parking lot and she directed me to her car. I was impressed with her car and wondered how she could afford a car like that on a teacher's salary. As she drove us to the Contemporary Art Museum, she explained: "I make enough money selling my own paintings to allow me to make a comfortable living. I don't need to rely on my teacher's salary. I teach because I enjoy working with young people." When we entered the gallery, I was impressed with the surroundings. Each room we entered smelled of oil paint and lent seed oil from fresh paintings and from restoration touch ups. As we moved through the gallery Emily was stopped by people who recognized her or were known by her. She was asking me about my feelings about the paintings. Of course, I was not impressed with the abstract paintings. I complained a four-year-old could throw paint on a canvas and create paints better than what was hanging on the walls. She tried to explain the emotion I was supposed to feel from them. I told her the reason they use too much white lead and burnt sienna on their paintings is because they are the cheapest oil paints they can buy. When we had seen all the exhibits we finally left and she took me to a fancy restaurant. The waiter served each course of our meal and removed the dishes before serving the next course. He served us Champlain without questing my age. The dessert he served contained more different kinds of chocolate than I had ever tasted before. When he placed the little tray on the table Emily placed her credit card on the tray and the waiter returned with her recite. As we left the establisment a Valette took her numbered tab and ran to the parking lot and soon pulled the car under the pergola and two Valette's opened the doors for us. She drove me to her home and showed me her home. She insisted on making cappuccino and when she poured the steamed milk into the coffee cup, she tilted the cup to create the white heart in the middle of the cup. She also poured a jigger of Amaretto wine. She served everything in her comfortable family room. We sat together on her leather tufted couch. She removed her high heels and rubbed her feet before tucking her leg under her body as she turned towards me. We took a sip of the coffee and she asked me if I liked it? I had never tasted any coffee like that before, and I assured her that I liked it very much. She told me that I could either sip the wine between sips of the coffee or pour the wine into the coffee cup. I took a sip of the wine and discovered how sweet it was. While the sweet taste of the wine was in my mouth Emily placed a hand on my cheek and kissed me on the mouth. It took my breath away when she probed my mouth with her tongue. My head was spinning as she placed her other hand on the side of my right breast and when I didn't attempt to push her hand away, she moved her hand over my tit and gave it a genital squeeze. I found myself returning her kiss and loving it. The way she was sitting her A-line dress was riding up her legs so high that I could see the lace tops of her self-supporting nylons. I consumed the coffee and wine nervously because looking at her sexy legs and hoping to catch a glimpse of her panties was making me horny. When we finished the coffee and wine, she abruptly ended a kiss and stood up, pulling me to my feet by my hand and led me to her bedroom. The bedroom smelled of a mixture of sweet perfumes and body power. She asked me: "Would you like to get undressed and allow me to make love to you?" I had never had sex with an older woman before. I said "Yes" with a trembling voice. Emily reached behind her back and unzipped her A- line dress. She pulled it up and over her head and tossed it aside. I was surprised to see that she was not wearing a bra or panties. All she was wearing was her nylons. For some reason she looked even more naked in the nylons. Her breasts didn't need support. They looked like models with breast implants but I could not see any scars. The only flaws that I could see were two brown moles near the cleavage of her right breast and another mole on the right-side of her vulva close to her bikini trimmed pubic hair. She stood there long enough for me to fully inspect her magnificent body. I even commented: "You have the figure of a 20- year-old nude model! How do you do it?" Emily smiled: "Clean living, and eating pussy!" She proceeded to help me get undressed. I was wearing my typical school clothes that consisted of full panties, a support bra, ankle socks and ballerina flats, full slip, pleated skirt, white blouse with quarter sleeved, and a nice sweater. She and I had me out of my clothes in a hurry. She held me at arms-length while she admired my young body. She commented on how adorable my breasts were and how attractive my natural pubic triangle was. She told me that she envied my athletic legs. Then she picked me up and placed me on the bed. When she joined me on the bed, she wrapped me in her arms as we lay on the bed. She Took my breath away when she kissed me. When she moved er body down to suck on my tits, she also stuck a finger into my vagina and finger fucked me until I had a body shaking orgasm. It embarrassed me when she brought her hand up to smell her fingers and suck on them. She asked me: "Who took your virginity?" I felt a little guilt when I responded: "I did it myself. I took a nice cucumber from the fridge and took it to bed with me and Jilled myself with it one night, and returned it to the fridge the next morning." Emily moved down the bed and got between my legs and she proceeded to worship my cunt. She did things with her mouth and tongue on my pussy that none of my childhood girlfriends had ever done. She lifted me legs up and bent them back until my knees were close to my shoulders and she not only licked my cunt she probed my asshole with her tongue. I actually-experienced four orgasms before she moved back up to lay beside me and kiss me again. I was overwhelmed by the emotion of kissing a beautiful woman with her face covered with my pussy juice and the smell of my own ass. We lay there breathing hard for several moments before I worked up the courage to ask: "Do you want me to do the same thing to you?" Emily smiles: "Honey. You don't have to do anything at all! I'm thrilled to make love to you." I was fascinated by her breasts, so I had to feel them and found that they were as firm as a teenager's but were soft in my hands. They were obviously natural. I took one of her nipples into my mouth and suckled on it like a baby while clinging to the other tit. After I had sucked on her nipples long enough to cause Emily some discomfort, I moved down her body until I was between her legs where I was admiring her vagina. I suspected that she had shaved some time before school let out because there was no trace of stubble on her vulva and labia majora where she didn't want it. Even the landing strip on her vulva, every hair of the landing strip was the same quarter-inch length. I felt the mole on her right vulva and found that it was as smooth as the rest of her skin. When I parted her labia majora I found that her hooded clitoris was as large as an almond. I took it into my mouth and sucked on it like a greedy baby sucking on a mother's tit. I started probing her vagina with a finger. I found that I could actually-insert my fist into her vagina and fuck her with it. I made sure she had a couple of orgasms before even thinking about her butt. I rolled her over onto her belly and spread the cheeks and looked at her puckered asshole. I stuck my nose against her asshole and smelled her ass before I started licking her asshole and probing it with the tip of my tongue. I knew that Emily was enjoying my efforts because she was making all kinds of pleasant noises she was making. When we were finished, we cuddled up in each other arms and legs to fall asleep. I drifted off to sleep with the smell of her perfumed body and the odor of her sex all over my body. We slept late the next morning. The morning sun heating up the bedroom woke me up. I wallowed in the knowledge of the love I had to the beautiful woman laying next to me. I didn't want to wake her up, but my bladder was full and letting me know if I didn't do something soon, I would be peeing all over her leg. I tried to untangle myself from Emily but she pulled me against her and kissed me on the mouth. I could smell her foul morning breath. I had to pry myself away from her and plead: "Please, let me go before I pee all over you?" She also got out of bed and walked me to the bathroom. She watched me turn around and sit on the toilet seat. As soon as she heard my water splashing into the water in the toilet bowl, she straddled my legs and sat on me facing me and started peeing against my pussy mound. When we finished, I pleaded with Emily to let me have the bathroom to myself because I needed to shit. Emily assured me that the smell wouldn't bother her. While I was shitting, she drew the bathtub so that we could bathe together. We didn't bother getting dressed before we went to the kitchen to have bowls of mixed fruit to eat and she brewed us cups of cappuccino to go with the fruit. When we were done, we returned to the bedroom to make love again. We ate each other's pussy and rimmed our assholes before we cleaned up and got dressed, before she drove me home. The result of that evening was Emil's love for the duration of my high school career. I met plenty of other students and professors at the State University to ensure that I was a confirmed lesbian. If you enjoyed the story and have a story you want me to write about your introduction to the world of female sexuality, please send your outline to janmay6969@gmail.com If you enjoy Nifty, please make your donation to Nifty Archive Alliance to help keep the site running and stories available.