Date: Sat, 26 Apr 2008 13:04:12 -0700 (PDT) From: SHEILA JOHNSON <misssheilajohnson@yahoo.com> Subject: MISS JOHNSON PART 8 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" is a fictionalized place created solely for literary purposes and does not in any way refer to an actual school under the same name, whether wholly or in part. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Miss Johnson Part VIII -- A New Addition "Say what you want, my dear..." Nicole was, of course, breathing quite heavily, reacting as expected to the feel of Miss Johnson's fabulous lips and tongue on her breasts. The teacher's hands had a firm clasp on both of Nicole's young orbs as she tweaked the sensitive nipples, lightly biting on them and swirling around them with her tongue before swallowing them whole, sucking on them with such force that Nicole almost came on the spot. It was just after Halloween, and the scene was just as it had been on each preceding Friday evening for the last several weeks: With Nicole lying naked on the bed of her 38 year old English teacher, superimposed and intertwined with the arms and legs of the older woman's own unclad frame, and well on the way to enjoying yet another amatory lesbian escapade at the hands of her coital mentress. "...I...I...," Nicole stammered. "Tell me what you want," the teacher responded throatily. "Tell me that you want me to eat your pussy...say, `Eat my pussy, Miss Johnson'..." Miss Johnson continued her attentions until Nicole could no longer hold back. Finally she cried out. "EAT ME -- EAT MY PUSSY, MISS JOHNSON!!!" The older woman smiled before releasing Nicole's breasts and slithering her way down, passing the young girl's stomach before arriving at the already well moistened folds. Miss Johnson gently spread them apart before reaching in to give the hardened nub in between a long, wet kiss. "......uuuuuuuuuuuuuggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Nicole moaned. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm." Miss Johnson mumbled a satisfied growl and drank in Nicole's juice flowing from deep within her, enjoying her prize thoroughly as she felt the teenager squirming from her expert touch. "You like it when I eat your pussy -- don't you, Miss Taylor?" "Y-y-y-yes...oh, yes...," Nicole panted. "You like it when I lick you, when I use my lips and tongue on you - don't you?" "Y-y-yes...oooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Nicole sighed soulfully as the teacher hit a sensitive spot. "And when I rub you with my fingers?" The older woman reached in again with her middle finger to find Nicole's vaginal canal, inserting it deeply between, quickly finding the teenager's g-spot and rubbing lightly. "......ooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh...aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh...mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm....." "That's a good girl..." The teacher smiled again, her voice becoming lost as her mouth found Nicole's clit yet again. "And you like eating my pussy, too -- don't you. Don't you!!!" "Y-y-y-y-y-yessssssss!!!" Nicole was beside herself. Mini spasms rippling through her signaled a very powerful orgasm fast approaching. More licking. "You like having a woman in your mouth -- sucking on her, tasting her -- don't you!" "Y-Y-Y-Y-YEEESSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!" Miss Johnson kissed Nicole's clitoris yet again, swirling the bud with her tongue. Nicole moaned even louder this time. "Would you like to feel another woman's pussy on your lips?" She began flicking Nicole very lightly with her tongue. Nicole hesitated, but only briefly. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm-hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...," was all she could muster, almost completely beyond words. Miss Johnson smiled slyly. "Even your little friend, Amanda?" "N-N-N-N......OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH..." Nicole heard the words, registered their meaning, but was unable to do anything except submit completely to Miss Johnson's wishes. She tried to catch her breath and resist, fighting hard to defy and reject the older woman's suggestion... ...it was just that Miss Johnson wouldn't stop licking... "Say it's what you want, Miss Taylor -- say, "I want to eat Amanda's pussy! Say it -- SAY IT!!!" "I WANNA EAT AMANDA'S PUSSY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Miss Johnson surrounded Nicole's clit with her mouth again, feeling it stiffen even harder. The rest of Nicole's body stiffened a moment later. When Nicole awoke she saw Miss Johnson above her, the teacher's hands on her hips, straddling Nicole on her knees. Her enormous chest heaved impatiently, anxiously awaiting the attention that would be shortly forthcoming. Miss Johnson looked at Nicole and smiled. "Welcome back, Miss Taylor," she said. "You've recovered nicely, I see. Let's continue, shall we?" She reached down, taking hold of one breast and bringing it to Nicole's face. Nicole heard Miss Johnson's voice once more as the teacher descended upon her, the mammoth organ growing larger to the eye as the young girl watched it drawing closer to her. "And we shall have to see, Miss Taylor, what we can do to make your wish come true." Nicole immediately remembered what Miss Johnson was referring to and opened her mouth to protest. Miss Johnson quickly filled it with her own hardened nipple, silencing Nicole as the teenager quickly succumbed to the taste and feel of the older woman's flesh. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Hello!!" Miss Johnson closed the front door behind her and put down her briefcase in the foyer, taking off her coat and hanging up on the coat rack nearby before walking into the living room. "Anybody home?" she called out a second time. No answer. "Hmmm," she said. The silence was very odd. She expected at the very least to find Nicole talking Cynthia's ear off; the fact that Cynthia was a very prominent and successful Wall Street attorney was enough Miss Johnson knew to keep Nicole enthralled for hours. But they were no where in sight, though she was sure they were somewhere inside. Cynthia had called her the moment she arrived, and Miss Johnson knew Nicole wouldn't dare be late, after the `punishment' she received last week. If they had gone out, Cynthia would've called first to let Sheila know where they were going. They were, she reasoned, probably in the kitchen getting a snack, which suited Miss Johnson just fine. Nicole would definitely need all the strength she could get when she found out what the older woman had in store for the evenings festivities. The thought made Miss Johnson smile in anticipation. Convincing herself that's where they were, she walked back to the console table in the foyer to retrieve her mail before starting for her bedroom to change clothes. She was half way up the steep flight of stairs, casually looking over a bundle of boring and unimportant correspondence, when a strange and unexpected noise coming from somewhere upstairs caught her ear. The sound stopped Miss Johnson dead in her tracks, and a taut look of strange curiosity suddenly snapped across her face as she pondered the odd disturbance. `It couldn't be,' she thought, trying to decide if she'd heard herself correctly and listening intently for whatever it was to repeat itself. The sound seemed recognizable enough for the teacher to know what it was, and the possibility was enough to make her loins tingle with excitement. But she had to be mistaken. It was only 8:15, which meant that Nicole had been there for a little over an hour -- not nearly enough time to... Miss Johnson heard the noise again. This time it was unmistakable. The pitch and timbre were very familiar, and the teacher's expression perked up with gleeful surprise at being able to identify the source. The sound was emanating from Miss Johnson's bedroom. It was Nicole, and she was either cumming or very close to it. Miss Johnson continued upstairs, the sound of heavy panting and low, animal like grunting and groaning getting louder as she approached the partially opened bedroom door, already knowing what she would find inside. As she got closer, another sound became audible -- the sound of another person's voice, grumbling in a very low and animal like tone... "...yeah, that's it...you like it like that, don't you, you gorgeous little slut...you like having a big cock inside you, don't you...don't you worry, sugar, mama's gonna fuck you nice & hard with her big, black cock...she's gonna fuck you all night long & make you cum so hard & so good...yeah, that's right...come on baby..." When Miss Johnson finally got to the doorway and saw for herself, her eyes confirmed what her ears already knew. The older woman chuckled quietly to herself, and then leaned against the doorway and crossed her arms, content to be a momentary voyeur and enjoy the bawdy scene in front of her. The two naked, seemingly female forms on the large bed were tightly meshed together and were impossible to recognize at first glance, but Miss Johnson knew right away who it was. Both bodies seemed to be fused together as one nude mass, arms and legs wrapped around each other, moving in a single, powerful, rhythmic motion -- rising and falling, rising and falling, back and forth, back and forth -- with each move accompanied by the appropriate auditory cuing that left no doubt as to what was happening. The vision lasted more than just a few moments, and the older woman could feel the familiar moistness building between her own legs as she watched 18 year old Nicole Taylor, recently introduced to the pleasures of womanly loving, being devastatingly fucked by her college friend and confidant, Cynthia Jackson. Miss Johnson continuing watching for a few minutes more, the heaving image in front of her separating as Cynthia rose up over Nicole on her hands and knees, her hips grinding against the teenager's pelvis giving only a hint of the 12 inch long, 2 inch thick black dildo in between. Nicole lay beneath with that familiar pleading expression, both hands grasping Cynthia's ass cheeks firmly as she fought to drive the enormous member deeper inside herself. Cynthia managed a thin smile and began picking up the pace, her cock filing Nicole to the brim, driving the teenager closer and closer to another ferocious climax. The sweat on Cynthia's body gave her dark skin an ethereal sheen to it, and made her well defined musculature ripple with amorous intensity as the prominent whimpering beneath her rapidly announced yet another forceful orgasm from her teenaged lover. Miss Johnson finally had enough and walked over to the bedside, the two women in front of her once again becoming entangled in a passionate kiss before Cynthia continued her plunging dance of the flesh. Miss Johnson just simply folded her arms and waited a moment more for Cynthia to notice her, the handsome African American woman finally acknowledging her friends presence with a sexy smile. "Bout time you got here," she said breathlessly, Nicole completely out of breath beneath her as the huge phallus continued ravaging her almost on its own. Miss Johnson just smiled a mischievous smile and shook her head as she started to disrobe. "You just couldn't wait for me, could you?" Cynthia just smiled at the older woman and gave off a sly wink. Nicole and Cynthia just stared at each other, Nicole standing nervously and Cynthia seated comfortably across the living room. Nicole remained frozen in place, still not sure she'd heard Cynthia correctly with regard to her suggestion of an impromptu coital episode. The more she stared at the thin smile on the strange woman's face, the more convinced the teenager became that the proposition was serious. "I-I mean...," Nicole stammered, still caught by surprise that this woman would know anything about what went on between her and her English teacher. "I don't know what Miss Johnson told you about me or anything, but..." Cynthia didn't wait for the teenager to finish. She unfolded her legs and stood up, walking over to Nicole. Nicole backed up slightly, not knowing what to do or where to go, for that matter. Her eyes remained fixed on Cynthia's and her mouth perched open suspiciously as the stranger approached her and crossed her arms, still smiling that same smile that suggested she knew what was coming. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small silver chain with a dazzling green crystal attached to its end. She held the chain up so the crystal hung freely from the bottom, its view completely unobstructed from Nicole's line of sight. Out of instinct, Nicole looked at the seemingly harmless jewel. The momentary glance was more than enough to capture Nicole's attention, and that was all Cynthia needed for the crystal to do its work. Nicole's mind became lost in the gem's amazingly complex reflection, twisting and refracting the surrounding room light into unusual patterns. The effect was instantaneous and powerful -- and completely irresistible. In less than a minute, Nicole closed her eyes, once again the victim of an entrancing external force for which she had no defense. Cynthia put the jewel back in her pocket, then came forward and raised Nicole's chin with her hand. "That's better," she said. She sealed Nicole's mouth with her own, her hands coming forward to lightly fondle the teenager's prominent bosom before finding the buttons on her uniform blouse. "...uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Nicole let out a long moan, the last ripples of a powerful orgasm coursing through her just as Miss Johnson finished adjusting the straps on her own sizeable phallus. The teacher went over and sat down on the bed next to Nicole and Cynthia. She looked down at Nicole, stroking the teenager's hair and smiling. "You seem to be enjoying yourself, Miss Taylor." Nicole looked up at Miss Johnson with a pleading expression. "Pl--pl-- please..." she panted. "Shhh...," cooed the older woman, leaning closer to the teenagers face. "Just relax, my dear. We'll all be having fun in a moment." She came forth with a lusty kiss before yielding the young girls mouth back to Cynthia, who quickly filled it with her own searching tongue. Cynthia then rolled Nicole over on top of her, the mammoth artificial penis strapped tightly to her still buried deep within the teenager. The two continued kissing deeply while Miss Johnson got on top of Nicole, kissing her way down Nicole's back until she was staring directly at the young girl's shapely buttocks. Miss Johnson took hold of both cheeks and gave them a firm squeeze, then parted them to reveal the wrinkled orifice in between. Wasting no time, she reached out with her tongue and lapped wetly at the opening. "Ooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!" Nicole cried out from the unexpected stimulus, her lips wandering away from Cynthia's. Cynthia took firm hold of the teenager's neck and brought her back to the kiss, the two holding each other in a strong embrace and enjoying each others mouths while Miss Johnson savored her anal feast. The older woman tickled around the anal canal, making Nicole squirm about, before finally taking the plunge and burying her tongue deep inside. Nicole cried out again from the incredible sensation. Miss Johnson had not enjoyed Nicole like this before today, and she allowed herself to relish the opportunity for a few moments, fondling & squeezing the well-rounded cheeks while gorging on the prize in between. She moistened the aperture well before letting go, rising up above Nicole to steady herself before wetting her middle finger and inserting it into Nicole's anus. Nicole cried out yet again but did not break the kiss with Cynthia, her new found love partner maintaining a firm hold on Nicole and slowly moving her own dildo within the teenager's still throbbing pussy. Miss Johnson took position beside the two lovers, kissing Nicole's back and shoulders whilst slowly frigging her from behind, using first one finger, then two. She delved deeply into the young girl's anus, moving her fingers back and forth, turning them around in circles, making a crook with her fingertips and massaging the insides. It wasn't until she was absolutely sure Nicole could handle what was coming that she withdrew her fingers and took position behind the teenager, gathering Nicole's knees up into a closer to her body and into a kneeling position before leaning over to stroke her hair and kiss the back of her head. "Do something for me Miss Taylor," she whispered in Nicole's ear. "Put your hands flat on the bed and push yourself up onto your hands and knees." The teenager complied, finally breaking her kiss with Cynthia and raising up into a kneeling position, still impaled on the enormous dildo within her, her ass resting comfortably on top of Cynthia's hips. Cynthia took hold of Nicole's arms to help steady her. "Excellent, my dear," Miss Johnson smiled against Nicole's earlobe, her hands encircling Nicole's body to take hold of the teenagers breasts. "Now listen to me very carefully. We're going to try something a little different tonight. There may be a slight discomfort at first, but you must relax and trust me. Do you trust me?" Nicole looked over her shoulder to make eye contact with the older woman and nodded. "Good," the older woman continued. "I made a promise to you when we first began that I wouldn't hurt you, and I intend to keep that promise. But you must remain relaxed and trust me completely. I assure you, you will not regret it, because the pleasure you're about to experience will be unlike anything you've felt before." Before donning the enormous strap-on, Miss Johnson had covered it with a greaseless lubricant, one with little more than a single purpose. Now, she used her hand to ensure the entire member was covered before positioning it at Nicole's tender opening. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Nicole cried out loudly, her eyes opening as wide as they could as she felt the bulbous head piercing her sphincter. She had known what Miss Johnson was going to do to her; in fact, she wanted the older woman to try, so trusting had she become in her sexual tutor that her spirit had become open to any kind of potential adventure the teacher had in store. It was one reason Cynthia had overcome her so quickly in the living room earlier. Even so, she had been unprepared for the feeling of having that huge member up her ass, and did her best to adjust to the feeling as Miss Johnson made her way inside. "Easy, Miss Taylor...easy," the older woman continued. "Do you want me to stop?" "N-n-n-oooooooo!!!!" Miss Johnson took the cue and continued on inside, observing carefully as the thick shaft slowly disappeared inside Nicole's anus. She went very slowly, going no further than she was sure Nicole could handle in a single thrust. After what seemed like an eternity, the entire length was inside, Miss Johnson's pelvis finally coming in contact with Nicole's backside. "Very good, Miss Taylor, you did very well," the teacher whispered, smiling as her hands once again took hold of her student's young orbs. "Now just relax -- and enjoy the fuck of your life." Miss Johnson withdrew her huge cock slowly and carefully. As she reached the end, she again began slowly back inside, strongly pressing forward with her pelvis when the shaft was completely inside. The motion had the effect of literally lifting Nicole off of Cynthia's own cock, which had still been deeply impaled inside the teenager's pussy. The older woman then withdrew again, allowing Nicole to settle back and thus skewering herself once more against the darker woman's phallus. The teacher moved forward once more, slowly pushing herself deep inside whilst simultaneously lifting Nicole off of Cynthia. Miss Johnson continued the rhythmic motion, careful not to proceed too quickly lest she inflict more pain than pleasure on the young girl. She kept a firm hold on Nicole's hips to keep her steady, periodically massaging Nicole's back and shoulders, feeling the teenager's muscles relax little by little as she slowly gave in to the sensation. The sight was an enormous turn on for the older woman, watching her own huge strap on disappear inside Nicole's creamy white ass cheeks, then feeling Nicole quiver beneath her as she withdrew and then became speared on Cynthia's own fake penis. As the pace quickened, Cynthia would begin to thrust just as she felt Miss Johnson withdrawing, burying her enormous dildo deep inside Nicole's now wildly throbbing pussy and adding to the already overwhelming effect of being fucked with mammoth love poles at the same time. There was no way Nicole could keep from responding to the double penetration and the simultaneous thrust-withdraw motion Miss Johnson and Cynthia had exerted upon her. Whatever momentary pain she had been initially subjected to had given way to incredible reality; she had two monstrous penis shaped dildos inside her -- and they both felt phenomenal. Her nervous system was being completely overpowered, and she was close to passing out. She didn't care, for she knew the orgasm that was close at hand would make the others she'd experienced seem like nothing. As her body began convulsing, the last thing that shot through her mind before losing consciousness was the thought of what a turn on it would be for her to watch Amanda experiencing exactly the same thing. Nicole recovered quickly after her flight into the orgasmic unknown, but didn't have long to convalesce. Miss Johnson and Cynthia quickly set upon her, and a melee of lips, probing tongues, stroking fingertips, and thrusting dildos ensued, creating a pungent atmosphere of sweat laden bodies, heaving breasts, hardened nipples, moistened pussies, and throbbing clitorises. Before long, gentle whispers and soft moans quickly descended into a carnal harmony of grunts, groans, and visceral cries of intense passion as the three female forms carried on with their prurient embrace long into the November night. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Is she still alive?" Cynthia inquired jokingly. It was four in the morning, and she was laid out on Miss Johnson's expensive living room couch with a leg askew, barely clad in a silk bathrobe and sipping expensive brandy, when Sheila finally joined her, clothed with her own over garment. "Yes, quite, thank you," she said with a smile, ignoring her friend's sordid sense of humor. "She fell fast asleep right away -- probably stay that way until at least noon." Cynthia chuckled. "I gotta give you credit, Sheila -- you really know how to pick `em! That one was...what's the word I'm looking for...energetic!" "Yes, well, it is about pleasure, isn't it? It would hardly be worth it if she hadn't gotten something out of it for herself." She poured herself a drink and joined Cynthia on the couch. "Besides, watching them cum is part of the turn on." Sheila looked directly at her dark skinned companion and took a long drink. Cynthia returned the stare with a smile of her own, and then glanced upstairs. "You think she'll be sore in the morning?" "No, not much. I used that special medicated salve I told you about. If she is sore, it shouldn't be any more than usual." "You sure do make an effort to avoid inflicting unnecessary pain." "Like I said, it's about pleasure. The S&M I'll leave up to the youngsters to choose for themselves -- when, of course, they're old enough to be able to appreciate such choices. As far as I'm concerned, it's all about giving and receiving pleasure. Which brings me to this..." Miss Johnson picked up an envelope off the coffee table and handed it to Cynthia. "I have a feeling this is why you called me up here," she said, taking the envelope from Miss Johnson. She reached inside and pulled out an 8x10 photograph. Cynthia gazed at the image momentarily before offering comment. "Hmmm...cute," she murmured with an approving tone. "Very cute, indeed. Do you think she's as adventurous as our little friend upstairs?" "Oh, if she's anything like Miss Taylor, she'll be a more than willing participant -- with a little gentle prodding, of course." "Ah, now I see. You want to haul the old routine out of the closet." "Absolutely," Miss Johnson responded. "It's an excellent exercise in legerdemain, and you obviously thrive within its setting. Someone with those kinds of special talents shouldn't allow them to go unused. After all, you can be very... `influential', shall we say?" Cynthia laughed at the appraisal. "Like I'm the only one -- or the first one, for that matter? I just followed your lead & got myself a little help." She looked at the picture again. "You really think she'll be into it?" A sly smile crossed Miss Johnson's lips as she took a drink. "Trust me." Cynthia spread her legs further apart, her robe opening slightly. "All this talk is getting my blood up again. I don't suppose there's any energy left in that gorgeous body of yours." She reached out with her foot and touched Miss Johnson's leg. Miss Johnson smiled again, reaching forward to put her glass on the table before crawling into Cynthia's arms. A hard kissed on Cynthia's mouth followed as her hands reached for the sash on the front of her friends robe. Cynthia accepted her friends tongue in her mouth and moved to return the embrace. She let go of the photograph, the image of Amanda Martin falling gently to the floor below her.