Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: My Art Class (MF, cons)
Date: 3 Oct 1995 23:37:41 GMT

			     My Art Class

	Working as a male go-go dancer from Key West to Provincetown,
I learned firsthand that often women can become pretty daring. While
dancing, rotating my buns as I thread my way between the tables, I've
had even the most prim-looking gray-haired ladies grope my crotch and
go as far as to slip their nimble fingers between the elastic of my
briefs.

	Recently, I was enjoying some well-earned time off when a
friend asked if I'd be interested in earning some easy money posing
for a women's art club. Sure, I said, expecting anything but what
happened.

	Most of the women were older, mid-thirties and up, a lot of
divorcees and several widows. Everything went fine until I disrobed
and took my position on the small elevated platform wearing only a
skimpy bikini. One of the students, a svelte woman around forty, with
firm, pointed tits and short-cropped, salt and pepper hair recognized
me as a dancer from one of the local clubs. She got the other women
revved up, and soon art went down the tubes as the class clustered
around me pleading for a demonstration of my act. They'd make it well
worthwhile, they promised, with much more than I'd earn posing. I
couldn't resist.

	A few minutes into my bump-and-grind, thrusting my hips and
cock at those horny, sex-starved art lovers, a tall striking blonde
with soft melon boobs, leaped on stage and whisked off her wraparound
skirt. She began to match my gyrations. Suddenly her blouse was
sailing through the air and she unsnapped her bra, releasing her Dolly
Parton-size jugs, jiggling them at me as she thrust her full round
hips at my cock. By now my crotch was beginning to bulge. She spotted
the outline of my growing erection and smiled, lips parted and tongue
sticking out.

	"I will if you will," she dared, sticking her thumbs beneath
the elastic of her sheer pink bikini panties. A chorus of "Take it
off!" filled the room. Money floated on stage at our feet. "Fuck it,"
I said. "Why not?"

	I eased my briefs down over my hips and as my stiff dick
sprung into view the whole group cheered. I was turned on by all of
the adulation and my cock was rock-hard. I have this little trick
where, by flexing my sphincter muscle, I'm able to make my dick jump
up and down. I did it several times, waving at them, and the blonde
ripped off her panties, dropped to her knees and lunged at my dick
with her open mouth. She swallowed my entire nine-incher with one
gasping gulp. Her warm mouth was drooling like crazy and after a few
wet mouth-pumps, I was coated with her saliva.

	She took my cock out of her mouth and knelt up straight, then
stuck my dripping dong between those melon mammaries, molding the soft
flesh around it, and began massaging me as I began to pump my hips,
tit-fucking her.

	The salt-and-pepper-haired broad climbed on stage and began
licking the head of my cock as it slid between the blonde's quivering
tits.

	A torrent of women's clothes flew overhead;jerseys, bras,
panties, pantyhose, all sizes and colors. After than everything
happened so fast I couldn't keep track of the sexual free-for-all.

	Cushions suddenly appeared on stage and I was being pushed
down on them. A thin woman with a firm athletic body and clean-shaven
cunt was impaling herself on my cock as an auburn-haired amazon
lowered her flaming-red creaming pussy down on my mouth. I felt
tongues flicking me all over, in my armpits, over my nipples, working
over my toes, and burrowing into my belly button, the delicious
slurping and sucking sounds blending with soft moans and excited
cries.

	My cock seemed to be everywhere at once - in mouths, between
tits, large and soft, small and firm, in cunts, warm moist palms, some
with long slender fingers, others short and pudgy.

	I don't remember how many times I came that night, but I know
was sore in the morning and couldn't get a hard-on for three days!