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Art in the Dark (MF)
by R Jordan (rjordan_assc@my-deja.com
***
Copyright 1994
I never would have taken the art appreciation class if my
friends hadn't convinced me that it was a snap. "Hey, it's Art in the
Dark, man. All you do is watch a bunch of bogus slides in the
dark." Cool, I thought.
I picked a seat in the last row. It was dark, farthest from the
prof and closest to the door. The professor, an older woman in her
40's, introduced herself as Professor Hornsby. "She looks it," I
thought watching her in that cold gray business suit and librarian
glasses. She gave out a study list of the slides before class. I
figured I could use the class time to catch up on sleep then look up
the pictures later in the library.
By the second class a girl started sitting next to me. Out of
the whole auditorium, she has to sit next to me, the only person in
back row. All I wanted to do was get some Z's. At first I was
pissed, but I soon got used to her there. We hardly ever talked
except maybe to say hi. I never did find out her name.
During one class, my pencil rolled off the little flip up desk
and landed on the floor in front of her. I leaned over to get it and
had my face almost against her knees. If it hadn't been so
dark in there I probably could have had a nice view of her pussy. I
found the pencil and when I sat back I looked over at her for some
sort of sign, but she ignored me.
I started sitting with my legs apart, crowding into her space,
I guess to annoy her into moving. When our knees touched, she
never pulled away. I scratched my knee and let my hand rest on her
leg. She pushed her leg against mine. At the risk of embarrassing
myself, I boldly rested my hand on the inside of her knee. She didn't
move away. I moved it up her bare leg until I was touching the
softest parts of the inner thigh. She slid forward in the seat to give
me better access up through the leg of her baggy shorts.
My hand soon felt the warmth radiating from her pussy way before
actually touching it. I ran my fingers over her panties feeling the
soft mound underneath. They were already getting damp from my touch.
I slid a finger under the leg band to feel her warm slick pussy. She
had a small tuft of pubic hair above her clit, but her pussy lips
were cleanly shaved.
I worked my finger the length of her slit, slowly and gently.
She began to move against my hand. I looked at her beautiful face,
but she looked straight ahead at the screen, aglow with the image of
some ancient Greek with a fig-leaf pecker. She had little expression
other than slightly closing her eyes as I would touch her clit.
It became a regular ritual. Every class I would find some
excuse to touch her leg, work my way up and end up finger-fucking
her to a quiet, almost imperceptible orgasm. Several times I took
her hand and rested it on my bobbing, frustrated cock. She always
pull her hand back, clearly not interested in it.
Sometimes I sat there thinking "Fuck you, bitch. If you
aren't going to do me, then I'm not doing you anymore." That
would last about 5 minutes and my hand would be worming its way
towards her sweet warm pussy. My dick would go untouched for
another class. What the hell. I was having a good time. Later, I
would go back to the dorm and jerk off furiously to relieve the
tension. It was worth it. Once we had started this little game, we
did it every class until the mid-term exam.
Which probably explains why I didn't do well on the mid-
term. The easiest class in the whole college and I almost flunked the
damn thing. I stared at all the slides as I fingered my little
classmate's pussy, but I never heard one word the prof said. I didn't
know what I was looking at. On the other hand, the nearly
anonymous pussy was taking it all in and not just my fingers. She
ended up with an A.
The prof spent one whole class reviewing all the slides that
had been on the exam and going over the answers. I know I should
have been writing them all down. Some of them would probably be
on the final. Instead...well, I had my middle finger up to the second
knuckle in pink delicious pussy.
"Mr. Jordan?" Professor Hornsby asked. The little
answering yelp was not mine but my little friend's. Hearing my
name, I instinctively pulled my hand free of the girl's wet panties. I
got caught in the leg opening and gave her a painful pussy wedgie.
"Uh...here. I mean, yes?"
"See me after class, please."
"What the hell does that old bat want?" I looked over at the
girl, "Look, I'm sorry," I said shrugging. She responded only with a
scowl, then gathered up her books and left without a word.
When the lights came up, I reluctantly walked down to the
podium and introduced myself. Prof. Hornsby picked up her notes
and motioned for me to follow her out the back door to the faculty
offices. Walking behind her I realized that someone seeing her only
from the back could mistake that small waist, firm ass and long red
hair for a much younger woman. Especially someone who has been
playing stink-finger for almost an hour with the blue balls and
woody to prove it.
She unlocked her office door and motioned for me to go
inside and sit. I flopped down on the dark leather couch that
dominated her small office. I wondered why she was picking on me.
Lots of other people had bombed the exam.
"Mr. Jordan," she looked at me with cold but beautiful clear
blue eyes. "You have not been paying much attention in class and
your test grade shows it. I know what you have been doing."
"What do you mean?" I croaked.
"I'm not stupid, Mr. Jordan, and I'm not blind," she said
sitting down beside me on the leather couch. She reached over to
take my wrist and pulled my fingers to her nose to smell them.
I was embarrassed, but very excited by this. Her tongue
darted out to dance on the tips of my fingers which only minutes
before had been in a strange young girl's pussy.
"Look, Professor Hornsby..."
"Elizabeth"
"OK, Elizabeth. I'll really try to work harder."
"Of course, you will. You can start by working harder on
this." She leaned back against the arm of the couch and guided my
hand up her skirt. Inches from her crotch, she let go to allow me to
explore on my own. Once satisfied that I wasn't going to freak, she
hiked up her skirt and removed her panties. It was an incredible
sight. She had a tangled red bush of the finest, softest hair I had
ever touched on any part of any body. It parted easily in my fingers
allowing me to explore the length of her slit. Even her lips were a
bright red that blended into the pink inner folds of her pussy. The
alabaster starkness of her skin made the color more intense. It was
the most beautiful pussy I had ever seen in my young life. I was
eager to explore more.
I gently pushed one finger into her wet hole. It was tight but
yielded just enough to engulf my finger. I could feel the gentle grip
of her vaginal walls holding my finger inside while I softly massaged
her clit with my thumb.
Elizabeth threw her head back on the arm rest and moaned
in sync with each movement of my thumb over her clit. I inserted
my middle finger and felt that talented pussy yield once again just
enough to admit the second finger, then close snugly around them
both.
I'd already had an hour of finger-fucking with my classmate.
It was time for something more for me. I leaned down to kiss and
tongue her large, firm clit. I worked my two fingers in and out of
her hole while tasting her delicious musky juices. She held my head
in her hands and began to guide me around her pussy to work on
the areas that obviously gave her the most pleasure. When I would
do something she liked she would hold my head still.
I reached up to hold her tits and discovered she had
unbuttoned her blouse and freed them from her bra. I couldn't see
them with my face buried deep in her twat, but I could feel their
creamy softness. They were quite large and fell to the side when I
released them.
"Fuck me..."
"Uh...Rick."
"Fuck me now, Rick."
I knelt in front of her and wiped my face on my sleeve. Her
cum was literally dripping off my chin. She quickly pulled off her
skirt and scooted her ass toward me so that she was flat on the
couch with her pure white legs spread wide. I have never seen
anyone with skin so perfect and so white it was almost translucent.
Her breasts were huge and capped with large aureole so delicately
pink that they almost disappeared against the surrounding skin. The
nipples were small and not as prominent as other women I had
seen.
I pulled the head of my cock through her slit to wet it, then
slid it into her pussy. It was immediately clear that stories my
inexperienced friends had told me about older women was
completely wrong. Elizabeth's pussy felt resilient. She did not have
the muscular tightness of the young girls I was used to, but her
pussy felt, well...alive! It felt like it opened wider for the larger
cock head, then closed down on the slender shaft. Hell, it felt like a
very soft hand!
I guess young men like to go a little too fast for older
women. Elizabeth wrapped her legs around my ass and squeezed to
pull me in, then relaxed when she wanted me to pull back out. I
followed her lead clumsily at first, but quickly got the hang of it
until the rhythm was automatic. Once I got in the groove, the
difference in her was startling. About every 30 seconds she would
begin to shiver like she was very cold and her abdominal muscles
would clench into a peak that ran from her pussy to her diaphragm.
It scared me at first.
"Are you OK?"
"Orgasms," she grunted. "Don't stop. Don't stop."
OK, I had heard of multiple orgasms for women. I might be
flunking art but I don't think I'll ever flunk sex. However, this was
ridiculous. She must have had 15 or 20 in a row, all the while
timing my strokes for me with her wrap-around legs.
I held out as long as I could, but watching this gorgeous
woman cum and cum over and over finally got to me. I started
pumping faster and faster. After awhile I figured "Fuck her and that
timing thing with the legs."
"Cum on my tits," she said and pulled me out on the next
backstroke. Instead of stroking pussy, the next stroke got hand. She
expertly stroked my cock with her hand until I came hot and
powerfully. Before she could get control of the situation and aim
my cock at her tits, I came all over her face, in her hair and left a
decent load on the arm of the couch for good measure. I'm sure she
had done this plenty in her 40 some odd years, but the volume of
cum surprised both of us.
"Get me a fucking tissue," she said laughing, her closed eyes
turned to two small pools of white cum. I looked around and saw
the box on her desk. I brought it over and wiped the cum from her
eyes. Before I could wipe the rest of her face, she pulled me down
and kissed me passionately. I could taste my own cum in her mouth
as she slid her tongue in and out of mine. I finished cleaning up the
both of us with the flimsy tissues.
"I hope you learned your lesson, young man," she said to
me jokingly.
"Yes ma'am. I definitely learned something here," I said
smiling at her.
"From now on, you sit in the front row. No more back
rows."
Yea, I thought, and no more finger-fucking my anonymous
friend. Bummer.
"Then after class you are to report to me here in my office
and I will you tutor like I have just done until you can't walk."
"But Professor Hornsby. What about art? My grade?"
"You already made the grade, my horny young friend. You
don't know shit about art, but you sure know what I like."
She was right. I still don't know shit about art, but I know
something about what older women like. Next semester I'm going
to take psychology. I'd like to discuss my new attraction to older
women with a professional. The psych prof looked like she is about
45.
THE END