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Archive-name: 3plus/artclass.txt
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Archive-title: Art Class
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Working as a male go-go dancer from Key West to
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Providencetown, I learned firsthand that often women can
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become pretty daring. While dancing, rotating my buns as
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I thread my way between the tables, I've had even the most
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prim-looking gray-haired ladies grope my crotch and go as
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far as to slip their nimble fingers between the elastic of
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my briefs.
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Recently, I was enjoying some well-earned time off
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when a friend asked if I'd be interested in earning some
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easy money posing for a women's art club. Sure, I said,
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expecting anything but what happened.
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Most of the women were older, mid-thirties and up, a
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lot of divorcees and several widows. Everything went fine
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until I disrobed and took my position on the small
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elevated platform wearing only a skimpy bikini. One of
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the students, a svelte woman around forty, with firm,
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pointed tits and short-cropped, salt and pepper hair
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recognized me as a dancer from one of the local clubs.
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She got the other women revved up, and soon art went down
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the tubes as the class clustered around me pleading for a
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demonstration of my act. They'd make it well worthwhile,
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they promised, with much more than I'd earn posing. I
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couldn't resist.
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A few minutes into my bump-and-grind, thrusting my
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hips and cock at those horny, sex-starved art lovers, a
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tall striking blonde with soft melon boobs, leaped on
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stage and whisked off her wraparound skirt. She began to
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match my gyrations. Suddenly her blouse was sailing
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through the air and she unsnapped her bra, releasing her
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Dolly Parton-size jugs, jiggling them at me as she thrust
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her full round hips at my cock. By now my crotch was
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beginning to bulge. She spotted the outline of my growing
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erection and smiled, lips parted and tongue sticking out.
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"I will if you will," she dared, sticking her thumbs
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beneath the elastic of her sheer pink bikini panties. A
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chorus of "Take it off!" filled the room. Money floated
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on stage at our feet. "Fuck it," I said. "Why not?"
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I eased my briefs down over my hips and as my stiff
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dick sprung into view the whole group cheered. I was
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turned on by all of the adulation and my cock was
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rock-hard. I have this little trick where, by flexing my
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sphincter muscle, I'm able to make my dick jump up and
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down. I did it several times, waving at them, and the
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blonde ripped off her panties, dropped to her knees and
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lunged at my dick with her open mouth. She swallowed my
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entire nine-incher with one gasping gulp. Her warm mouth
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was drooling like crazy and after a few wet mouth-pumps, I
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was coated with her saliva.
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She took my cock out of her mouth and knelt up
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straight, then stuck my dripping dong between those melon
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mammaries, molding the soft flesh around it, and began
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massaging me as I began to pump my hips, tit-fucking her.
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The salt-and-pepper-haired broad climbed on stage and
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began licking the head of my cock as it slid between the
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blonde's quivering tits.
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A torrent of women's clothes flew overhead;jerseys,
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bras, panties, pantyhose, all sizes and colors. After
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than everything happened so fast I couldn't keep track of
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the sexual free-for-all.
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Cushions suddenly appeared on stage and I was being
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pushed down on them. A thin woman with a firm athletic
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body and clean-shaven cunt was impaling herself on my cock
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as an auburn-haired amazon lowered her flaming-red
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creaming pussy down on my mouth. I felt tongues flicking
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me all over, in my armpits, over my nipples, working over
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my toes, and burrowing into my belly button, the delicious
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slurping and sucking sounds blending with soft moans and
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excited cries.
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My cock seemed to be everywhere at once--in mouths,
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between tits, large and soft, small and firm, in cunts,
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warm moist palms, some with long slender fingers, others
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short and pudgy.
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I don't remember how many times I came that night, but
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I know was sore in the morning and couldn't get a hard-on
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for three days!
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