How my Art tutor [56F] became my lover [18m] and took my virginity. (m/F) [First Time] [str8]

This is something I haven’t really shared but still fantasise and think about almost every day..

I have always been quite talented when it comes to creativity and spent most of my childhood drawing. Since Pre-school it was noticed, by kindergarten teachers and doctors that I was drawing at a much higher standard than my peers.

When I hit puberty this love of drawing, mixed with teenage hormones, meant that I was often found drawing naked women in inappropriate sexual scenarios. This would lead me to getting into trouble on multiple occasions, by my mother and various teachers.

The pictures were often quite graphic. Like a naked woman bound to an industrial machine that pumped milk from her breasts while fucking her in multiple holes with penis like attachments.

Having grown up in a very Christian household my mother was quite disturbed by my imagination, given the fact I had not been exposed to pornography or ever really seen a naked woman.

She decided to send me to life drawing classes, despite my age, on Wednesday and Sunday nights. In this way it was hoped I would learn how to appreciate the naked body in a more appropriate and artistic manner.

The life drawing classes were run by a local artist, Beth, who was widowed retiree in her late 50’s. The classes were held in a large bungalow behind her house, with enough space to fit six students with easels, and a model comfortably.

In the beginning my Mum would drop me after dinner on Wednesday and after church on Sunday. But soon I was walking to classes directly after school and rode there myself on Sunday afternoons. I was keen to learn and practice as much as possible and looked forward to being in Beths company. I loved learning new techniques, drawing and discussing art.

I enjoyed the classes immensely, even though I was in a room full of adults. Drawing naked adult bodies, both men and women of all different sizes and ages, soon curbed my habit of drawing deviant sexual images. Funnily enough, I didn’t find life drawing particularly sexual, I was far too focused on capturing lines and shadows.

My relationship and respect grew for Beth each day. I admired her greatly as an artist, and listened intently whenever she spoke. Soon I was sharing meals in her house, still in my school uniform, chatting for hours about life and adventures. I loved hearing of her travels around the world, seeing her photos and artworks, reliving those memories with her.

She was the first older person I had met that treated me as an adult, she even let me drink a small amount of wine with our meals. And even though she was my mentor and teacher, I still felt like we were equals.

Though we were close, and comfortable sharing our most intimate dreams and sorrows, there was one particular day a few years later that would make us lovers.

…….

I had just turned 18 and I remember it being a stifling summer, too hot to go outside, the newspapers dad read were covered in pictures of bushfires and drought.

My summer holidays were spent lying in a dark house, blinds pulled, in just my underwear. Having regular cold baths and visiting friends with swimming pools. Nobody had air-conditioning in those days, you just did what you could to stay cool.

I was in a family of 5 kids, and I guess in an effort to get me out of the sweaty house my Mum had suggested I still attend art classes on Wednesday and Sunday during the holidays. I never really thought about it, but I assume she had organised this with Beth over the phone.

The other adults and models weren’t attending during the holidays so it was just me and Beth sketching still life. The bungalow became too hot during the day so we retreated into the main house, which at least had heavy blinds, high ceilings and ceiling fans.

I loved the old dusty smell of Beths house and how painfully quiet it was compared to mine. Often all you could hear was our breathing, the tick of a clock and the creak of house moving in the heat. We would sit on stools in relative darkness sketching fruit, flowers, and other interesting household objects.

During those hot days Beth would wear just a a thin satin robe, tied at the front, with just a pair of high cut grandma panties underneath. Her areola was just visible against her white creamy breasts, which could be made out clearly if the light was right, through the thin fabric.

I became distinctly aware of my body responding to that sight, my eyes fixated on her hard nipples and curvy behind. The smell of her sweat whenever she was pressed close to me also took over my senses, making my cock spring hard in my pants. I found myself looking for excuses for her to come in close, lean over me, while giving artistic direction to my drawings.

As much as she loved sketching, Beth would always remind us to take breaks, drink tea and eat freshly baked cookies. We would chat a lot about life, love and art as she sat opposite me in the kitchen, always bringing me more yummy cookies whenever I asked. I opened up too, about my fears and dreams and how much I felt like I didn’t fit in. We also laughed a lot, I hadn’t seen Beth laugh that much before that, she really was beautiful and inviting when she smiled.

I was thoroughly enjoying my summer holidays spent at Beth’s house, and soon I was counting the hours till I could return.

On one particularly dark and humid afternoon while I was riding to Beth’s house I found myself caught in a torrential summer downpour. The streets turned to rivers as the heavens opened up above me. Each drop of rain felt like a teaspoon of water. By the time I reached Beths house I was completely saturated and my clothes were entirely soaked through.

“Oh honey, you look like a drowned rat!”she said with a smile and some sympathy
“Come inside and we’ll get you all dry”.

I stood alone for a while in her dark lounge as the rain outside made an orchestra of sound on the corrugated roof. Beth soon came with fresh towels and a clothes horse.

“Just take it all off!” she blurted, in a no nonsense kind of way.

“I think we can be comfortable with each other, can’t we?” She said, as she looked into my eyes quizzingly.

I did feel comfortable with Beth, though I could never recall being naked in front of a woman since I had hit puberty, not even my mother.

We both peeled the wet clothing off me, as Beth dabbed my back and shoulders with a dry towel, soon I was standing completely naked in this older woman’s house. She looked at me so lovingly in that moment, her eyes shining like glossy pools of water. I didn’t feel shame or embarrassment, just kind of warm, fresh and alive. My heart thumped loudly in my ears.

“My God, you are beautiful” she said breathlessly, full of sincerity. Kissing her hand and placing it on my cheek, smiling in that way I had grown to love.

She bit the back of her finger then asked,
“Do you mind if I sketch you?”

I just shook my head.

“Thank you”, she mouthed back at me and winked, then clapped her hands together and madly arranged some things.

She brought out a chair for me to sit on as she reclined on the sofa with a drawing board and paper. She had me sitting upright, arms crossed and looking to the side, my legs relaxed and open with my limp manhood totally exposed.

I sat for what seemed an hour while she sketched, throwing glances her way to gauge where she was at in her drawing.
It seemed she saved the details of my groin for last, as I could feel the sudden heat of her eyes on my cock.

I stared back at her, as her eyes danced over my penis, causing it to thicken and bob slightly. I watched as tear ran slowly down her cheek.

“Beth, are you ok?” I asked, suddenly worried that somehow unbeknownst to me I had caused her to become upset.

She snapped out of her trance and looked up at me glassy with glassy wet eyes.

“Oh love, I am so sorry” she whimpered, “You just transport me to a time I thought was lost to me, make me relive it so vividly, but I also miss it too.”

I left my chair and embraced her on the sofa, my heart bleeding with compassion.
Not for a second considering that I was completely naked.

“Is it your husband that you miss?” I asked, worried that I might upset her more.

She just nodded and wiped the tears from her face.

Beth would go on to tell me how she had met her husband while she was an art student studying in France. About their time together as young artists and lovers, a time she would always treasure. She told me how much I reminded her of him, of being young and carefree. She told me how much she missed him.

She sat on her velour lounge and cradled me in her arms, holding my head against her chest. I lay there for what felt like hours as she gently stroked my hair, I’m sure I fell asleep a few times.

I remember vividly, opening my eyes and seeing her exposed breast falling out of her light robe. I wasn’t sure if she was aware, but the sight of it made me instantly hard.

I felt guilty that I was getting so turned on by this older woman’s perfect breast, but the desire that stirred in me was overwhelming. I watched in awed silence as her chest rose and fell, her nipple just inches from my mouth. I had a sudden primal and powerful urge to suck on it.

Not sure how to approach it, I pretended that I was stirring in my sleep and nuzzled into her chest. Each time I nuzzled I inched her nipple closer to my mouth, till eventually my lips all but grazed it. I just held there, letting my hot breath blow against the erect and rosy bud, my lips brushing it ever so slightly.

I remember Beths hand returning to my head and a dull and lusty ‘Mmmmmmmm’ escape from her lips. I don’t know whether it was my nuzzling or her pushing on my head, but before I knew it, that nipple was firmly in my mouth.

“That’s it, suckle my tit”, she moaned “Suck my whole tit into your mouth honey!”

She squeezed and cradled her breast with her hand encouraging me the take more and attach myself more firmly.

“Mmmmm, sooooo good”, she purred, her chest lifting. I was so aroused at her words of encouragement.

Soon both her ample breasts were free from her robe and she moved my hungry mouth from one to the other, her nipples visibly wet and engorged now.

“Would you like to suck on my pussy too?” she asked hesitantly.

I just nodded in agreement as I sucked madly on one breast, pulling as much of the dark flesh of her areola into my mouth as possible.

Beth slowly opened her robe. Her hands in my thick blonde hair encouraging me down her naked belly.

“Suck on my skin like you did on my breast” she instructed, looking down with a mixture of mad lust and love.

I felt her bottom gyrate and her legs spread as I slowly sucked my way to her navel, soon meeting the edge of her beige panties. They were unflattering, but I didn’t care, this was the hottest thing I had ever experienced in my life, still is today. This when I noticed the thick scent emanating from Beth’s steaming pussy.

I have never smelt something as primal and hot as Beth’s needy cunt that day.
I nearly came the moment it hit my nose and instinctively I started humping the sofa.

Beth must have noticed my humping as I heard her moan loudly just after I started. Watching as I played with my wet, stiff, cock.

“I want you to lick my belly button like you would lick my pussy”, she hummed, looking down at me with encouraging eyes.

Not having any experience with women up to that point, I kinda just stuck my tongue out hard and proceeded to flick it up and down over the crease of her belly.

“Soften your tongue like a paint brush”, she said, gently instructing me “Don’t sick it out, cover with me your mouth, suck me like you did with my tit, then paint the hole slowly with your tongue”.

I closed my eyes and pictured her instruction, concentrating hard at sucking on her flesh with the outside of my mouth and painting the inside of her navel softly with my tongue.

“That’s it honey” she cooed, her pelvis lifting and rocking and her hand roughly combing my hair. “Ooooohhh you’re such a quick learner”.

I moved a hand up to pull down her large cotton panties, but she grabbed my wrist and moved it to her breast.

“Don’t take them off, keep going down over the top”, she insisted “Suck around the edges first”.

She moved her hand down and ran It down each side of her wet crease, dictating the direction of my suckling mouth.

It was such intense torture running my mouth so close to the wet centre, the thick scent driving my mind wild with the desire to fuck. I could feel the head of my cock protruding from my foreskin, dripping large dollops of pre-cum onto the sofa.

“Good boy, now show me how hungry you are right in the middle” her voice and breath a little shaky now.

I moved my mouth to the top of her crease, covering it fully with my mouth and painting with my tongue, like she had instructed. I sucked on her hard and trying to fit as much of the satin covered flesh in my mouth as possible.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

A long deep guttural moan resonated from Beth’s core as I felt her pussy flexing under my mouth.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm”

I instinctively moaned in reply, thoroughly lost in my feast, the beginnings of her sweet juices now hitting my palette. I hungrily sucked at her trying to pull more of the musky fluid through the thin fabric.
The taste was making my mind spin wildly.

“Do you want to see my pussy now?” she asked lovingly, stroking my hair and looking into my eyes and I munched greedily on her wet patch.

I reluctantly removed my mouth from its banquet and moved backward, giving Beth the room to slide off her soaked panties.

What was revealed will be burned into my mind for an eternity.

Her mature pussy was trimmed and neat, short pubic hair adorned the top, but none could be seen past her clit. The fat glistening folds of her pussy hung slightly open, reflecting the afternoon sunlight. Her clit was large and hard, protruding from its hood and pulsing slightly, like a small cock. The sight of her gaping entrance made my cock yearn to plunge roughly inside her that instant.

“God” I murmured, still dumbfounded at the eroticism of it.

“I want you to suck on my pussy now honey”, she femininely and lovingly instructed “Show me what a hungry boy you are”.

I slowly moved back to my banquet, taking in as much of the glorious sight as possible. My stomach clenched at how forbidden and taboo the act of eating this woman’s pussy really was, another string of Pre-cum instantly cascading from my tip.

I cannot begin to describe what being buried in Beths pussy was like, but I devoured her like I was possessed. I swear she came a few times also as I could feel her pussy fluttering under my tongue and my mouth was suddenly full of juices. Also the moans and grip on my head were decidedly more intense.

It felt like hours that I lapped and sucked at her soft meaty folds and little cock. I was completely lost in the smell and taste of her.

I moaned hard with lust and exertion, which seemed to make her clit grow fatter in my mouth. I even came somewhere I the middle of my feast, squirting ropes of thick cum against my belly and the sofa. But it was not enough to stop me from my loving task and soon enough I was rock hard again.

“I want, need you, inside me” she wheezed, head rolling from side to side and sweat beading on her chest. “Please honey make love to my pussy now, put your young fat cock inside me!”

It sounded so much like she was hurting that I grew a little concerned.

“Let me see your cock” she begged “Come, come kneel in front of me”.

I kneeled up between her legs, my stiff cock thrusting out madly from my pelvis, pointing angrily at the ceiling.

“Ohhhhhhh Lord, honey, you are such a big boy”, she said with a slight gasp.

She reached out, wrapped her delicate creative fingers around the tip and slowly pushed back on my foreskin. She bit her lip and inhaled sharply as my large flared head popped from it sanctuary, releasing thick strings of Pre-cum that stretched to the sofa below.

“God, it’s almost too much” she moaned, rubbing a hand through her pussy while slowly pumping my veiny and fully erect penis. “God, I need you to be inside me, now!”

Beth reclined seductively at the end of the large sofa, spreading her legs, arms outstretched in invitation.

Needing no encouragement I positioned myself between her legs and pressed my fat head against her dripping cunt.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh, honey!”, Beth squealed as if in pain, but nodded when she saw my hesitance. “Keep going baby”

Beth stared wide eyed directly at her pussy as my cock slowly disappeared inside her. She moaned again, one hand spreading the folds of her pussy and the other splayed flat against my chest.

The feeling of Beths warm soaking wet cunt made me want to instantly thrust madly and deeply inside her. So I instinctively started to jab my cock violently back and forth.

“Oh, oh, oh, ohh, ohhh, ohhhhheeeeee, STOP!” Beth screamed, pressing both palms against my chest. “God honey, just nice and slow, it’s too intense”

I followed the pressure of her hands as she slowly guided me home again, then slowly guided me almost out.

“Let me feel your cock, every vein, every bump.” she sung, looking into my eyes lovingly. “Look into my eyes”

Just like her hands, her eyes guided my pace, as I relished in every vein and bump being gripped inside her. I felt an unexplainable connection as I buried myself in her feminine embrace. Her love and desire for me was being communicated more clearly than I had ever felt in my life.

I know that she felt the same way, the way she looked at me and smiled, a tear trickling down the side of her cheek.

“Harder now baby”, she said, as she winced and panted. “Oh God, fuck me nice and hard”.

I leaned forward onto my hands on the table, concentrating the weight of my body into my pelvis. I buried my cock as deep as possible inside her, feeling my head press against her womb.

“Oh god baby, please cum inside my pussy” she moaned, “Fuck me as hard as you can”.

I gritted my teeth and hammered myself into her pussy, my pelvis making loud slapping sounds against her soaking wet pussy.

“Oooooooooooh God, Ooooooo, Ooooooh, youre making me cuuuuuuuuum”, she howled like a woman possessed, like my fucking was exorcising some deep rooted demon.

Each thrust was sounding wetter and wetter, the feeling of her wetness now splashing against my balls. Her entire body shook and the legs wrapped around my waist spasmed uncontrollably. ( I would later realise she had probably squirted )

“Oooooooooohhhh, God, agaayyyyyyynn”, she spat through her teeth, her eyes rolling into her head.

I felt her vaginal walls pulsing hard around my entire length, sucking on me as hard as I was fucking her. It milked at my fat head, trying to gain its thick creamy prize.

“Ooohhhhhhh Beth, I can feel it”, I moaned loud, feeling the first spasms radiating from my balls.

“Cum deep inside me baby, I need your thick cum”, she said still shaking.

With those words I pressed myself as deep as possible into my mentors cunt, as waves of pleasure radiated to the tip of my throbbing cock.

I felt thick ropes of cum erupt violently from my spasming head, my balls squeezing uncontrollably and spewing more and more seed against Beths womb.

Finally the fountain of cum subsided and the tight grip of my orgasm released my balls. I spent the last of my energy, slowly sliding in and out, enjoying our combined wetness and the now soft flutter of Beth’s post orgasmic vagina.

I collapsed exhausted into her sweaty embrace. My half soft cock escaping her, my thick cum escaping with it onto the wet pool we had created on the sofa. I rested my head once more where it had begun, nuzzled between her sweat covered breasts.

We would lie like that for some time, speechless, listening to each other breathe. Beth humming a familiar tune and I soon fall asleep.

We would go on to make love every Wednesday and Sunday for the rest of that summer. She would teach me as much about how to make love to a woman as she had taught me about art. It was a time I will always deeply treasure and never forget.

To this day I have never met someone who has loved me as intimately or taught me so much. I still yearn for her body and touch every day.

Sometimes two people at different ends of their lives collide, and out of that something beautiful is created.

END

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