Date: Sun, 17 Jan 2021 09:52:15 -0800
From: Jan none <janmay6969@gmail.com>
Subject: Sonia Studies Art (Lesbian/Adult Youth, oral anal, f/FfF)

Adult Youth, oral anal, f/FfF

This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young
girl and older women.  If this type of content
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                 Sonia Studies Art
                        By
                       Jan

	My first day of High School was exciting.  My
family came from the old California money My
father served on several boards of fortune 500
companies and my mother came from a family that
was also unbelievably wealthy.  I was attending a
girl's school located on Live Oak Avenue in Pasadena.
As a 14-year-old I couldn't drove to school, so I had
to rely on Mother delivering and picking me up or if
she was busy having Dad's chauffeur to take me to
and from school.

	I was an adequate student.  There was no fear
that I wouldn't be able to enter any university of my
choice.  My talent was my artistic ability.  I showed
unusual talent at an early age.  I was enrolled in the
introductory art class before the academic year
started.  When entered the classroom I was
impressed by the woman that was going to be my
teacher.

	Standing at the head of the classroom was an
impressive figure of a woman.  He was obviously of
Japanese descent, she announced that her name was
Wendy Asato, and she was about five-foot three-
inches tall, and from what I could tell she had a
figure good enough to be a model.  She was dressed
very fashionably.  She looked like she was still a
college coed but she looked to be between 35 and
40-years old.  It was hard to tell because there was
no tell tail age lines on her face.  Rather than the
normal straight black hair, Wendy had hair that had
a copper tint that even though her hair was thick it
had a soft wave the framed her egg-shaped face.  I
was instantly attracted to her.

	The first thing she did was have the class do
some simple exercises to evaluate everyone's ability.
As she wandered among the students, she placed her
hand on everyone's shoulder and used her right hand
to point out flaws and make suggestions.  When she
came to look at my work she said: "You are obviously
in the wrong class.  She let me stay in the class that
day but she made arrangements for my class
schedule to be rearranged so that I could be in an
advanced class.  I was the only freshman among
juniors and seniors.  They seemed to resent having a
child in their class.

	As a 14-year-old I had no illusions about what I
looked like. I was small for my age.  I could pass for
a minor then buying theater tickets.  As a child, my
hair was platinum blonde, but when I reached
puberty my hair softened to a golden color.  My
breasts were just a B-cup but they were in
proportion to my 4-foot 6inch frame.  I hate it that
people say I look like a cupie-doll and pinch my
cheeks.

	It didn't take long before they were asking me
how I was able to draw the way I was able to do.
Wendy was just as complimentary.  In our life
drawing class, she had girls come in to model for us.

	We keep sketch pads on our easels.  We were
told that we only had 15-minutes to sketch each
pose.  The exercise was not to try and make a
detailed likeness, but in a few strokes draw what the
pose looked like with charcoal.

	One time she had a good-looking teenage boy
come in wearing tennis togs.  We spent the hour
sketching his poses.  When we had to go to our next
classes.  Several of the girls were commenting that
they would like to get in his pants, but one girl
laughed and said: "You stupid bitches, that guy is a
queer as a three-dollar bill."  The other girls
expressed their disbelief and disappointment.

	Wendy invited me to attend her advanced class
off-campus.  My parents had no objections to
spending the extra fee, but transportation was the
problem I was only 15 by then.  I was still a year
away from being able to drive.  Wendy assured me
that Gail from our class lived in the same gated
community and would be happy to bring me to her
studio after school and take me home.  Everything
was arranged and everything went smoothly.

	I was had to have Physical Education (PE)
before lunchtime.  I was so innocent that I was
oblivious that there were some bullies in the school.
There were some girls I avoided because they
intimidated me with their obscene conversations
frightened and bothered me.

	I didn't like sports and avoided changing into
gym clothes whenever possible.  When I didn't
change, I sat in the bleachers and sketched the
action.  I have my sketchpad with me constantly.  On
one of those occasions that I did change and play
volleyball, after the class, I was one of the last to
get dressed and gather up the bag that I carry my
art supplies in.  As I headed for the exit to go to
the cafeteria, but I was prevented by four girls.
They wedged me between their bodies and walked
me to the coach's office.

	It was empty because the PE teachers were
watching the showers and the exits for fear that
someone horsing around could fall and the school
could be sued.

	The four girls were holding my arms and they
were teasing me about being too good to dress for
PE, and then they were kissing and licking my face
and sticking their tongues into my ears.  Hands were
pulling my blouse out of my shirt so they could
expose my breasts.  Other hands were pulling up my
skirt and pulling down my panties.  A girl on either
side of me was licking and sucking on my tits and tee
was one on her knees spitting on my pussy and licking
my pussy.  My clothes were in full disarray when
they made me suck their nipples.  Eventually, they
made me kneel on the floor and lick all of their
pussies.  When they had enough, they left me on the
floor of the office with my breasts and pussy
exposed.

	I straightened up my clothes and washed my
face before going to lunch.  I couldn't eat and I was
rattled the rest of the day.  My last class was the
art class.  Gail recognized that I was disturbed.  She
did her best to comfort me.  When I told her, what
had happened she did her best to make me feel
better.  I learned that another girl that had been
assaulted by some bullies and complained was
branded a rat or Stool pigeon.  The girl eventually
quit school.

	After school, Gail talked to me on the short
drive to the building Wendy rented the second floor
for her studio.  She wanted to know how much
sexual experience I had.  In truth, I was pretty
innocent.  I had kissed some boys but I was a virgin.
I had never indulged in the kind of thing those four
girls had done to me and made me do to them.

	From that day on I did my best to always be
within the eyesight of adult staff or teachers.

	My admiration and attachment to Wendy
became stronger.  I spent all of my free time with
her.  The evening classes were fun and became very
important to me.  She brought in more models for us
to sketch, paint, and sculpt.  One model that posed
for us a number of times was a dishwater blonde
that was average looking.  When Wendy allowed her
to take a break, she would walk around looking at our
work.

	While talking to her I learned that she was
from a nudist family.  Modeling was her way of
earning extra money.  She assured me that stories
of orgies at nudist resorts were just fantasies of
the uninformed.  When we would take a coffee-
break was another opportunity to chat with her.

	The model that came in a few times disturbed
me.  She was an over wright woman with dark brown
hair, named Thelma.  She was not an attractive
woman.  She had a face that reminded me of an
English bulldog.  She had a slight mustache and she
didn't shave her underarms, legs, or crotch.  She
made no effort to hide the fact that she was not
only lesbian but she was a confirmed duke.  It made
my flesh raw when she would stand by my easel to
check out my sketches and place her hand on my
body while talking to me.  When I asked Wendy why
she hired her to pose for us, she told me that the
world was full of a lot of different people.  She told
me that not everyone is pretty.  She assured me
that older people's faces are more interesting.  You
can see a person's life in their face.  Her bent nose
is evidence of a lost fight.  The wrinkles speak of
worries and troubles.  A sagging eye or mouth is
possible stroke.  A down-turned mouth is someone
that rarely smiles.  A person with a small face with a
large mouth always shows a lot of teeth.  Hearing
her say that I knew the truth of her statement.

She told me that Thelma was not a bad person.  She
had been raped as a child by a drunken best friend
of her alcoholic mother.  She grew up being teased
by her classmates and ignored by everyone.  Her
tough front is her way of defending her frangila
personality.

	After my talk with Wendy, I made an effort to
befriend Thelma.  Once she learned that she could
trust me she opened up and told me about her past
and what she wanted out of her life.  I no longer felt
uncomfortable when she touched me.

	As my skills improved, I spent more and more
time developing my art.  One evening at the studio
Gail and I were the only students working late.
Windy hadn't hired a model that evening and
volunteered to model for us.  When I complained
that I was hungry, Wendy told me that there was an
Italian restaurant just up the block and told me to
go for dinner.  I couldn't resist the chicken
cacciatore.  They couldn't serve me wine but they
did give me a cup of cappuccino.  I made my way back
to the studio and up the stairs quietly.  When I
entered the loft, I froze in my tracks,

	Wendy was reclining on the couch on the
podium naked but Gail was also naked and she was
kneeling between Wendy's legs licking her pussy.
She was not doing it because she was being forced
to do so.  She obviously was enjoying what she was
doing.  Wendy's eyes were closed and her mouth was
open.  She had an orgasm that caused her body to
convulse.  When it was over, she told Gail to get
dressed before Sonia get back.  I stayed out of
sight until Gail was dressed.

	I closed the door with a bang to let them know
I was back.  I found it hard to concentrate on my
sketches.  Wendy was reclining on the couch with
her left arm resting on the left arm of the ouch.
Her right arm was resting on her body.  Her
36-C breasts looked perfect.  She was laying on her
left side with her right knee bent slightly.  There
was only a small amount of pubic hair visible.  It was
a very sexy pose.  I couldn't take my eyes off of her.
There was nothing in her eyes to give away what Gail
had been doing to her.

	When Gail dropped me off at home, I had a
hard time going to sleep.  I was thinking about the
look on her face as she had an orgasm.  At school
the next day I was still distracted and Wendy asked
me what was bothering me and I brush her off with
"Nothing."

	We didn't have a class at the studio that
evening.  She told Gail that she would drive me home
after class.  When we were in her car she said:
"Your sketches today have been dark.  There is
something bothering you, so we can sit here until you
tell me what is bothering you."

	I started crying.  "Last night I came back from
dinner early enough to see Gail sucking your pussy.  I
had no idea that you are a lesbian."

	Wendy wrapped her arms around my body and
hugged me: "I rarely find talent as exceptional as
you and I'm thrilled to do my best to nurture and
encourage your talent.  Gail told me about what the
bullies did to you in the gym, and I didn't want you to
discover my sexual preference for feared that I
would lose your respect.

	I looked up at Wendy's big brown eyes.  "I was
terrified by what those girls did to me and what
they made me do, but there was something about it
all that excited me as well.  When I saw Gail sucking
your pussy, I was shocked but the longer I thought
about it the more I felt jealous of Gail.  That is
what has been bothering me."

	Wendy used her index finger under my chin to
lift my head and she kissed me on the mouth.  It was
a tender kiss that lasted for a long time.  It took
her a little time to remember where we were.
Someone walking by could see what she was doing.
She straightened up and said we better get out of
here."

	She wasted no time driving us to the studio.
The studio had a lot of empty space.

	  There was just an eight-foot square podium.
The old couch was still on the podium.  There were a
dozen easels scattered around the space in front
and some wooden chairs along with an unknown
number of folding chairs.  There were some
additional small tables use to place artist supplies.
There was a couple of rooms that had been offices
and a bathroom.  The rooms were used to change
clothes for anyone to modest to change in front of a
bunch of girls.

	Once we were upstairs Wendy assured me that
we would have the place to ourselves.  She had a
supply of clean sheets that the models could wrap
around their bodies in a drawer of a desk.  The old
couch was the type that the back could be lowered
turning into a bed.  We put one of the sheets on the
makeshift bed before we undressed.  Being an
insecure young teenager, I worried that Wendy
might find my body less attractive than some of the
other girls she had sex with.

	I had been impressed with Wendy's body
seeing her reclining on the couch.  Seeing her body
up close was even more exciting.  I was close enough
to smell her jasmine perfume odor.  I placed my
hands on both sides of her face and kissed her as a
show of how much I loved her.

	Wendy was crying as she returned my tender
kiss.  I tasted her salty tears on her cheek.  I was
as emotional as she was.  Our hugging progressed to
the feeling of each other's breasts.  There was no
need to rush, so we slowly undressed each other.

	I had always admired her fashion sense.  Her
clothes were stylish and high quality.  This day she
had been wearing a silk steel gray blouse with a
caller the front was long enough to require being
ties with a square knot and buttoned down the front
with gray pearl buttons.  She was wearing a black
high waisted tight skirt with a matching short-
waisted jacket.  The nylons she was wearing were
nude but darkened the color of her legs.  The black
pimps had gray style inserts and the doles were a
red synthetic material.  I untied the collar before I
unbuttoned the blouse.

	While I was untying the collar, Wendy was
removing my very preppy fall ensemble.  The plaid
shirt was tan with fall colored plaid a burnt orange
blouse, the jacket was a tan camel hair.  I was
wearing nude panties hose, with brown leather
Sketchers. shoes   We had removed our coat as soon
as the heater took the chill off of the spacious loft.

	We carefully placed each other's clothes on
chairs we had moved close to the podium.  When I
had removed all of her clothes, I admired her
flawless skin.  It was hard to identify the remains of
scars on her knees and elbows from her childhood
attempts to learn how to Roller skate and ride her
first bicycle.  Her breasts were perfectly
proportioned to her body.  I was drawn to her milk-
chocolate-colored dimpled areolas and small grape-
sized nipples.  They were perfectly shaped orbs with
no need of artificial support.  He was slim enough to
be able to see her rib cage and pelvic bone.  Her
wide hips were attached to the long legs of a dancer.
Her pubic hair was course and straight that was
close to flesh and all pointing towards her vagina,
where my own pubic hair is a tangled unruly tangle of
hairs.

	The way Wendy was gently feeling my body was
like she was handling a fragile flower that she was
afraid of crushing.  Her gentle touch was like ants
walking all over me and it tickled.  It was nothing like
the way the four bullies had pawed my body.  She
placed me on the bed made out of the old couch and
I was wedged between the gap between the cushions
and back.  Wendy lay on top of me and licked and
kissed my face while she massaged both on my tits
with her hands.  Her warm mouth left a wet trail on
my neck to my chest before she licked and sucked on
my little perky tits.  When she was ready to make
love to my pussy, she moved her body down between
my legs.  Her feet were pressed against the armrest
and she was kneeling and hunched over as she spread
my legs and started licking and kissing my inner
thighs, switching back and forth between my legs,
and each time she switched legs she was getting
closer to my pussy.

	It was driving me crazy with anticipation until
she actually planed her mouth on my pussy.  There is
no way to describe the feelings he was inspiring in
me.  At one point she lifted my legs up and rolled me
into a ball with my butt up in the air.  She licked my
crack from asshole to clit.  She captured my little
clit with her lips and sucked on it until I lost all the
meaning of time.  At one point I felt like I needed to
pee and begged Wendy to let me go pee, but Wendy
simply told me to let it go.  When I relaxed, there
was a rush of emotion that swept over my body.

	I thought I had actually pee into Wendy's
mouth, but she told me that I had an orgasm and it
was cum I had squirted into her mouth.  She seemed
to savor the fluid as she lapped it up with her
tongue.  I thought it was over but she turned her
attention to my asshole with her tongue.  It was only
a matter of time before I had another orgasm, only
this one turned into little shocks that caused my
body to spasm reputedly until I passed out for a
short time.  When I came to my legs were stretched
out and Wendy was on top of me with her legs
wrapped around my right thigh.  Our pussies were
pressed against each other's thigh.  Wendy was
kissing me and I was erotically stimulated by the
smell of my own pussy fluid drying on her face.

	I was puzzled about what I should do.  I didn't
know if it was expected that I do the same thing to
her s she had just done to me.  Our legs were still
wrapped around each other's as I rolled us over on
top of her.

	I kissed her face and relished kissing her
mouth.  We sucked on each other's tongues.  Of
course, I couldn't resist the attraction to her
breasts.  I drew circles around her areolas with my
tongue.  I wanted to feel every dimple on her
areolas.  Wendy s moaning by the time I started
sucking her nipples.  It took me a little time before
I felt the urge to find out if I could suck her pussy.

	I wasn't sure if I had the nerve to actually put
my mouth on her pussy.  (After all, I had always
believed that pee and poop were nasty.)  As I moved
my face closer to her pussy, I smelled the strong
aroma of her womanly scent.  I found the smell very
erotic.  I should think that I would become addicted
to the smell of her pussy.

	I was very tentative about licking her
pussy.  When I licked her pussy, I discovered
that her pubic hair was a lot thicker than my
own.  When I spread her vagina open, I
studied it carefully because it reminded me of
a pink flower.  The labia minora was like
peddles and the clitoris was the stamen.  I
never actually see where the urethra was
located before.  I slowly started licking her
pussy but the longer I licked her the more
impassioned I became.  Before long I was
pressing my face hard against her crotch.

	Wendy was holding onto my head with
both hands and rubbing my face against her
pussy and telling me what to do.  It was all
very exciting.  Wendy kept me at it until she
had a couple of orgasms.  We eventually had
to lean up and she took me to dinner.

	The art classes in the studio became far
more interesting.  Wendy and I even posed
for the class in very erotic positions.  Wendy
invited me to accompany her to art
expositions at galleries and one time we went
to USC for an expiation.  Wendy was asking
me to explain my impressions of the art on
display.  I finally noticed that a very
distinguished-looking tall slender woman was
listening to everything I said.  I was
embarrassed and begged her pardon.  But she
said that my opinion was refreshing and to
continue.

	Wendy told me that the woman was her
mentor.  I relished that the woman had been
her lover and was jealous.  She invited us to
have tea with her.  Wendy drove us to Palos
Verdes Estates.  The red tile roofs and white
stucco Spanish inspired home had a
commanding view of the Pacific Ocean.  After
the grand tour, she made cocktails for the
three of us.

	She was very humorous and I like her.
She asked Wendy: "Should I become this
adorable girl's mentor my dear?"

	Wendy said: "Wilma, you will find out
that Sonia is a very gifted artist.  You should
come up to Pasadena to see her work.  We can
go to dinner after you see her work."

	"I will give you a call."

	"If you blow it off, I will never talk to
you again."

	"I will, I will."

	"See that you do."

	The woman smiled: "Tell me if Sonia is a
good in bed as you are?"

	I was surprised by her blunt question.
Wendy got angry: "You dirty old bitch, how
dare you!"

	She smiled: "That's no answer."

	"Okay, Sonia is my lover."

	I had never Wendy say that before.  I
heard well at the hearing her say that.

	Wilma asked: "Shall we retire to my
room?"

	Wendy looked furious: "Not tonight, I'm
pissed with you,"

	We left without any further words.
Wendy was still in a foul mood.  "Wilma was
rude to ask if you were my lover.  She was my
lover from the time she came to my first
exhibit.

	I was quiet because I was picturing the
tall skinny woman making love to Wendy.

	The following week returned to normal.  I
was unaware that Wendy was collecting my
paintings, sketches, and the clay work I had
been doing for the past three years.  She
sprang it on me that she was going to set up
an exhibit of my work at a local gallery.

	I was petrified because I knew the flaws
in my work.  I was sweating the night of the
exhibit.  I was surprised to see how well my
work was accepted by the critics.  Several
people offered to buy some of my paintings.
Wilma arrived and studied everything before
she admitted to Wendy: "She is talented.  I
will be her patron while she studies in Italy."

	Wendy said: "Sonia has one more year of
high school before she is ready to study
abroad."

	Wilma said: "I think she is ready now."

	My parents were listening to the
conversation and flabbergasted that the
woman was talking about paying for my living
and studying abroad.  They asked me if I
wanted to finish my senior year in Italy while
studying art there.  I was excited about the
prospect.  I had to add a class to learn the
language.

	My parents flew us over there to check
out where I would be living and finding out
what I would be doing.  Wilma had a villa in
Florence and had suites reserved in Rome,
Milan, Naples, and Venice.

	When I finished my junior year, I made
the move to Italy, and Wendy and Wilma came
with me.  I was going to be living with Wilma.
The plan was that I would not only earn an art
degree but also earn a Ph.D., in art history.

	The first night the three of us were
settled in I learned to appreciate Wilma's
ability to make love to Wendy and me.

	Wilma was close to six-feet tall.  She
had a skinny body.  Her breasts were very
small.  They wouldn't fill a B-cup.  Her hip
bones were very notable and her dark patch
of pubic hair was substantial.  I learned very
quickly that she was a very skilled lover.  She
was a master of performing oral sex on me to
the brink of an orgasm and keeping me there
for hours on end until I was begging her to
make me cum.

	She took me to all of the centers of art
when I had breaks between classes.  We
spent our evenings making love to each other.
For the next five years when Wendy was off
during the summer, she spent the time with
Wilma and me.

	I am looking forward to having an exhibit
in New York City and becoming a professor at
a prominent university.  I was also thinking
about marrying Wendy.



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