2 comments/ 29704 views/ 9 favorites Sculpt By: Vanderbilt Author's Note: The original draft of this story appeared in a competition which assigned participants random movie quotes which had to be turned into the first and last lines of a story; hence some readers may already recognize the first and last lines of the following story from elsewhere. * "Where does he get those wonderful toys?" The little boy vroom'ed his lovely red wooden car along the rubberized surface past Alison's feet, while her niece, Abigail, chortled in pursuit with a blue biplane on loaner. They ran a circuit around the climbing frame while Alison watched from a bench beneath a tall willow tree; Mallory, the boy's mother, sat with Alison. "Oh, I make them for him," said Mallory. She pushed a stray strand of long, black hair back behind her right ear, pinning it down with the dark frame of her glasses. "Really!?" Mallory blushed slightly and smiled, "yeah, my father taught me carpentry as a kid, I kicked on with it. Actually, I'm a sculptor, met Bobby's father at an opening. Bobby's father has money, but he can't make toys." Pretty blue eyes looked at Alison from behind the glasses, Mallory's full lips curling at the corners. "That's great! I'm a writer," said Alison. "Mostly blogs and stuff, some free press, you know. Trying to write a novel." Mallory nodded, her smile broadening; her thigh brushed lightly against Alison's. A hot tingle ran down Alison's spine and sparked her pussy. Alison spoke a little too quickly, "My wife's English actually, Tasha, she's an attorney. We met when she came over here on vacation." Mallory's thigh moved away, which made Alison slightly hollow, but relieved. They chatted while Bobby and Abigail shrieked. Alison caught herself brushing her blonde hair back. She tried to check herself, but eventually gave up. Mallory's thigh didn't touch again, so there didn't seem to be any harm in it. Eventually, Mallory announced that Bobby had to leave to be picked up by his father. Seated in his stroller, Bobby wailed about leaving, while Abigail joined in about the loss of the toys. "So pleased to meet you," said Mallory, after dealing with the miniature drama induced by the announcement of playtime over. "Some folk need a nap." "Yeah, they sure do, take care," said Alison. She twirled a blonde strand around a finger, feeling happy to be taken, but still desirable. Mallory suddenly fished a card from out of her pocket, "Here, give me a call if you feel like being a model." Her pink tongue darted between her teeth for just a second. She grinned and waved as she pushed Bobby's stroller out past the railings. Alison swallowed and her cheeks burned. Had she been that obvious? She glanced at the card and moved to chuck it, but Abigail pulled at her sleeve, demanding her aunt compensate for the loss of playmate and toys. Alison shook her head and laughed; she stuffed the card into her baggy shoulder bag and forgot about it as she started to play tag. * * * Tasha got home late as usual, "Hi, luv! Sorry, prepping for a new client tomorrow. How's Abigail doing then?" "Great! We went to the bookshop, had some fun at the playground, then I took her home. Bill and Deb say hi, we should come over next weekend." Alison thought about mentioning Mallory, but dismissed it. It didn't feel quite right. Tasha disappeared into their bedroom to strip out of her business casual and into her comfy sweats. Alison sidled in after her, licking her lips at the sight of her wife's pale skin. Alison arched her back and pulled on her hard nipples as Tasha's tongue moved between her legs. She shut her eyes and gasped, but she couldn't quite get there. She grasped Tasha's short brown hair and rode her lover's mouth. Tasha sucked on Alison's clit and swirled her tongue. Alison whined. Right on the edge. She couldn't stand it. She thought about long, black hair and full lips curling in a small smile; beautiful blue eyes. Came hard. * * * Later, Alison listened to Tasha's gentle breathing in the dark, "Sweetheart?" No response. Guilt ate away at her conscience; Mallory's card lay in her baggy shoulder bag waiting for her to do something with it. Throw it out, obviously. Alison slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Tasha, and snuck into the kitchen. Her bag hung amidst the clutter of coats on the back of their apartment door. She lifted it down and rummaged around inside, but couldn't find the card. It had to be in there. Alison took the bag across to the big wooden table in their kitchen. She emptied the bag's contents carefully out onto it. She still couldn't find it. A cold clammy feeling trickled down her spine. It had to be in her bag. She turned the bag inside out. Nothing. Alison shook the bag furiously and the card fell from a hole in the lining. She sighed out loud. She placed the card to one side and replaced the contents of the bag before hanging it back in place on their door; Tasha wouldn't notice one single thing different. Alison pursed her lips. Why should Tasha need to care? The card had to go. She walked back over to the table, picked up the card and then opened the cupboard door to the trash under the sink. She glanced at it; it just said "Mallory" and a phone number. Alison decided to make a decision in the morning. * * * "Mmm, great coffee, thanks, Mallory." Mallory's lips curled, her bewitching blue eyes looking over the top of her coffee mug from behind her dark frames, "My pleasure, Alison." The late afternoon sun filtered down on them through the high windows of Mallory's studio apartment; they sat at an old circular table in the corner. Alison could see red brick warehouses and a turn of the river from where she sat facing the windows. Tasha should be coming home in a couple of hours, so Alison had her excuse to leave in a little bit after a perfectly innocent and pleasant chat with a fellow creative. Tingling heat teased her damp pussy. She ignored it. "Would you like to see some of my work then?" said Mallory. Mallory gestured to the long black curtains that closed off half the studio space, hanging off rails set in the ceiling. "Oh, I'd love that," Alison beamed. Butterflies danced in Alison's stomach. Mallory hadn't mentioned the possibility of modeling for her again and disappointment nagged about that. She'd been thinking about it ever since walking through Mallory's door. Maybe even before that. Tasha wouldn't mind her pursuing an artistic collaboration, even if being a sculptor's model might be a little different from her usual forays. They got up from the table. Mallory drew back the curtains. Alison's breath sucked in sharp. "Obviously, I keep the curtains for when Bobby is here," laughed Mallory. "Although when's he's older I expect he'll get the same kick out of my art that his father does. . . . Well, unless he's gay. I only ever do guys for special commissions. Hah." Alison blinked, shapes and forms and images almost too much to take in. Figures in metal, stone or wood, some finished, some obviously works in progress or smaller clay models, dotted the space. Naked flesh bent and twisted in abject submission, empty of everything except aching lust. Bodies perverted by desire. Some of the sketches on the walls showed women encased in leather and masks, others nude and bound by elaborate knot work. She saw photographs pinned up in one corner, female faces lost in orgasm, distorted in sharp monochrome. Her eyes darted, not daring to look too long for fear Mallory might think she had some interest. No way. No way could she model for something like this. Somebody like this. Mallory spoke again, but Alison didn't catch it. "I'm sorry, uh, what did you say?" said Alison Mallory smiled at her and picked up a sketch pad and black pencil, "Why don't you stand on the podium? Let me sketch you a little bit?" "Um . . . ," Alison's eyes glanced to one side at a bronze sculpture of a nude in high heels, bent forward on her knees, ankles crossed, her hands reaching back to . . . . "This isn't really my scene, Mallory, I mean, it's incredible, just incredible, but I don't think I could pose for this." Mallory laughed gently and Alison shook her head, losing the fight to not join in. A wicked flame licked up between Alison's thighs, her lacey panties starting to soak through. Mallory's long, black hair fell forward framing her astonishing blue eyes as they giggled together. Alison imagined that hair stroking across her breasts, teasing her stiff nipples, as Mallory bent down to . . . . * * * Alison pushed first one, then another finger inside her dripping pussy. The wet lace of her panties clinging to the back of her hand. She loved the way it constrained her movements as she arched back against her pillows. She closed her eyes and thought about posing for Mallory. She'd let herself be directed, her arms behind her back, her nipples so clear and hard beneath the cloth of her tee. Mallory hadn't said a word, but Alison thought she'd seen a little smile that made Alison's pussy molten. Splaying her legs out across her bed, Alison's thumb teased across her clit as she thought of standing there on the podium, letting Mallory sketch while she spoke to Alison about sculpting. About how, when choosing to make a sculpture, the sculptor started with some idea of the form- a vision of the final work—but then, as the sculpture shaped beneath the knife, the true form emerged. The truth always emerging from within, something that the sculptor merely brought to life, so that the art became a blending of the sculptor's desire and the elemental desire of the sculpture's true nature. Alison mewled. She pinched her nipples with one hand, using her other hand to stuff her juicy cunt. Incredible blue eyes. Long, black hair. The sculpting knife scraping. Twisting in obedience. She started to cum. Alison heard a loud cough and opened her eyes. Tasha stood at the doorway to the bedroom, already half out of her business suit. Her eyes ate up Alison's wanton display. "See you decided to start without me, luv. I'm glad we're both feeling the same way today." They fucked each other till the sheets soaked through. Afterward, they lay arm in arm. Exhausted and content. "You got home a lot later than expected," said Alison. She pondered what might have happened with Mallory if she'd known. "Yeah, sorry, luv, new client left a lot of work to go through after the meeting this morning," said Tasha. She rolled over and curled up, her slender back to Alison. "Really need to sleep now . . . I love you, darling." Alison reached out and touched Tasha's shoulder, "Love you too." She lay on her back and stared up at the ceiling. Making as little sound as she could, Alison ran her fingers down over her stomach, down to deep between her thighs. She pushed her knuckles in her mouth and bit down as she came. * * * Alison's breath burned, the heat prickling her skin as she stared into nothingness, listening to the scrape-scrape of the sculpting knife. Her bare breasts rose and fell with each breath, her pink nipples puckered into hard points. "Not quite right," said Mallory. Alison turned cold hearing the disappointment in Mallory's voice. The sculpting knife whispered again then paused. "No, not quite right." Alison turned her head, "Is there something I can do?" "Don't break pose." Alison flushed as she faced forward again. Naked to the waist in her low-slung jeans. She held still, holding her wrists behind her, back arching slightly, shoulders back, offering her big soft breasts to the onlooker. When Mallory had suggested she pose topless, it had almost come as a relief. Whenever she came to Mallory's studio now, Alison stared at the submissive women in the figures and pictures. She dreamed about them, about what it would be like to be one of them. Empty, ecstatic, abandoned. Mallory never said a word about them, she just asked Alison to stand on her podium while Mallory sculpted. Obeying Mallory made Alison's juices trickle farther down her thighs each time; the desperation to race home and finger-fuck herself slowly building to a peak within her as each session neared its end. Tasha's new client seemed to keep her busy at all hours. The one occasion Tasha that came home early, Alison made a meal, but she'd been so pre-occupied with her own thoughts that she could hardly find a word to say to Tasha. Alison hoped Tasha hadn't noticed. In truth, Tasha seemed pretty pre-occupied herself these days. Just a rough patch. They'd get through it. "No, not working," Mallory snapped her knife down on a small table with sketches scattered across it. "I'm going to get a drink of water. You can relax." Alison watched Mallory's long, black hair disappear through the curtains. Yearning thrumm'ed through her core. What did it mean if the sculpture didn't work? Would they have to stop? Had she failed some how? A terrible void opened inside. Alison turned and looked down at the sculpting knife on the small table. It lay on one of Mallory's sketches. Alison saw herself in the sketch. Abandoned to lust, eyes shut, lips parted. Just like Mallory's other sculptures. The image blurred and Alison blinked. She arched her back more, blonde hair dangling down below her shoulders. Heat pulsed inside and out, and she could feel hot breath blowing across her bare skin. The sculpture needed something more. Alison knelt on the podium. Her breasts shook gently as a little orgasm took her. Kneeling, felt so right. So true. Alison opened her eyes and saw Mallory watching her as the sculptor sipped a glass of water. Mallory smiled. Alison moaned softly and shut her eyes. "Yes, that's much better," said Mallory. "I can see the sculpture now." Alison shivered as she heard the scrape-scrape of the knife. * * * Alison hurried down Mallory's street, her mobile pressed to her ear. "No, I'm sorry, Deb, I can't. I miss Abigail too, but I'm working on a project," Alison rolled her eyes. Stop being so damn pushy and look after your own daughter. "Mmhmm, I'll let you know. Thanks, bye." Alison pocketed her mobile in her baggy shoulder bag and reached Mallory's buzzer. She took a deep breath to calm the sense of anticipation already building between her legs. Pressed the buzzer. "Hello?" "Mallory, it's me, Alison. I'm here to pose." "Oh, come back in a little bit could you? I've got company." Alison's mouth opened and closed. She wanted to scream. "Um, okay, I'll come back in, uh, an hour or so?" A long pause. "Make it two, I'll be ready for you then." Alison teared up as she walked down the street to sit in the park. She called Tasha, but her wife didn't pick up. She tried Tasha's secretary, but the new client had called Tasha to a meeting out of the office. Alison sat on a bench and counted the miserable seconds till Mallory could sculpt her once more. * * * Alison's nostrils flared, savoring her own musk as it mingled with the sweet scent of oil. Mallory rubbed the oil across Alison's flesh with a rough cloth, making it glisten. The cloth left hot stinging needles of pleasure in its wake. It brushed across Alison's nipples, newly pierced with the little silver studs Mallory had instructed her to get for them. Another stud pierced Alison's navel, a delicate chain hanging from it, a little red jewel twinkling at the end of the chain. The jewel drew the eye down to her shaven cunt, its constant dripping arousal starting to stain the wood of the podium. Alison thought of herself in her bathroom in the apartment, shaving her hot cunt for Mallory. Because Mallory wanted it to look that way; to let the sculpture live. The cloth pressed between her legs and brushed across her mound. Alison whined. Mallory shushed her. Alison fought with Tasha all the time now. They both hated it, but it seemed the only way they could interact. After the last fight they'd tried to make love, but neither had the heart or desire for it. They lay in bed side by side and promised each other to work harder. It didn't matter. If Tasha even noticed the differences in Alison now, she didn't comment. The cloth lifted. Alison's breath came in short gasps of anticipation. Mallory's steps sounded on the floor of the studio, moving away from her. She mewled as she heard a big wooden desk drawer sliding open. Alison's eyes fluttered open, wanting to see the rope. She heard the sculptor coming back towards her. Mallory's blue jeans and white tee appeared in one corner of her eye as the sculptor leaned in. Thought dissolved as Mallory started to wind the hemp rope around her, binding clever knots across her skin. Alison shut her eyes. The sculpting knife scrape-scrape-scraped. * * * Tasha hadn't come home last night. The fact kept repeating itself in Alison's head as she blew her nose with another tissue; her eyes gone red with tears. Maybe Tasha just had to pull an all-nighter, she tried to tell herself. But why wouldn't Tasha answer her phone then? Why didn't she call? Alison sat on their comfy old leather couch and looked across at the big wooden table in the kitchen. Remembered how the two of them laughed trying to fit it in the elevator. Talked about maybe having family dinners around it one day. All gone. Mallory. It all started with her. No. Not fair. It started with me, thought Alison. I should have thrown that card away. She jumped as her mobile rang. "Tasha!?" "No, it's Mallory, you're late and I told you I wanted to get started before nine. We're almost done with your sculpture." Alison swallowed, "Mallory, I . . . can't. Tasha didn't come home last night, I don't know where she is." Alison heard a long sigh and her lower lip trembled at the sound. "Alison, she's a big girl, Tasha's fine, she just got tied up with something. In fact, I'm certain of it." Alison nodded, wanting to believe, "You're sure?" "Absolutely, now come over here. It's time to finish this." Alison twisted her left hand in the cloth of her cotton dress, "I don't think I should, Mallory, it's been . . . too much. I think we should maybe step back. I think that . . . ." "No, that's wrong, Alison, you don't think that at all." Alison's breath sucked in. Her hand stopped twisting in her dress, the cloth bunched up between her fingers, its knuckles pressing between her thighs. "The truth is . . . you can't stop thinking about it." Alison's thighs parted. "The way it feels to be on your knees. The rope against your skin. Your nipples so hard on top of your big soft tits." She whimpered as she listened to Mallory's soft voice in her ear. Shuddered, as her fist pressed through the cloth against her pussy. "The things you've done for me . . . the piercings . . . shaving that hot little cunt. What's it all been for?" Her cunt burned hot through the cloth dress and raw need made her start to pull it up over her legs. "You're as desperate to finish this sculpture as I am, aren't you? That cunt is dripping just to think about it, isn't it?" Alison moaned. Her hand gathered up the hem of the dress, the suddenly hot air kissing her skin. "You're out of control, but, oh, so, very, very controlled. And you love it." Alison's thighs spread wider as she pushed her fingers into the front of her wet panties. "Big soft tits being squeezed up by my rope, for anyone to reach out and touch. They'll be all around you, watching you, wanting you, and you want it like that, don't you?" Alison's breath became ragged. She shut her eyes. "That's why I knew I could sculpt you. Because you want to give in, to let that hot cunt do all your thinking. I could see it. It's a gift. It's my art. This sculpture we're making—and we are both making it—it's . . . have you ever felt more alive than when you give yourself to it?" Sculpt Alison couldn't speak. Her fingers dipped in and out of her soaking folds, teasing and stroking her swollen clit. "You're very wet, aren't you, slut? I know you are, you can't help it any longer, you're too far gone. Pushing those fingers inside, rubbing them around that clit, making that pussy so dripping wet. . . . Tell me, slut." She arched her spine, her head falling back against the couch, "Yes, I'm so wet, oh, god, Mallory . . . ." "It's because you're not in control any more, and that's the most exciting thing in the world. But where is that control coming from?" "You." Mallory's long sigh came through the ear-piece again. "No, I'm the sculptor." Alison jerked herself against her fingers; ass grinding; juices staining the old leather. "The control is your hunger, your lust. Your deepest, darkest desire. It controls, slut, because you want it too. It doesn't matter who it is pushing your buttons, pulling your strings, it makes you so very wet because you want them to do it. Alison pulled her knees and ankles up off the floor, wide open, feeling her desire control her, feeling her fingers fucking herself in obedience. "Tell me now, I want to be very sure you understand this. What's your sculpture of?" Alison bit her lip. "Tell me, Alison. Tell me, slut. What are you really?" "I'm a slave." Slave's hips bucked against her hand. "Oh, god, I'm a slave." "Then you know what to do, slave." The phone went dead. * * * The rope looped tight around slave's breasts, constricting them and pushing them up as she arched her spine back. The friction of the rough hemp knot against her clit made her shiver, the rope carving the lips of her sex. Slave kept arching, her arms pressed back and up between her shoulder blades. The burning pain in her arms stabbing heat down into her core. Mind dripped out of her, alongside the juices from her sopping cunt. A small guttural moan escaped as slave let thought go. The sculptor's voice came in whispers as the sculpting knife scraped across slave's soul. Slave twisted and bent as the sculptor revealed the true form inside; an empty abject thing of lust and desire and obedience. Slave's breathing stilled, the flesh sculpted. Head thrown back, mouth open in a rictus of ecstasy. Back impossibly arched. Arms painfully contorted between shoulder blades. Thighs wide; knees on the podium; the wanton smell of obedience in the air. Slave's eyes rolled white. The sculptor talked to slave about the gallery, about the men and women who would see the sculpture there, about how much they would pay to own such a work of art for themselves. Slave quivered as the knife scraped skin and cut ropes. Neither shape nor form changed, just as the sculptor intended. Deep inside the sculpture, orgasm blossomed; flowering from out of the core through the pelvis, liquid pleasure pouring out through the limbs. From inside the first flower, another blossomed and then another. Sweat sprang from the skin and ran down to pool around the thighs. Heavy sobs of submission echoed in the studio. * * * Slave heard sounds amidst the ebb and flow of pleasure. A voice in the studio—not the sculptor's—a voice that created a tiny flickering ember of consciousness inside slave. "Oh, god, she's . . . ." "A work of art. It's everything I told you about, isn't it, slut?" "Yes, oh, god, oh yes . . . ." "You could be different, you might take a different form. Or . . . I can give you the same one . . . . I'd like to have you both be the same actually, I think I can sell you for more as a pair, . . . can you imagine that? The two of you sold together?" "I . . . . Yes." A pause; and then the sound came of clothing whispering to the floor. The tiny ember in slave glowed in faint recognition. Slave heard the sculptor's voice once more, soft and low. "To be perfectly honest, I'll do what I want anyway, but it always intrigues me what the sculpture wants inside. . . . What form do you want, slut? The one she's having or something else? Tell me." The ember faded as the sea of obedience drowned slave's last conscious thought. The new slut spoke with an English accent. "I'll have what she's having." END. Sculpted Lines Abigail Booth had always found rainstorms to be such a contradiction. This temperate morning she felt no differently while leaning against the stonework sill of one of her studio's windows. Warm morning sunlight was amplified by wavy glass, easily worming through the thin and lazily buttoned white men's shirt she wore. It caressed her dusky skin, leaving a tingle across the surface, before saturating flesh. Outside, and along the pane as well, the world was still moist and dripping. Mankind unerringly had always seen rain as a cleansing force but in the yard bird's nests were destroyed, branches torn and cast to the ground. The town would be awash with mud puddles and soaked clothing. Still she liked the rain even if all the thunder and lightning last night had kept her up shaking furiously in her bed wishing that... She bit down on her lower lip before trying to drown the want of Eddie holding firm in her psyche. Such thoughts weren't proper after all. They were only distantly related but that wasn't the point. Pushing away from the window her long legs were comfortable in baggy grey sweats. Bedroom attire was just as good to sculpt in as it was to sleep in. After finishing off her tea she looked up to the ceiling and considered checking on Eddie as several of the breakers had to be thrown back over this morning. However she had accepted that her kin and flat mate was a late sleeper. Abby on the other hand adored the caress of the rising sun as much of his accidental brushes of fingers now and again. After a huff she set her tea cup down and gave the bust she did of Uncle Alfred a frumpy look. She's just gotten over her crush on the Wolsey boy! There was no reason to project that need onto another. She gave the old man's face of marble a light nose flick. "It's his fault for being cute." In truth she meant both Eddie and Locke Wolsey. After a puff to vent a curl of sexual frustration she washed her gaze over the studio. It had once been the manor's dining room long before glory faded along with color from the stone of its walls. Mother and Father had indulged her, just as they always had, allowing the tables to be moved out, cloth drapes to be hung here and there on the walls and all across the floor. Within the first hour of her casting the room pure and white she'd stained a good portion of the left corner with red clay. Art after all was a messy business. "What are we going to work on today, Abby?" She asked herself. Over in one corner there were stacked canvases, paints, brushes. Near the middle of the room a few blocks of softer stone and chisels. One table had stored away watercolors atop it and wood burning tools tucked underneath. The exotic Englishwoman had been blessed with talent but cursed with a distinct lack of focus. Part of the reason, Abby suspected, that her parents had given her the old manor all to herself during college while they lived in London was because they didn't want to put up with the chaos that always followed her artistic fits. Eyes rested on potter's wheel and the five gallon bucket beside it and she nodded to herself. Moving across the room with smooth steps and a swish of slim hips despite the fact no one was there to watch Abby snatched up a ribbon along the way. Cascades of dark hair were tied up haphazardly to be out of the way. Working with clay would give her hands something to do other than aching for a real sensual touch. Drum was popped open and the earthy smell made her grin. Some innocent stimulating action was exactly what was in order. After prepping a basin of water as well she curled her fingers into the clay within the bucket, feeling its slickness oozing between. Abby let her head hang and eyes close, waiting to see what the clay would be. Instead her mind's eye filled with what she'd done to herself in that warm bath last night thinking of first the class model, then of being under Eddie's weight. Her neck flushed and she cleared her throat stiffly. Why the hell did she have sex on the brain this morning? She'd woken up with soaked sweats and hot want remained curled against her lungs ever since. There was just something in the air but what it was; that the lady of the manor couldn't put her finger on. Right now she was trying to keep her fingers busy instead of them using to relieve her mood. Clearing her throat again she pulled out one hunk of clay and plopped it on wetted wheel and then another. Her hands caressed along the awkward curves of each as they began to spin. After dabbing her fingers in fresh water she worked on kneading the two lumps together like lovers melting into one another in the heat of night. The clay was cool against her palms, soothing in a way. After strong mixing motions of her she rolled her hands along the side, cupping at the wet earth. Palms applied just enough pressure, just the right way, to build up a hard column. Her shoulders shifted and mouth dried at the sensation of it stiffening for her, taking shape, the warm and sticky fluid running over the back of her knuckles. A hot breath shivered its way out and she closed her eyes. Hands glided up and down in slow strokes encouraging more of the water to flow and for clay to grow tall and straight. Her breath shuddered once and a thumb hooked to quietly give the vase a crown. A low laugh bubbled from her. "This isn't helping at all." She muttered as her skin grew taunt with daydreamed desire and gaze raked over the rather phallic thing she was working on. Eyes fluttered once more as she purposely started forming something closer to the head of manhood before they lifted to look over at the classic eye and tail ticking black kitty clock on the far wall. Part of her knew that the only other living soul in the house, Eddie, wasn't going to be up for at least another hour. Sucking her lip in a bit deeper Abby breastbone to chin flushed with shamed desire. Yes there was something in the air today. While one hand brushed over the head of that clay cock the other left and shakily worked open the first three buttons of her shirt. It was just going to be better if she gave in. Breasts ripened by twenty something years were already begging to be touched. She grazed fingers along breastbone before moving over the inner round of her left breast, tugging blunted nails over skin. It wasn't long before slick fingers forwent any sort of delayed gratification and rolled over the side of pebbled nipple. Like any modern woman Abby knew exactly how to touch herself and take care of these moods. Masturbation after all was completely safe. Fingers slid down the rippling shaft as she worked at firmly rolling that sweet bud. Squeezing she groaned as shots of lust bolted from tit down to tickle across the walls of her sex. "Ah." Hot breath flowed out of Abby's mouth as her head tilted back and a few strands of hair snaked loose. It was nothing compared to the way liquid want slithered along her thighs. For some reason she'd forwent under things today, the art student's mind was just not in the right place. Firmly her hand pumped at the faux phallus as she continued to work at her chest. Hand flattened spreading red clay all the way across the globe of flesh. Abby kneaded it in the same strong motion as she had the wet earth. Becoming hips made small little rolls. As she whimpered her hand on the wheel squeezed as she would a lover's member but it was a bit too much for the growing sculpture. It buckled in the middle, falling over her hand before curling back into two misshapen lumps now. Abby didn't care. It just freed up her hand to... to do what? Her chest vibrated with a giggle. Oh she'd have to clean her hand off before doing anything downstairs. Did men run into this problem? Still unable to stop quaking from intense desire the sculptor managed to flick off the wheel but just barely. "You must be, Abby." The voice curled at the back of the Englishwoman with Indian accents lust hazed mind for just a moment, tugging at primal threads before she remembered that she should be startled. Her spine went rigid and hand on chest stilled with embarrassment. "Who?" Strangled like a trapped rabbit Abby looked over her shoulder and to the rather maturely curved woman lounging on one of the studio's French doors. This sable haired temptress wore only Eddie's New York Jets jersey and a smirk. "What..." "Sorry." Pi's cheeks rounded with pleasant humor and her lips pursed with hunger. It was an easy recline she'd struck up. Long smooth legs from mid-thigh and down ached to be seen with their milky white skin and cute little toes. Full bust took in long breaths now that would lift the jersey hem enough to assure she'd show her all to anyone looking. Even with sex, sleep rumpled hair and minimal clothing this erotic woman oozed poise and for a moment Abby couldn't keep her mind off those defining lines. Then she recalled where one hand was and quickly pulled her shirt closed. "Who are you and what are you doing in my home?" A throaty chuckle curled out of the succubus as she made an apologetic face. Off of the door she stepped, hips rolling and long legs placed one in front of the other. It was a slow grind of pale thighs all the way over to where Abby sat. "Edward let me in. I'm mm, a tutor of his." Lifting her chin as only one with good blood could Abby tried to skewer the vixen with a look. She faltered and failed when the intense narrowing of eyes and adjustment of her exotic features made Pi's full lips break with taken sigh. "I... I have to say I've never seen a tutor dressed like this." "Oh. I can explain that." Pi didn't however. Instead once she was close she leaned in quietly setting her hands down on either side of the stool and making a low purr roll in the back of her throat. Oh yes this Abby of Eddie's was a tasty treat. Her tongue craved to brush over dusky flesh, especially after she scented the other woman's arousal. "Then please do." After trying to turn her decadent brown eyes away and finding she could not Abby' s breath hitched. Her legs curled against one another, thighs rubbing. The hunger wasn't washing away from embarrassment like it should but rather kept growing. It felt like lying naked under the summer sun, being so close to this woman. Eyes finally moved but it was to look down the hanging front of the jersey. No woman should have a rack like that unless she invested a lot of money and surgical hours in it. "I... I think." Impulsively to try and break the ice Pi darted her head in and what started as a brush soon turned into a suckle at Abby's plush lower lip. That was followed by a slow rake of teeth over the flesh that made the mortal woman moan. She was even so kind to balm bruised lip with an unhurried drag of pink tongue. "Very nice." Abby's heart beat so hard she was sure that the other woman could hear it. Yes, she'd felt physical attraction to women now and again but never like this. It was always assumed it was nothing more than the decadent digital age and the fact that she was a college aged girl that stoked such feelings- experimentation and all that. However she found herself chasing after that hot breath and tongue reaching out to taste once more. "Thank you?" Pi chuckled. Her tongue was more than willing to come back out and play with the other woman's. Living in this house was going to be doubly pleasurable after all! Tilting away she shuddered out a breath before giving Abby a rather intent look as she pulled open the woman's shirt. Never turning away from the claim on the mortal's eyes Pi smoothed her hands over both breasts with a slow brush of soft palms. Blindly she felt out the under curve before tenderly cupping their outer rounds. "No, thank you." "I..." Cheeks and throat flushing Abby realized her nipples had never softened. She blinked heavy and reached out to do the same to Pi's covered chest. It felt nice to knead at soft globes of flesh that weren't hers. Excitement strengthened away from just being a mere trickle against her thighs. "Shh." Pi's face dipped lower, lips plucking sweetly at the line of Abby's neck before she nibbled as lightly as a woman might on a candy bar she wanted to savor after a long hard day. "Oh I like how this one is all slippery but I'm sure the graininess is a nice thing." She gathered up a thin layer of watery clay and used it to tease Abby's dark areola. "Nice, a lot nice." The Englishman stumbled over her words. Her rougher hands bunched cloth and in instinct she inched Pi's jersey up. As with her male counterpart Ms. Booth wasn't listening to her rational mind any more. It wasn't her fault, lust demons just tended to have that affect on people. A groan percolated its way out of her. "Good." Glossing hands along the top of Abby's breasts Pi's French manicure curved to drag along pronounced clavicles. The shirt was pushed from the sculptor's shoulders in time with the demoness' lips moving away. She bit along the top of their stately shapes and made hot little curls of breath. Cool air danced over the demoness' released bust and it made her intoxication turn audible but not as much as feeling Abby's hands innocently puzzling out how to touch another woman's breasts. It was different than having a man fondling them for every woman had some basic idea of how to make herself feel good. Pushing the shirt until it pooled around Abby's waist Pi let out a wicked chuckle. "What?" Daring now that she felt emboldened by plainly making this mysterious tutor shiver with want by mere caress Abby gravitated to Pi's neck and lapped salt from it. Oh... it was like licking crystals from the edge of a margarita's glass. She curled her tongue on itself. Lord above was she actually doing this? Pi's laugh made her giggle lightly, or maybe it was the euphoria of foreplay. Leaning in forcefully so Abby had to move her hands Pi pressed her chest against the artist's, nipples glancing off of one another. Both women gasped. As the succubus tilted away she had a nice handful of clay and let it push out through her fingers. After giving a naughty look she pressed it against Abby's breastbone before finger painting it across breasts. Abby let her head fall back and whimpered in pleasure, hands curling over Pi's to encourage and guide. This had just gone off the erotic deep end. Abby expected soft core porn jazz to start up any moment. "What's your name?" It was asked even as the Englishwoman's lips wanted to taste this tutor's tongue again. She was definitely being taught right now. Art calloused fingers walked along Pi's arms, noting how well sculpted they were. "Pi." Just a simple wisp of indulgence was put behind the name. Her hands dipped toward one another, damp earth rolling against palms. Then down she drove a fresh line to Abby's twitching stomach. The demoness' head tilted to the side so more neck could be surrendered to the human girl. From following stomach all the way down to waistband it was clear that Abby had the sort of toned and youth body that made woman that held Pi's full shape froth and snipe when she walked by. Pi didn't mind because right now it was hers to mold. Something odd happened though after Abby took the lobe of Pi's ear into her mouth, suckled wetly, then raked teeth before letting go. In that moment she realized that the last chance for this to stop had come and there wouldn't be another gas station as it were until the deed was done. Worry spread from the core of her chest. "Eddie's not going to mind is he?" "I don't think so." Approval rippled from Pi because of the cousin's consideration. What a rare breed these two were turning out to be. That and Abby had gathered some clay from her stomach and caressed it along across Pi's chest. "Do you mmm, mind?" Abby merely squeaked out a sound before curling closer to Pi, pushing hands to the woman's soft sides. There was definitely something erotic about having more than firm muscle and bone. As the mortal leaned away she stripped Pi's shirt off of her. In turn the tutor gave her chest a jiggle and thrummed low and smoky once more. A long hot kiss was shared, becoming noses sliding against one another. Steamy breath mixed, tongues flicked, teeth scratched, lips pulled and sucked. Both women now felt over one another's nude skin leaving streaks of dirt with them. The sensation left behind was stimulating, so very different, even for an accomplished seductress like Pi. As she urged Abby to lay back into the inert wheel Pi's hands snaked along the other woman's sides before urging her to lift hips. Well managed nails teased under sweat's waistband. Abby hissed out because the cool mud conformed under her spine, spreading all the way down to tickle at her tail bone. She'd never imagined that messy sex would be so invigorating, nor did she imagine she'd ever be so messy at her apex for another woman. In fact due to the dripping state of her pert folds Abby pressed her legs together while Pi tossed stripped pants to the side. Knees rubbed close with nervous and wanton energy. "Oh fooey." Out swelled lower lip popped on Pi's flushed features. Hair had fallen down to frame pale face in such a licentious way. She'd cleaned her fingers as best she could on Abby's sweats and now wiggled them with the urge to get them dirty once more. Reaching out she rather solidly took control of the English woman's knees, holding the insides of them and giving a small urging. "What do you like to call it? What's your favorite vulgarity for your own sex?" Turning her head to the side as clay bled along the bottom of shoulder blades Abby sucked on her own cheek for a moment. "Cunny." "Ooo." With a satisfied sigh Pi pressed her lips down to one knee before licking at its boney outer edge. "Abigail. Show me your cunny." Chest rolled with lusty breath as Abby's hair came loose. She considered the request and then felt Pi trying to force her legs apart anew. Turning to meet eyes with the teacher once more she felt herself reflexively grip at the round stone edge of the table she was on. "Tell me again." "Show me your cunny." Not breaking eye contact Pi's lips curved up even as she trailed teeth along the bottom of knee. "Please, Abigail. I need to see your cunny." This time when Pi prompted the artist spread her thighs with a slow sensual motion and flushed fully with a deep rooted quiver when Pi's dark eyes finally escaped the well of her own. They clearly settled on her glistening peach and sparked with appreciation. One hand left those rather elegant knees and skimmed along the undeniable softness of Abby's inner thigh. Tasting her own lips like an eager cat Pi leaned in between those long twilight legs watching hips twitch with prize in the middle. Sensitively she judged the weight and shape of Abby's womanhood with a full fondling. Successively Abby lifted her body with a hot sigh and pressed into that wonderful hand and begged with whimpers for more. Pi's ring finger swept into her parting, gathering up sticky bliss before pressing pad against the woman's clit. Abby's reaction and cry of excitement was immediate. Her lips broke with a sharp sound caused Pi to continue the sweet torture, handling the feminine pearl in a commanding manner. The succubus used not only the edge of her nail to stoke Abby's desire bit pushed in small tense circles. Every woman had a different pattern that drove her fires to burn bright. Part of the joy of lesbian sex Pi had found was the adventure of finding out what her partner liked. Abby let go of the wheel with one hand before applying its tight grip to one of her own breast, panting as she played and tugged at her nipple. A fresh whimper rolled out as Pi tasted along her hip bone. The human's other hand left its perch to mesh into the demoness' rich head of hair and tangled, encouragingly. Not that Pi needed to be encouraged! Once her prey's hips were moving in slow telling circles Pi slipped forefinger along to caress along the mouth of Abby's entrance and purred against soft skin as more primal sounds dripped out of Abby. She was plainly what one might call a screamer and really they were the best. Nuzzling every closer down the slope of hip Pi's face finally took the plunge and warming tongue brushed at her fingers and the sweet little cunny. Now that was a taste she'd missed as much as cock. Wet muscle flicked at clit a few times as Abby's thighs embraced her head and clearly wanted to hold her there. The sculptor's fingers demanded Pi's face, breath and tongue stayed just where they were. Sculpted Lines "Amazing." Abby managed to mumble. She sucked in a deep breath as Pi slipped one finger into her. Pi, in the process of giving a tongue bath, could only groan in agreement knowing the reverberation would spark the embers of Abby's lust. She could taste the woman's excitement, the pent up fantasies of being with another woman. There were salty impressions of masturbations past to be had as Pi swallowed wetness and used a second finger. Most of them dealt with the boy 'next door' which was a good ten acres away, and one or two of Eddie. She chuckled and lowered her head, pestering the edge of Abby's opening with tip of tongue. Abby was completely in her thrall now. Those untested hips bucked hard in tight circles. Even as she feasted on the bi-sexual college girl, which in and of itself was perhaps a redundant phrase, Pi's demonic senses noted arousal not only from Abby and her own soaked pelvis but something distinctly male and growing. Her eyes molded in imitation of a happy kitten. Eddie must be up and somewhere not too far off captivated by what he'd walked in on. Her hips twitched and legs spread as much for balance as invitation. However she had a feeling that the young man was probably not going to come over and make this something hot and French. He didn't seem the sort, yet... Finger fucking with ardor now Pi applied her tongue back to the shy ladybug as Abby took in desperate gasps of air. What a show this must be for poor Eddie. All Pi knew was that her jaw was starting to ache and the once amorous tugs on her hair were starting to hurt for some reason... Oh crap Abby's hand was still covered with clay! Her bottom lip jutted out as tongue was snaked back in. That was going to be hell to wash out! Her poor hair! It seemed that the shift of breath and application of what Abby mistook as a kiss sent the mortal woman tumbling over the edge for her fingers marred both Pi's scalp and her own breast. Velvet walls pinched down at Pi's fingers and tried to milk them deeper as the orgasm hit full swing. With frantic biological need Abby grasped and pulled, her grind becoming painful before she sobbed in low puffs of aftershock ridden pleasure. Long rivers of relaxation drowned the human's senses, drenched her brain until it just stopped thinking. This was the high point in Abby's life, a zenith she was sure that would not soon be overcome. The Englishwoman did manage to ease her twitching thighs from Pi's ears and to not be too disappointed in sound as fingers and beautiful mouth left her. Rising to her full height Pi glanced at soaked fingers and just smiled watching the way that Abby's juices ran along her skin. There wasn't any sort of mad gush of cum, she hadn't expected there to be. She did now have an utterly wet hand now for her suck on one finger at a time. She started with the first finger to touch Abby while meeting the woman's eyes. "Now that is a wonderful breakfast, yes?" "Mm-hmm." Abby let her head fall back fully and just took in steady breaths, chest rising as she came down only to be knocked back up by another aftershock. "Very nice, Pi." The succubus gave spacious hips a waggle and once the artist wasn't looking assessed the mess her hair had become. Oh it was going to be a hell of a time getting de-tangled. Her pleasantly plump thighs cocked to one side then the other. Over shoulder Pi cast her gaze with a slow sparking of infernal flame along the sides of them just for Eddie. He was caught in her eyes and his chest swelled with tight breath as she lapped at her palm and just gave him a smug grin. All Eddie could do was blush and stifled a cough. The front of his shorts bulged with voyeuristic need. He scratched at the front of his St. Agatha's College Athletics t-shirt trying to fight down the prickles of want crawling away from his belly. It wasn't easy when the demon he'd thought he'd dreamed up was giving him such a look. He knew he shouldn't have watched but it was clear Pi didn't mind. Also he was already craving to hear Abby cum again. Part of him, that little jock that lounged in the reptile part of every man's brain, considered striding and taking control of the situation boldly, making it a three way. However he just hung back, at least until Pi used her other hand to beckon him closer. Clearing his throat very lightly he hesitated before moving along over to her... Oh that's where his jersey went! "Eddie!" Abby shrieked after she sat up and nearly fell off of the pottery wheel. She wasn't completely naked of course, she was wearing a lot of clay. In her mind it just made her look like more of a slut. Trapped in head-lights she fidgeted before deliriously looking for her shirt. She didn't even think of crossing her legs, just consumed by the need to cover up. "Oh it is okay." Hair should have swished as Pi turned her head in the most elegant of manners, but it was all clumped together. Okay she was obsessing on this overmuch. Her cheeks rose with amusement and she shot out her clean hand to capture the front of Eddie's shirt before he could slink away. "Is it not, Eddie?" "Uh. Hey." Caught at the end of Pi's fingers he gave Abby a wave and tried to avert his eyes but couldn't. With full appreciation his gaze crept along all the assets he'd only guessed about while loving a hand full of lotion. "It's fine really. I... I didn't mean to you know uh." "Watch?" Pi chuckled low before loosening her hand and smoothing it over the plane of his pect to firm shoulder. Her plush hip bumped against his before she walked all the way around and settled enviable chest against his shoulder blades. "Yes you did. Really now." Her dignified chin pressed to rest on the other shoulder before she gave Abby a hooded look. "I suspect when you stop and think about it you do not mind either, do you Abigail?" "I." Gulping the distant cousin covered her smeared chest with both arms and awkwardly folded her legs. She found she couldn't disagree. "Pi. Come on." Eddie expelled a low bit of air urging her to stop before gasping as her arms shifted and one pulled up his shirt. "Hey!" "I know you two fantasize about each other." Her hand didn't as much reach down into his shorts as push and pull until Eddie's full bore erection was free. Of course she was using the hand sill laden with Abby's wetness. It made the stiff member lurch as she wrapped fingers around it. Her teeth pulled the hem line over his left shoulder as she stroked up in down in smooth coaxing motions. "Right now I bet It's not me you need wrapped around little Eddie here. Mm?" Eddie choked and shivered, knowing that even though he could pull away from Pi that his flesh was weak. Likewise Abby was spellbound, eyes drawn to turgid cock and she felt her inner muscles flex anew. "See. You two want one another." With a swirl of thumb Pi gathered precum from Eddie's tip, mixing it with Abby's release, before moving it to her own lips. After humming in contentment reserved for really good chocolate she brushed her tongue against Eddie's ear and hand returned to pump a bit faster, tugging the flesh of his shaft tight. "You want to cum in her. She wants your seed to splash against her depths, trust me I know." "Pi!" Now it was Abby's turn to protest but she didn't do so fully. Eyes lowered to her shaking hands as they folded together in her lap. Alluring waves framed her face. "Abby." The succubus teased back like an amused teacher at a student's protest over a hard question. They both knew the answer. The firm hand job continued as Eddie was now coated in Abby's lustrous spices. "It is alright. There is nothing wrong with you wanting one another. You are both adults after all." Eddie leaned into the cushion of Pi's chest, reaching back to grip the backside of her ass and squeeze as she jerked him off in quick pumps. "You... come on, Pi. Stop." "Why?" She didn't move her eyes from Abby's as once again the young woman found her gaze locked down by them. Her face tilted however ever so full lips brushed against the back of Eddie's as she spoke. She felt his shiver translate through her bosom. "Are you going to cum, Eddie? Are you going to cum because you feel like my hand is her cunny?" Flushing with full embarrassment Eddie turned his face into hers. "Yes." "Do you want to cum for her, cum for me, Eddie?" She purred and pressed teeth against his ear, tugging. "Yes." His voice became strangled and his whole body shook as Pi broke rhythm with two very forceful strokes. Composure was nearly lost then and there. Pi sighed pleasantly knowing that he didn't want her to stop. Her tongue rewarded the admission by soothing over bitten shell. "Do you want him to cum for you, Abigail? Cum for us?" Still not able to vocalize her needs the messy sculptor managed a squeak to go along with her nod. Eyes dropped from Pi's down to Eddie's rod full of giddy anticipation and stimulated breath. Her fingers curled together. "Oh come now. I think he needs to hear it." Pi coaxed and fingers left shaft to work over excited sac before returning. "Tell him." "I." Abby swallowed hard and felt her legs quivering all over again. "I need you to cum for me Eddie." The roll of Abby's 'e' into a high pitched giggle was because before she even finished her Yankee relative went rigid and cried out then squirted out the first hot jet of seed. Pi however was on top of everything, curing her fingers over the front of shooting dick. Ropey jets spattered through and over her fingers but in the end the demoness was able to get an ample supply in her hand. Eddie's orgasm was short lived of course and his body cycled down rapidly. Pi made a soft sound of worry and pulled his shorts back up with her clean hand before urging him closer to Abby. The human woman in turn pushed out the chair she had been sitting on out. Her cheeks were very dark right now. "That, that was very beautiful, Eddie." Abby's throat flexed. "So... is she really your tutor?" Easing down as his legs felt like half eaten jello Eddie was still rather hard and after-leavings stained the inside of his bottoms. "I... um. " He heavily blinked and looked up at Pi as she leaned over his arm with a brush of full breasts against the bare flesh of it. Both he and Abby blinked as the erotic European styled woman offered out her palm full of seaman to the other lady's lips. "Have a taste? He produces some very yummy seed." Abby balked a bit at first but hell, why stop now? She looked to Eddie who nodded before leaning forward. Using the tip of her tongue like a spade the artist drew up a nice dollop before swallowing. She licked her lips and looked up to Pi, nodding in approval. "See." Pi made a giddy thrumming before kissing Eddie's crown. Stepping away she took her sweet time suckling all that salty goodness from her hand while gathering up discarded jersey. The two cousins spent the whole time watching her. "Delicious. Oh you two are so cute!" The succubus wiggled from head to toe. She was still unspent of course but a slow day's burn was the best. "Now. I am going to be here for a bit and I do not mind you two doing to one another whatever you like..." She wiggled her brows. "You both have the drives, passion and consideration to be fantastic lovers." Eddie looked back to Abby who coughed before gesturing to Pi. The pale woman was debating weather to slip the green oversized shirt back on. "So is she your tutor or what, Eddie?" "I don't know how to explain it?" He sighed and reached out to give his cousin's thigh a rub. "You really are hot, you know that?" Abby had the good sense to flush anew and leaned over to peck his cheek for being sweet. However their attentions moved back to the woman who'd just serviced them both in such a controlling manner. They just stared until Pi looked up from her thoughts and blinked vapid. "Oh!" Smokey laugh rose once more. "I'm a succubus. Edward summoned me last night." "Uh... what?" Eddie turned fully in the chair to just gape. Abby on the other hand gave him a light slug in the shoulder. "Bullocks! I told you, Eddie, I told you that rummaging around in the family's archives for old formulae's was a bad idea. Damn it!" "Uh... what?" Rubbing at his arm first and foremost Eddie gawked at Abby now instead. "You summoned a demon!" Abby slid backwards before popping up to her feet with a rising tide of anxious fury and her voice a whine "Bloody hell, Eddie!" Pi just blinked and realized her eyes were still full of flame. Opps! One might have thought Abby would have noticed that before. She coughed and scratched at the back of her head, trying to untangle hair. First a good scrub, then she'd get dressed. "You believe that?" The mathematician was about to launch into a rant about logic and the absence of heaven and hell there in as it dawned on him that he believed it too. Gaze shot back to Pi who just wiggled her fingers and gave a cheerful grin. "Oh." Groaning Abby set her face in one hand. "I'm going to take a shower, alone, and figure out what to do. Just don't uh... oh hell never mind!" Off she stalked for her wing of the manor to try and sort this all out. Eddie wondered exactly why Abby was so quick to believe, as did Pi in truth. They both watched her hips and ass until they were out of view. "A succubus, really?" With a slow drag of now Pi crossed her heart before actually giggling for once. "Come on. I need to take a bath too. I'll explain everything." His look turned dubious. "Trust me?" Smiling easy Pi offered out a hand. Eddie accepted. Sculpting It was a perfect sunny day outside and I was window shopping when I saw a sign advertising free nude sculpting classes. The nude body male or female always fascinates me so I thought I d go in to see whose naked body I d be admiring today. I was already moist and I didn t even know what to expect. I walked in, saw a arrow pointing down winding stairs heading almost to a basement. I opened the door and gasped in surprise, in the centre of the room there sitting on a little platform naked was a very beautiful woman. She sat with hers knees slightly apart so you get a glimpse of her fat, pink pussy, and her arms folded over such big tits they could not be real, nor could her folded arms hide them. Instantly I went from moist to wet thinking about sucking on those large nipples I was yet to see, and licking on her fat pussy and tasting it as it creamed in my mouth. Someone touched my arm I thought I had died and gone to heaven. Standing beside nude was the finest ebony body I had ever seen with a fully extended dick of 9 1/2" long. Instantly I started salivating, I could now feel my panties getting wet. The image flashed in my mind of him fucking me real hard from behind while I ate her fat pussy. He then invited me in and told me I had to take my clothes of it was a all nude sculpting class. Instantly I agreed while asking if I could touch whomever I wanted while I sculpt. I slowly took my clothes off watching them watch me reveal my goods. I had perfect tits that men just loved fucking and cummin on. My ass was rounded perfectly and I loved arching it high while being fucked doggie and getting spanked. He took my clothes and accidently touched, then rubbed the outline of my tits. My shirt fell so I quickly bent over, knees straight to retrieve them knowing I was giving them both a view of my pussy lips. He then brought me my clay to start working with. I wandered over to the girl who had not moved a inch and started slowing touching her on the pretense of arranging her the way I wanted before I started sculpting. I rubbed my hand over the soft curve of her tits and then down her legs to her innerthighs and slowly across her lips. I heard her gasp. Her lips were wet. I slowly unfolded her arms and almost came at the sight of her huge nipples attached to those wonderfully big tits. I heard a rustle behind me and saw Ebony now my name for him watching us and stroking his huge cock the tip, shiny with his dew. I m in heaven was my thought again and the best part was no names or questions being asked. Its almost like they had been waiting for me. I pushed her gently back on the platform and did what I wanted to do since I laid eyes on her...suck on those big gorgeous nipples , I felt herhand slowly stroking my pussy rubbing on my clit making me wetter if that was possible. I wanted more I bent my head and started licking her clit all the time with my ass arched in the air providing Ebony with a perfect view of my dripping pussy. She started thrashing and I knew she was cumming I stuck my fingers in her pussy fucking her while sucking her clit like it was cock in my mouth. I could taste her juices in my mouth andit turned me on to know my face was wet with it. Ebony walked slowly over to our little stage stroking his fat cock. Slowly I turned around in anticipation waiting to see what he would do. He walked over to me, with his fully extended rod pointing in my face. I greedily opened my mouth and started sucking on his dick, knowing this would be one the best blow-jobs I have ever given. His head was already wet with pre-cum and I almost came when I tasted it. I started slowly making his dick slick and wet with my saliva giving special attention to his balls, licking and sucking each one. I felt gently hands on my tit as she massaged each one then taking my nipples into her mouth, it was amazing, I had never had my tits sucked on while a I sucked someone dick before, I could feel my self having on the edge of cumming and she hadn t ate my pussy yet. Ebony stopped abruptly, I knew he was trying to control cumming I had felt his body tensing. He turned me around and with one clean stroke he was fucking my pussy hard, I was already cumming all over his dick on the first stroke. I was almost sure passerbys upstairs could hear my screams as he kept pounding his fat cock hard in my pussy and spanking my ass. She laid in front of me rubbing on her pussy lips watching me get fucked and enjoying it. Ebony was like a machine, He was making me cum again as he kept fucking my pussy hard without breaking his rhythm, I was juicing all over his cock and could it running down my thighs. Ebony pulled out of my pussy quicklyI turned around so I could catch his hot cum in my mouth and there she was beside me also licking on his balls while I took his cum inside my mouth. He cumming and cumming I could not swallow fast enough, she was licking the rest of his dick and my lips catching any escaped cum and enjoying it as much as I was. After about twenty minutes of heavy breathing trying to catch my breath, I opened my eyes, Ebony and BT were out sleeping. I quietly got my clothes and left wondering if I d ever take another sculpting class as interesting as this one.