Artistic License {Part 7} [FF erotic fiction] [F, exh] [Fm, mast]

I'll put links to the rest of my story in the comments. Summary so far: I'm an artist with a special gift: I can manipulate my girlfriend's body using a clay figure, which I made for an art project on sexuality. First I experimented with her breasts, and found that she accepts the change after orgasming. Then I gave her much larger breasts and – just for fun (my fun) – a cock. This is how her day went after those changes.

Summer walked offstage with a smile, and was pleased to see that her handful of male students were actually working. She pulled the front of her blouse down while shrugging her shoulders back, ensuring that another inch of cleavage was stunningly displayed. She wanted to ensure that she would keep her students' attention, since they were rarely as rapt as they had been that morning.

The men stood to attention almost immediately when she walked into the group. "I'm so pleased to see you all working hard," Summer said, touching each of them on the shoulder as she walked around, "That will make it a lot easier to get through today's practice." Each student she touched swallowed as he tried to avoid staring at her cleavage.

The guys had less to express in this scene, as it was mostly about the troubles one of the young women was going through. It was still an emotionally charged scene, and one of the male characters was particularly upset. Summer made sure they knew how important it was for them to react to the impassioned scene. She had them walk around and practice body language, stopping in shock or pacing nervously.

Every time she spoke her students watched her closely, and she made sure to emphasise her statements with arm movements that shook her breasts. She was so glad that they were trying to learn that she didn't even mind when one boy tried to cop a feel, reaching forward as she helped him practice a dramatic recoil. Rather, she thought of it as a reward he deserved, and smiled brightly at him as his fingers touched one stunning breast.

Finally she came to Ben, the young man playing the particularly troubled character. "Now, dear, you care deeply for your cousin, and seeing her in such torment is hurting you as well. Not to mention that your family's reputation may be ruined. Your character is upset that she's in trouble, hurt that she's in pain, a bit angry that she's hurting your family, and guilty that he's angry at her. Do you get what he's feeling?"

"Umm," said Ben, who was focusing on looking her in the eyes and not the cleavage, and barely heard any of what she said. She laughed lightly, "Don't worry about how to portray all that right now, let's just run through the scene and you can react to those thoughts as it goes along. The important aspect is how troubled and confused he is."

"I think I've got that part down," Ben laughed weakly, as he sat down in a chair to start the scene. Summer just beamed at him, then began to act the part of the troubled girl. She walked 'in' to the scene looking distraught, bemoaning her life, then saw her cousin and approached him for support. "Oh you darling man," she said lovingly, "I feel like you're the only one who understands me." She reached out to embrace the boy, sitting in his lap as she kissed his cheek sweetly and went on with the monologue. Summer had the entire part memorised, so part of her mind was free to notice the sudden hardness in the guy's lap. She was pleased, and barely realised she was thinking of a man's reaction to her as a compliment, rather than with the disgust she normally felt as a lesbian. After all, she had a cock too, so why would his annoy her? Summer shifted in his lap as she continued speaking, moving her skirt out from underneath her.

Ben had realised that nothing separated his pants from her body, and his internal torment was obvious in his voice. Summer nodded and winked at him, as though to compliment his voice acting, but it just made him harder. As she responded to his lines in character, she rocked forward slightly, and his cock, which already felt like it was going to escape his pants, brushed up against her slit. The pressure felt so good against her pussy, so she pushed down slightly and rocked again. That was too much for Ben, who threw his head back and groaned.

Summer jumped up and clapped her hands excitedly. "Perfect, Ben, that was the perfect reaction for your character – an audible expression of what he cannot deal with." The young man nodded and grinned back at her, trying to stand up without showing what she'd done to his body. She instructed the men to practice their body language for the next few minutes, before heading for her dressing room. She couldn't stop thinking about that cock against her slit. It wasn't that she wanted Ben's cock in particular – she was still very much into women – but her pussy wanted something and rubbing one out earlier hadn't helped.


"You mean you still needed a vaginal orgasm after you came with your penis?" I asked, fascinated. "Yeah, but I wasn't thinking so scientifically!" Summer replied. "Oh? What were you thinking?" I asked, tracing her labia with my fingertips. "Oohh," she breathed out, "I … I was thinking about how sensitive I was today, how much I needed to touch myself." I teased her with my fingers, asking "Touch yourself how?"

Summer described how she sat back down in the chair in front of the dressing room mirror and began to finger her labia, moving her cock out of the way so she could enjoy her reflection. I mirrored her movements, one thumb circling her opening before pushing in, while the other thumb circled her clit. When she was breathing so hard she couldn't continue her story, I stopped.

Summer wriggled and moaned, telling me to keep going, begging for my touch. I kissed her belly button and said "Keep talking", forcing her to relate every stroke before I copied it. She remembered her fingers on her clit – I tongued it. She described how she traced her labia – I licked them gently and she shivered. She remembered pushing her fingers into her vagina – I pushed mine in. She told me how she had pushed up at her G-spot – I curled my fingers inside her and made her moan. Every way she had pleasured herself, I gave her pleasure.

Summer shuddered and cried out when I finally let her orgasm. Again, I wondered how quiet she had been in that dressing room, wondered if that boy had heard her, if he had wondered how good she tasted when I licked her clean.


Summer straightened herself up and walked backstage to tell the girls to stop. They followed her to the front of the stage, smiling at the young men. Summer knew that allowing her students to socialise would completely distract them from her instruction, especially since they were still full of sexual tension from her earlier teaching. Instead she had them all sit down in the front row of the theatre while she took the stage.

To be precise, she sat on the edge of the stage and swung herself over, an act which threatened to reveal most of what was under her skirt. That was enough to get her class' full attention again, so that all eyes were on her as she beamed out at her students. Summer remembered how well her innuendo-laden speech at worked on the board of directors. She decided that was the best way to end the day's lesson.

"You all did very well today. It brings me so much pleasure," she smiled at Sky, "to work in such close contact," now she smiled at Ben, "with you students, and to reveal your inner abilities. I hope you were each able to touch yourselves," she made eye contact with the pretty young Ashley, "that is, get in touch with your characters. I know these practices often seem long and hard, but it's important for you to improve at both the oral and physical aspects of acting."

Seeing several of her students swallow at her words, Summer walked to the edge of the stage. "I know I've given you a lot to think about already, so that's it for today. Remember to practice, especially with each other!"


"God, honey, you're such a tease," I told my dear girlfriend, before leaning in to kiss her. "I am rather good with my tongue," she said mischievously, pulling me onto her lap to kiss me again. I filled my hands with her breasts as she reached up my dress and under my bra to tease my nipples. We spent a few minutes just enjoying each others' bodies, before one of Summer's hands left my breast and began to reach down between my legs. I knew she could prove to me how good she was with her tongue, but I had a different idea for how I wanted her to please me tonight.

I let her finger my pussy, getting me wet, while my hands left her breasts alone to start stroking her cock. She sighed a bit when my fingers left her nipples, so I bent to start sucking them instead. She moaned happily and I focused on her cock. It grew quickly under my hands, the hands that had made it, and I wriggled in anticipation.

Summer's other hand left my breasts to help finger me, so I took control again. I stood up, grabbing her hands, and smiled down at my dear girlfriend. I brought her hands to my breasts and told her not to stop pleasuring me there. Then I began swaying my hips, feeling how wet and ready my pussy was. I knelt down on the armchair, my legs on either side of Summer's, and kissed her deeply as I lowered myself onto her waiting cock.

"I've been waiting all day for this," I murmured into her mouth, and we began to move together.

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That's the end of Summer's tale, and the end of the story so far. If you have any suggestions for what I do next, let me know – after all, this is a project on human sexuality. What modifications would you make to your lover's body?

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