(Kody POV) Clay

After Wren and I dried off, we headed to her kitchen. Over breakfast, we talked about our life before we met each other. I told her about my dad and my mom and the dairy factory back home. She told me about her relationship with her parents and her best friend and how she wishes she could have a normal relationship with her parents but due to their rich lifestyle and her schooling she never sees them.

"I have a surprise for us this afternoon," Wren says, running her foot up my leg.

My cock stirs in my loose boxers. I take a deep breath, thinking about my dad naked or the one time I had to deliver a baby calf on the farm. I gain a small amount of control with these thoughts.

"What's that?" I ask, relieved I could calm down enough.

"We are going to make each other ceramic cups. I took a few college ceramic courses my freshman year so my dad bought me a ceramic studio. I thought it would be fun to get dirty somewhere else besides the sauna or my bed," she says with a wink.

The sexual gestures make my soft member regain some of its size.

"What if I can't make a cup?" I question, remembering how hard it was for me to make things out of clay in high school.

"You'll have to make me other things then." She looks down at my half-boner.

I grab onto the seat of the chair and squeeze my thighs together. A deep groan escapes my lips as my erection presses against my boxers, making them look more like a tent over my crotch. I lean my head against the back of the chair breathing heavily, my cock aching for relief.

"Why do you do this to me?" I groan, my head still back.

She giggles.

The studio was small but really nice. It had several throwing wheels and shelves. It was very open as well. Wren showed me how to put the clay on the wheel and start making things. The first hour was mostly her demonstrating how to do everything. She showed me how to constantly keep my hands wet and slick with wet clay.

"I think I'm finally getting the hang of this!" I say triumphantly. My jeans were covered in clay.

"Try this, Kody."

She sits behind me, directing my arms and hands. Her warm breasts pressed comfortably against my back. As she guides my hands over the mound of clay, she begins kissing my back. A sudden rush of blood fills my dick. Her wet hands grab at my crotch, quickly finding the zipper and freeing my cock which is already hard. Still kissing my back, she wraps her warm hand around my erection. She rhythmically strokes my cock as groan in pleasure, wrapping my wet hands around my knees and leaning back into her.

"I'm already really close," I whine, the soft clay dripping down onto my jeans faster. I press my thighs together, giving in to the addictive pleasure. My lower stomach begins to get tight, my balls pulling themselves closer to the base of my shaft.

"Oh Wrenn!"

Just as I feel the cum enter my cock Wren releases her grip.

She quickly stands and moves back to her wheel. I grab onto the wheel in front of me, my cock hitting my chest. A weird and intoxicating dizziness numbs my face. I slowly lean back and grab onto my stomach, my erection spitting precum just below my tits as my massive cock pulsates on the length of my stomach. The dreaded ache began to fill my balls.

I look at Wren with longing, a wicked grin across her face.

"I really don't like this game all that much," I say quietly, having been edged twice now.

"I want your monster load tonight when we role-play," she hisses, tying her hair up as she starts on her piece of clay.

"Oh yeah?" I say, tucking my aching dick back into my jeans.

"Yeah. I'm going to pretend I'm off the pill and you're going to accidentally get me pregnant," she says casually as my cock presses against my jeans again.