A guy, a goth and an art project

The art building was not a place Wendell got to frequently. He hadn't taken any electives there and had never been to any of the gallery showings. It was a low, more modern building that had a healthy number of skylights. Inside, the atrium was were student projects were on display amidst bland, pale walls. Here, Wendell wasn't sure of where he was going or what he was actually doing. He had simply shown up in the expectation that some of the goth girls he'd seen passing by this building, would be here. For the most part, there wasn't anyone. A guy sketching in the atrium, a couple of teachers and students passing through, and even a few people just outside the entrance smoking, but not a single one of the pale, vampiric looking women he was hoping to see. This made him drift and his mind began to wander, and soon he wasn't looking at the people, but the art on the walls.

There were paintings of house cats, a collage made of discarded cigarette packaging, an abstract piece of overlapping black and white shapes that Wendell kind of liked, a jesus bust made of beer cans, and even a watercolor of a shirtless man that Wendell was pretty sure was Guy Hamm. In a glazed over state, Wendell ended up in front of a room filled with student sculptures on black counter tops around the room. He peaked into the little door window and saw all manner of materials and subjects. He entered without thinking much of it. The windowless room was totally empty and with the hum of the air vents above as his soundtrack, he began to survey the sculptures: painted ceramic fish, a papier-mache puppy, some absract shapes and...an exagerrated, full-sized, blue-glazed, ceramic bust of a man's hips sporting a large, erect penis.

At this, Wendell could only laugh. The sudden, strange, sexual nature of the sculpture had caught him completely off-guard.

"Hey!? What are you laughing at-"

Wendell had jolted, drawn, and fired upon his intruder before she could finish her sentence. In a quick, panicked spin, he cleared the room looking for other targets, and there was no one, just the hum of the air vents. Wendell, in total embarassment, relaxed his posture and went to evaluate his accident. She was a short, chubby girl, with dark curly hair. A white button up shirt with suspenders above torn black stockings under a dark skirt, heavy dark eye makeup, a choker, a nose ring, and tall leather boots made up the girl's attire.

Man I hope I never have an actual gun, because I did not even bother to look. Still...it was a pretty good shot tho-HEY! I got the perfect outfit here. She's a little heavier than I'd like but...

Wendell went over the room. There was a small supply closet the girl had clearly come from. With a quick peek inside, he saw that no one else was going to spook him. He went back out to the hallway door and thankfully, upon inspection, it had both a lock and a shade for the small window. With a click and a draw of the shade, his privacy was assured and he set about getting changed.

Wendell made an event out of removing the girl's clothing. Most of it had to go before he could then put her on and set about putting it all back on for his amusement. He yanked off the boots, one at a time, rolled off the stockings, and tossed aside her underwear which he would not be using.

Wow...

The girl sported a full mane of pink-dyed pubic hair. Getting more impatient now, he tugged off the skirt, threw off the shirt, tore away her bra and unclasped her choker more quickly. He hefted the girl's skin up and eyeballed her body. She was a bit round, chubby, but not overly so in the face. She had a few sparse marks and spots on her body and hanging c-cups.

Not bad, but then again, I'm mostly here for the outfit.

With that he tore off all his own clothes, and started climbing inside. The familiar act of having the skin seal up around him was pleasurable, save for one thing. The nose ring driving into place on his left nostril was actually quite painful, in spite of this, or perhaps because of it, when the girl's thigh and crotch formed into place, Wendell was already wet.

Wendell grabbed each tit in hand and gave them a good squeeze with his new black-painted fingernails. He let them fall, and set about putting on the rest of his costume. The choker was first, giving a satisfying click. Then came the shirt which he buttoned halfway, he didn't bother with the bra. After that the skirt, then the stockings, and finally the boots.

Now...I just need a mirror...

Wendell was going to leave his things behind and find a quiet bathroom or perhaps a mirror in an office when, for no particual reason, his eyes fell on the silly sculpture of a man's groin. He looked at it for a little bit longer than he felt he should have, but then he looked down at his chest.

His breasts were almost popping out of the shirt he'd half buttoned, and the skirt was visible below them. He lifted the thing and probed around a bit in his new pussy, admiring the pink pubic hair once more, and then looked back to the sculpture. He glanced around the room still indeed very empty. He licked his lips.

Why the fuck not?

He dropped his skirt grabbed the bust, and pulled it to the edge of the counter it was on. He worked the girl's clit under her skirt, hovering in front of the sculpture. Wendell, hesitated.

This is...a bit...uhh...whatever

He was too wet to really think too much more about it. He steadied the bust in one hand and tried to mount it. It was at an awkward height, but after some repositioning, he could feel the tip of the thing at his lips. With an awkward shuffle he-

OWWW!! OHHH! Oh....mmm..

Wendell had slipped a bit and rammed the thing inside himself a bit faster than intended, but the stretching pain actually felt a bit good. With a few sore thrusts, the glazed shaft was going in smoother and deeper. Before long Wendell was riding the thing in an even steady pace.

Pumping up and down on the sculpture and working his clit with his free hand, Wendell began to take a certain amount of delight in the fact that this was probably somebody's project that was due to be graded. The stretching, feeling the imperfections and veins of the sculpt inside him, and the view of his tits actually falling out of his top, put him into a frenzy.

"Fuck...ohh...fuck," He said aloud. He took the thing as deep as he could, and then, on one particulary hard pump, the ceramic cracked, and he was left with a pair of sculpted hips in one hand, and an over-sculpted cock inside him. He laughed at this and let go of the hips leaving them tipped over on the counter. He surveyed the damage and saw that a clean break had occured leaving about three inches of blue coated ceramic sticking out from under the girl's pink pubic hair.

Fuck...no point in stopping now.

He started pumping the thing up inside him and went back to working his clit. Without the awkward position, it wasn't long before-

"YEAHHHH! FUCKKK!" he was climaxing and watching the girl's tits shake about under him as he pumped and rubbed his pussy. Then came the knocking. The knocking startled Wendell and he braced himself of the counter with one hand, and then looked back at the door with the other.

"Hey, who's in there? Who the hell locked this door?" A voice said from the other side, and the sound of a lock turning was very audible. Before their question was even finished, the door was swinging open to reveal a woman in her mid-fifties glaring into the room. Wendell did all he could to straighten up quickly, pulling his tits back in his shirt and clench to keep the ceramic cock in him from falling out.

"Maureen?" the woman asked, "What are you doing in here?"

"Nothing," Wendell said eyeing the raygun on the pile of his clothes on the floor. "Just working on a...project. With these...clothes...here..."

How the hell am I gonna bend down to get that?

Behind the woman, two students walked in and a third poked her head in the door. The woman glared a bit at the unmoving Wendell, and after a brief unsure look, said "Don't you have a class, to get to Maureen? Why don't you...get a move on, huh?"

Shit

Not knowing what else to do and with four people staring at him, Wendell simply squatted slowly, making some faint ohhs and ahhs as he did, and gathered his clothes and the ray in his arms. WIth a closed legged walk with very, very short steps. He shuffled his way past the small group, leaving a confused Professor and three students to ponder the what exactly Maureen had been doing alone.