Artistic Understudy I

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Even the minor drop of being freed from the sundress set June’s breasts into motion, the slight jiggling of the barely tanned mounds creating a mesmerizing display. As usual, they paid only the barest of lip service to gravity, with only miniscule droop and pancaking compromising their rounded glory. Pink nipples crowned them, proudly erect.

To say that it was a challenge for John not to forget everything about painting to just indulge in the magnificence bared before him was a monumental understatement. But June had expressed interest in his art and the development of his talent, enough so to hang his work among the works of his betters. Determined to honor the faith she had put in him by doing so, he mustered the willpower necessary to consider the task seriously.

He still marveled at the sight before him, of course, but he **** himself to regard it as an artistic medium as well as a focus of his lust. The twin orbs of wonder were all glorious curves, so he decided to lean into that with a curve based design. That was going for the easy option, true, but he felt like it was well in the spirit of June’s instructions for a first attempt at body art.

In fact, wasn’t- A quick glance to the side confirmed that one of the paints, the very one June had read the label of, was a vibrant blue. The idea crystallized into one of bright blue spirals and twirls in the vein of stereotypical celtic body paint. But using just one color felt… incomplete.

Looking over the available colors again, another thought occurred to him. The angel June had hung on her living room wall, he had drawn with a silvery aspect to her snow white complexion. There were both white and silver available, so he could work off of that…

Shortly after, he had his colors ready on the palette and turned to face fully towards June again. She had left one arm dangling down the side of the raised lounge chair, and in turning John accidentally brushed his bulge against her hand. With a smile halfway between sly and seductive, she remarked, “If it would make you more comfortable, you should feel free to lose the pants while you work~”

That short circuited John’s ability to think hard enough for a moment that he almost unequipped his pants right then and there. Instead, he hastily put the brush back down and disrobed from the waist down. In his eagerness, he accidentally hooked down his boxers as well, but June didn’t seem to mind in the slightest.

Manhood released from the confining garments, he got started. The first brushstrokes brought a pleased sigh from June’s lips. The sound gradually transitioned into a hum as he felt her fingertips daintily play across his shaft.

Between the sheer allure of the situation, the anticipation that had built up in the back of his mind since Monday, and the compounded fantasies he had had about his art teacher, even that might have been enough to bring him towards completion if Climax Control hadn’t been set for staying power. Instead, the desire to skip past the artistry surged again, but he barely managed to wrestle it down.

He would not be able to contain himself for long like this though, so he reached for a different, untested, attempt at a solution. The Kama Sutra had contained the basics of tantric meditations. Trying to apply those, he allowed the creative and lustful thoughts to flow together fully, rather than exist as separate impulses that he tried to impose a hierarchy of priority upon.

It worked beyond all expectations, creating a feedback loop as they intertwined and fed one another. The sensation of June’s delicate exploration of his phallus and the quiet symphony of lustful sighs and hums heightened his creative impetus. The sight of the artwork taking shape on the skin of her marvelous bosom fueled the need to coax more sounds from her with his brushstrokes and see just how heavily he could have her breathing before it was complete.

He didn’t know how long he had spent when he leaned back a little to take in the completed painting. He might have taken a step back if that wouldn’t have brought his dick out of June’s reach. Blue lines started at the buxom artist’s nipples and spiraled outwards until they merged at the bottom of her cleavage, traveled up its length and split again at the top to describe two halves of a heart shape that outlined the whole of her bust and trailed a narrow tip down to her navel.

Between the last and second to last turns of the spiral, there was space for lines to split off from the main one to form a ring of small spirals as well. The skin between the spiral lines was painted a silvery white, and he had painted the nipples themselves a rich, reddish-gold color.

There were a lot of little imperfections to the work, a bit of wobble to a line here, a small symmetry error there and so on. For his first time with the medium, that was to be expected. Despite those, he had succeeded in emphasizing and elevating June’s inherent allure, and he was already looking forward to the day where he had the experience to make a better variation of the theme, and cover June in it from head to toe.

He had especially succeeded in amplifying the hypnotic quality of her breasts in jiggling motion. Which she made readily apparent by shifting onto her side and holding out the hand that hadn’t been playing with his dick the entire time. After a few heartbeats, John realized she must have said something too. “Uh, sorry, I didn’t catch that…”

“Can I borrow your phone for a moment?” she repeated with a giggle.

He wasn’t sure why she wanted it, but there were also very few requests she could’ve made at that moment that he wouldn’t have unhesitatingly complied with. Barely, he remembered to pretend to fetch it from his discarded pants rather than openly take it out of his inventory.

She took it and rolled onto her back again, before using his phone to take a selfie with her painted breasts still bared in their full glory. Then she handed it back to him, but in the meanwhile he had had other ideas, partly sparked by noticing a tart scent that was no longer just vaguely familiar.

Instead of taking back the phone, he slid his hand under June’s dress through the slit in the skirt. June’s expression changing from mild surprise as his hand moved past hers to half-lidded lip biting when she realized what he was doing instead further emboldened the Gamer.

Caressing his way up her inner thigh, he found her nethers drenched and sodden with lust. She let out low moans and murmurs of pleasure as he explored the petals of her flower, rubbing her outer lips before parting them so he could tease the inner ones.

“Yesssss!” Grazing his thumb across her clit caused her to buck up, taking two of his fingers into her folds up to the second knuckle. He slowly circled her clit with his thumb while gently probing the walls of her love tunnel, following her as she settled her butt back down on the raised lounge chair.

“Please, John, more.” As though he had needed any more encouragement than the sound of her husky, needy voice, she accompanied the plea with reaching for his cock again. Instead of the light, teasing touch of before, she fully grasped it and stroked it slowly in time with his circling thumb.

Skill fueled intuition told him that anticipation and the body painting foreplay had her arousal at a heady blaze, primed to flare easily. While he increased the pace of his circling thumb, and June sped up her strokes to match, he let the same intuition guide him to hook his fingers and search the roof of her vagina.

He smirked as he found a spot with a slightly different texture that made her inhale sharply when he touched it. Shifting his thumb directly unto her clit and rubbing both sensitive spots at the same time saw her reward him with longer, louder moans and squirming as her sex quivered around his fingers.

For a moment, June’s own ministrations lapsed, but she quickly redoubled the stroking. At first, she matched his gradually intensifying rhythm, but soon her efforts started to turn erratic. Tension built in the body of the voluptuous artist, until she bucked up against his hand again. She held the arched back for a long moment while her inner walls clamped down on his fingers. A loud moan, bordering on a scream, was quickly muffled as she put her hand over her mouth.

It was short, as women’s orgasms went, and judging by the naked desire in the look she gave him afterwards, it had done more to inflame her lust than it had to satisfy it. John was more than happy with that outcome.

With motions that somehow seemed languid and energized at the same time, she slid off the lounge chair towards him. He took a single step back to give her space, but even if he had been intent on taking more, her reaching for his cock would have put a stop to that.

“That was a very nice start, but I seem to have left you hanging and we can’t have that.” Even without her hand on his shaft, the sensual melody of her voice would still have sent a pleasant shiver up his spine. Instead of sliding off to stand, she had slid straight into a kneel and now she bent forward and took his precum-slick tip into her mouth.

She ran her tongue over his glans, lapping deftly at sensitive spots while a sensual hum sent vibrations straight into his shaft. At the same time, she began stroking again, pumping the base of his dick with one hand while cupping and gently massaging his balls with the other.

Between the built up anticipation and the unorthodox foreplay, June’s handjob while he fingered her had been close to bringing him to climax when her own orgasm interrupted it. Consequently, it took very little time to bring him to the edge. “June, I’m go-”

He didn’t even finish the sentence before she stopped swirling her tongue and put it right under his tip, while she increased the pumping from a moderate pace to overdrive. He unloaded immediately, shooting spurt after spurt of cum into June’s waiting mouth while his legs trembled and his vision blurred.

After half a dozen spurts or so, he was spent and June drew back. Opening wide, she presented the mouthful of semen to him for a moment before swallowing and then displaying her now empty mouth to him. He almost said “good girl” in response, but uncertainty of whether she would like that held him back.

With no trace of uncertainty on her part, June bent towards his dick again and gave the barely deflated shaft a lick. That caused him to surge back to full hardness while a message about Climax Control refills showed up momentarily before his eyes.

“So vigorous and virile…” June’s tone sounded halfway between song and worship before she went back to licking. John had no idea how to respond to that, so he just put a hand on her head and caressed her hair with his thumb while she gave his cock a tongue bath.

When she finished and stood up, John was split between wanting her to continue and wanting to find out whatever came next. The hungry look in her eyes made it very clear that they weren’t done yet even before she leaned in and half-whispered, half-hummed, “That was a great appetizer, but now I’m in the mood for something more… filling. And I think we should move to the bedroom so it won’t be inconsiderate to the neighbors when I get loud~”

That made his dick twitch and sent a shiver down his spine, and he nodded in agreement as he didn’t trust himself to string together a sentence. With a melodic giggle, she took a step away and slid her dress the rest of the way off.

She sashayed inside with John in tow and led him to her bedroom. John was entirely too entranced by the sway of her wide hips and shapely butt to have even a vague idea about where in her house the bedroom was located. He barely spared enough of a glance away from her to note the king sized bed as she turned to face him, and that sliver of misplaced attention was ended when she peeled his shirt, and only remaining garment, partway off and left it bundled around his head.

It took John a moment to realize that she had left it there. It took John a moment more to get himself disentangled from the garment and remove it. June had made use of that time to position herself, and so he found her on her knees and one hand on the bed. Her butt was pointed straight at him, while she looked at him over her shoulder. As soon as she saw that he could see her again, she brought her hand down on her own ass with a smack that set both cheeks jiggling. Then she grabbed her cheek with three fingers and her pussy lips with the last and drew to the side, spreading herself open invitingly.