X-Art: Teasers Page 2

  “Yeah, do it sexy.”

  Jason wondered if he’d ever been harder. He wanted to fuck the duo for days. They were into it, which made it so much sweeter. They had started out doing it for him, or at least for their careers, that much was clear, but now they were doing it for themselves as well. Models were models, and they loved to show off, so the girls were undressing slow, taking their time. Both of them sexy; Cameron was hungry and Jessica playful.

  Jason could smell them, the scent of their pussies ripened his air. He wanted to bury his face deep into their sloppy holes, and hear them scream. He pointed to Jessica, said, “I want you on your back, babe,” then turned to Cameron. “I want to lick your pussy from behind.”

  Cameron crawled on all fours and stuck her ass up in the air. Her pussy was pink and fully exposed, raw and flaring. Jason spread her ass cheeks then dragged his tongue from her lower pussy up to her asshole, stopping just short of her pucker.

  Jessica sprawled flat to the mattress, her legs spread in a wide V. Cameron buried her face between them as Jessica curled her fingers into her friend’s hair.

  Jason plowed Cameron from behind, glazing his face with her juices.

  “Mmm ... you taste so good.”

  He pulled his face from Cameron’s sopping wet cunt and watched her dive into Jessica’s juicebox. It looked like someone had dumped a glass of water on her pussy. Jason wondered how much was from her own natural lube, and how much was slobber from Cameron’s mouth.

  He went back to her pussy, alternating between his darting tongue and flailing lips, licking the honey right from her pot, increasing speed as she started to moan, shoving her ass harder against Jason’s face. He thrust his tongue deep into her hole, thankful that his stupid bitch cunt of an ex-wife Samantha had refused him. “You taste so good,” he cried out, fucking Cameron faster with his tongue and fingers.

  Jessica was in full heat at the head of the bed. Jason couldn’t see her, but he could hear the sloppy sounds of Cameron’s mouth in and around her best friend’s cunt, and could make out Jessica’s nearly unintelligible moaning, mostly “Mmmm ... just like that,” repeated in sharp staccatos over and over.

  The sounds of sucking filled his studio. Jason pulled away from Cameron’s pink cake, sucked a gust of air through his teeth, then went back for more, his cock throbbing and twitching and ready to fuck as he stared at Jessica’s nipples, pointing straight and aimed at the ceiling. She curled her fingers tighter into Cameron’s hair, then yanked as if pulling reigns could muffle her moans.

  Jason dove harder into Cameron, shoving his tongue into her starving hole as she rattled her ass against his face. He stayed until he could no longer take it. Jessica was breathing too heavy, and the sound of Cameron’s sucking simply too delicious. He pulled away again, saw Cameron’s puckered asshole and for a second thought of filling it, then figured the four hot pockets between them was plenty and started jacking his shaft while Cameron traded fingers for mouth and started thrusting her digits into Jessica, pressing her tits flat to the mattress as Jason slid himself inside her pussy.

  Cameron lost herself to a loud and lingering moan. The sudden sensation must have been sharp, or maybe too much. She pulled herself suddenly from Jessica.

  Jason pounded harder, and Cameron lost herself again. This time to a scream.

  “OHMYGODYES!”

  Like a good girl Cameron tried to keep lapping at Jessica’s juices, but she could barely manage with Jason railing her so hard from behind. His hands were everywhere: at Cameron’s sides, on Jessica’s chest, then back all over Cameron.

  Squelching sounds erupted around them.

  Both girls were moaning so much, Jason could only hear twin sets of OH, FUCKS! moaned over and over and sounding so similar that he had no idea who was saying what. The only thing he could manage himself was a barely there series of, “MMmmm ... ” and, “Feels so good.”

  The series of OH, FUCKS! continued until Cameron cried out, “OH, YES!” as Jessica tugged at her hair, mouth hanging open as she forced Cameron’s face deep enough to muffle her bellows.

  Cameron pulled back, and barely managed, “Oh. My. God. Yes.”

  Jason kept pounding, lifting his body high over Cameron and pushing her hard into the mattress, fucking her in a downward motion as if hammering a nail.

  He fucked her hard until he felt seconds from losing it, then kept the cum in his cock by pulling back. “Okay, I want you guys to change,” he said.

  Jason ordered the girls to switch, waited for Cameron to climb on his back, then, still fully in charge, set his hands on Jessica’s hips and swiveled her ass toward him.

  Cameron parted her legs and made room for Jessica. Her eyes were closed, squeezed tight and aimed at the ceiling. Jason grit his teeth as he slid into Jessica, who was wet as a hose left running. She buried her face in between Cameron’s parted legs and pushed the blonde’s knees higher in the air.

  As Jason pounded, Jessica did what Cameron hadn’t, rocking her ass up and down, swaying in perfect time with Jason’s cock and driving him toward lunacy. He had fucked plenty of models, but had never in his life been fucked like that. Not even by Samantha. The brunette was an absolute maniac.

  Jason slapped Jessica’s ass as she rocked his cock while still managing to gobble Cameron’s nub. He was about to lose it, and no longer cared if he did. Jason wanted to cum everywhere: in them, on them, all over the bed.

  Jessica felt too fucking good. He had no control.

  Jason forced Jessica’s ass down, trying to recapture a moment of control as he pounded her hard from up high. He grabbed her neck, then shoved her face hard into Cameron’s snatch.

  Jessica sucked and slurped and soaked her lips into Cameron, then pulled back, moaned, “Feels so good,” and dove for more.

  Jason growled, “Oh, my God,” holding Jessica hard at her midsection and pounding the holy fuck from her body as she kept slamming her ass back, hard onto his baby maker. Jessica was a goddess of cunt. “Oh, yeah, keep twisting that pussy all over my cock,” he managed to breathe.

  Jason wanted to be gentle but couldn’t. He was nothing but animal, and Jessica only a hole. Her ankles were smashed flat against her ass as he folded her body like an accordion, with half of her stacked atop the other.

  He slapped his left palm against the mattress and fucked her harder.

  Jessica’s hands were all over Cameron’s tits, as the blonde’s head dangled over the edge of the bed, writhing and moaning and building to a crescendo.

  “Just like that,” Jessica whimpered as Jason groaned with no restraint, wondering if he would — or could — ever feel this amazing again. Finding a sliver of control, Jason slowed just enough not to lose it, then distracted himself by yanking Jessica up by the neck and mashing his mouth against her.

  His cock was hard and throbbing and veiny. “Do you like that?” he asked. His clouded mind could find no other words.

  “Oh, yeah,” Jessica sniveled.

  Jason’s studio was sweaty and deafening. The succulent scent of pussy was overwhelming, and he would have sworn the room was holding a full orgy if he wasn’t alternating between only two holes. Cameron was still getting devoured by Jessica’s lips as Jason pulled her up to kiss him through gritted teeth.

  I have to taste her.

  Sweat dripped from his face onto Jessica’s back, whose face was lost in Cameron’s cunt, until she climbed out from under Jason and then onto Cameron, who was a cat, writhing in heat.

  With Cameron on her back, and Jessica on top of her, Jason slipped inside Jessica’s pussy, plunging his package inside her and pushing his hands hard onto her body as she rubbed her hotbox all over Cameron.

  Cameron screamed, “OH, FUCK ME!! JUST.LIKE.THAT.”

  Jessica grew even more aggressive, practically shoving her pussy onto Jason’s dick.

  He growled, “Oh, yeah, just like that,” pounded for a half minute, caught his breath and added, “one more thing,” then repositioned the girls
like the living art that they were. He had Cameron on her back, legs spread wide, and Jessica on top of her, legs locked around the blonde and wrapped beneath her knees. Cameron clutched Jessica’s left tit with her right hand as Jason readied himself to enter the brunette from behind.

  He moaned, “Oh, yeah, just like that,” as he slipped inside her soaking, wet hole.

  The girls rubbed their bodies hard against each other as Cameron fucked Jessica’s tit with her lips. Jessica reached up, wrapped her arm around Jason, pulled him to her, kissed him hard, then let him go and started darting her tongue into Cameron’s mouth.

  Their trinity swelled to a crescendo as the two girls licked each other’s mouths and tits, Jessica swaying her ass with a lunatic’s swivel, smashing it hard against Jason and yanking moans from his mouth. His studio was wall-to-wall sex: lush sounds musky scent, flesh on flesh soaking his senses, pulled hair, open mouths, gritted teeth, ever-mounting pressure.

  Jessica rocked her ass harder and shoved her tongue deeper into Cameron’s mouth.

  “Yeah, keep kissing her,” Jason panted. “Aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah.”

  Jessica, looked back at Jason and purred, “Does that feel good?”

  He moaned, “Oh, yeah, it feels so fucking good.”

  Cameron was a puddle of whimpers, pleading, “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” though it wasn’t clear who she was pleading to. Jason figured it had to be both of them. Cameron’s soft cries made him want to pull his pecker from the brunette and plow the blonde again.

  Everyone was screaming: hard, shrill cries leaping from Jessica’s lips, muffling the soft, whimpering sighs from Cameron. White flesh was turned pink, and Jason was little more than low, rolling growls.

  He couldn’t believe he still hadn’t cum, and knew he was seconds from spraying, but before Jason blasted his batter, he had to satisfy his craving to slam Cameron one final time.

  Jason plunged inside the blonde, sending her legs flying back into the air as he pressed hard on Jessica’s knees. She slithered out from beneath, then crawled up to Cameron’s side, plied the blonde’s lips open with her mouth, and started tongue fucking her as Cameron screamed: “OHMYGOD YES, RIGHT THERE! FUCK ME OH MY GOD FUCK ME FUCK ME OH MY GOD YES!!”

  “Oh, baby,” Jason snarled, holding Cameron’s legs high.

  “OHMYGODYES!!!” she continued to cry.

  Cameron’s moans were deafening, soaking Jason’s senses and making him wonder if he’d hear them in his head forever. He was ready to blow — head swimming and body tingling, flesh sizzling like a steak on a grill as every inch of him readied to burst. He grunted, then pulled out as both girls lined up for their dessert, tongues out as he erupted, slapping them both with white-hot lava, coating them with shot after shot of his spunk. Jason moaned, still milking his shaft and the girls greedily lapped at every drop. Jessica was apparently craven enough to crave more, and went back to town on his Jason’s throbbing shaft. Lightly moaning he managed to say, “Sweetie, hand me the camera.”

  He took the camera from Cameron, then said, “Hold that position, girls,” snapping several pictures while smiling. “Perfect.”

  The girls rubbed their bodies against each other, soaking in their shared afterglow. Jessica said, “We are getting paid, right?”

  “Yeah, about that,” Jason laughed, still playful. “Here’s $20. You girls can split it.”

  “$20 an hour! Awesome.” The girls laughed, getting Jason’s joke and high-fiving to prove it, turning him on all over again.

  Fuck Samantha.

  Jason had two new favorite models, and he was going to make them stars.

  the end

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  Spur of the Moment

  You’re preparing lunch in the kitchen, beautiful as always in your tiny shorts and slinky tank. I can feel you waiting for me so I slip behind you, brushing my lips against your neck as you scoop bright green avocado from its shell.

  You kiss me back, loving me with your eyes as I taste avocado at the tip of my tongue, touching it to yours.

  You smile, licking green from my thumb, then a speck from my lips.

  You return to your slicing, still licking your fingers and letting me lick yours before tasting my mouth. Finally, you lay the knife on the table and turn your full attention to me, pressing your body to mine as I push my fingers hard between your legs.

  You giggle, then turn your back to me, gently pushing your ass into my hardening middle.

  I unbutton your shorts, then slide the denim down to your ankles.

  My cock twitches as I see you’re wearing nothing underneath — except for a single neat line running from pussy to pelvis, thin and inviting, begging for my fingers, my mouth, my dick — all the attention I can possibly give it.

  I hook my fingers under your tank and lift, so I can lightly paw your breasts before slipping my hands under your ass and scooping you up to the periwinkle-and-white-tiled countertop.

  You smile like you want me, then plant your lips to mine and wrap your naked legs around me.

  I brush my fingers against your skin, already sweating and starving to have you.

  You lift your arms, inviting me to peel the top from your body. I drop it to the floor, then, fully naked, you lean toward the counter top, nudging your left nipple up into my hungry mouth. I brush it with a kiss, then sink between your parted legs and bury my face in your pussy.

  You look down, eager to have me as you push my head deeper into your already aroused and sticky middle.

  You throw your head back, already moaning as your skin beads with an early sheen of sweat. You stare down at me, still smiling, and now moaning louder as I lap at your middle, darting my tongue deep into your folds, flicking faster and making you wetter — sucking your clit tightly between my lips and lightly tugging.

  “OH, OH, OH, OH, OH, OH,” you repeatedly moan while patting the back of my head.

  I stand to kiss you, and our tongues start to dance with their usual tango.

  It isn’t enough, so I splay a pair of fingers from my spreading palm, then slip them into your preheated oven. You gasp, then whimper, and follow with a moan. I lightly grunt, then thrust my digits inside you, faster and faster, pretending they’re my cock as your hand alternates between brushing my dick beneath my painter’s pants and circling my wrist to push my fingers deeper.

  With your left hand holding you steady on the counter, your right wraps around my neck, slithering around to draw me toward you. One foot dangles from the counter while the other is planted flat on the top, making it easier for me to push my face into yours.

  “Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh,” you continue to moan.

  Your mouth is open, parted in want and craving, exclamatory moans falling out from inside, one after the other as our tongues continue their dance.

  “Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh.”

  I stop moving my fingers in and out so I can palm your pussy instead, only for a minute before I return to pawing your body.

  You grind your cunt against my middle, then smile like a siren, silently begging for more. You hop from the counter.

  “Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh.”

  My smile matches yours as you move the knife from the counter. I move the flowers, and we meet in a kiss.

  You fall backwards onto the table, kissing me as you unbuckle my belt and tug at my pants. You leave me to finish undressing myself, then set your mouth back to mine, sucking on my bottom lip as if drawing nectar from fruit.

  With my pants in a puddle you start slowly stroking my cock, back and forth and up and down until you scoot back on the counter and raise your right leg up onto my left shoulder.

  I gently grab your thigh with my left hand, position my cock against your hungry hole with my
right, and hold myself at the base, teasing you with my tip, inserting only a nudge at a time, in and out, then in and out as you whimper, telling me with your moans and eyes and all of your body that you want everything I can give you.

  Still holding your left thigh, with your leg hoisted high on my shoulder, you plant your left heel behind my leg.

  I grab you by the ankle so I can fuck you faster.

  The table rocks beneath us, lightly scraping the floor as your moans increase in both volume and intensity. I fondle your tits as you watch me fuck you, before tilting your head to stare in my eyes.

  I lean in to kiss you. Your mouth meets mine, and the bend of your body plunges my cock deeper to the hilt.

  You whimper and squeal and chew on my lip.

  The smacking sound of our kisses turns me on, as does the neat line of hair above your clit, and staring at my cock as it slams inside your juicy hole.

  Your head falls back, your chin points to the ceiling, and your hair brushes the table. Your right hand falls to your clit, where you meet the rhythm of my thrusts, making tiny circles with your three middle fingers.

  Your moans seem to beg for my mouth so I surrender it to you, pushing my body harder against yours, driving into you so deep that withholding screams is impossible.

  The screams fall from your mouth, but you keep them tiny.

  I lightly grunt as you pant, wanting more of you, but fighting the urge to fuck you harder and faster, preferring to elongate the moment for both of us.

  When your moaning turns to screams, no longer tiny and punctuated by a series of hissing yeses, and your pussy clenches my cock as if ready to milk it, you smile at me, the widest of the morning so far, then pull your pussy away from my dick, scramble to your knees, then attack my face with your lips before moving like an animal on all fours and taking the all of my cock into the warm of your mouth.

  “Mmmmm ... ” you moan as you slurp on my tip. I close my eyes and imagine you, just as you are but with stars and sky and forever around us. In my mind I see you from behind, your ass high in the air, showing me both of your beautiful holes.