Page 74 of Double or Nothing

All I can do is grunt, because it is fucking amazing. Amazing how I can feel the tightness of his throat around my dick. Amazing how he can so easily lick at my balls.

“Fuck, Jack… fucking take it, will you?” How the fuck I manage to keep still is beyond me.

And then he takes it. Oh fuck, how he takes it. His throat has no limit, and no gag reflex as he pulls all the way back, swirls his tongue over my raging cock then plunges all the way down again.

I rest back on my elbows and can’t help bucking a little and Jack is the one to still this time as I fuck his throat.

“Jesus Christ,” Alice says, her cunt a squelching mess – she’s up on her spread knees, fingering herself so furiously, I’m gonna come any second now.

But Jack pulls away.

My balls are tight and ready to blow, and I curse under my breath, but he simply kisses them with another mwah before calling it quits.

“Your go, Soul Girl,” he says, then beckons me along with him on all fours. “Come on, BT. Let’s give our artistic princess some girl time.”

I don’t need telling twice, and it’s me who goes first. Alice falls onto her back and spreads her legs and I’m on top of her in an instant, hoisting her legs up and slamming straight into her sopping wet cunt.

“Fun!” I say as I fuck into her.

She’s panting and gasping and so am I as she gets shunted over the canvases with every thrust.

“Best fun ever,” Jack says as with one final slam my balls unload, and fuck it feels incredible to see sweet Alice like this, all sweaty and paint-smeared and crying out for more, more, more…

And we give her more.

We suck and lick and take turns from all angles, slamming and manoeuvring her around the canvases until she’s a kinky slut going insane.

Our earlier coat of paint is long dry by the time Jack pushes his way into her tight little ass. I watch her straining to take him, biting her lip as she fights the burn, and it’s so captivating I could watch for decades.

Only I have other ideas.

Crazy ideas that burst from nowhere.

As he slams to the balls and Alice’s cry echoes around the room, I pick up a couple of paint tubes from the floor. I don’t check what colour they are, because it doesn’t matter. I have no concept of the colour wheel when I start squeezing random globs of paint all around us. Canvas or skin, it makes no odds.

I take hold of Alice’s hair, smeared with deep ocean blue, and take her sweet mouth as Jack works his horny magic on her ass, and the game starts over.

No holes are barred. No barriers are up.

Alice writhes against the splotchy canvases as she comes. Jack laughs as Alice and I work his cock between us, and shoots his load across all three of our masterpieces, jets of cum mixing with the paint.

Paint, sweat, cum. The dribbles of Alice’s wet pussy. The canvases beneath us take it all.

So much for my earlier efforts. They mean nothing compared to the messy, smeared, orchestral chaos of the trio of pieces we leave behind.

“I wasn’t joking about finger painting after all, was I?” Jack says as he gets to his feet in the aftermath.

I’m beaming as I take his hand and stand up alongside him. The jester who drives me wild.

“You may have had a point, actually. Just glad it was us you were finger painting and not a giraffe. Much more interesting.”

“Interesting? Horny as fuck, you mean.” We share a look between us, his eyes warm despite his devil boy smirk. “You going to actually pour that prosecco now, sweet thing? I do always like a butler in the buff. I’m sure Soul Girl will appreciate it, too.”

Only Alice isn’t with us in the conversation.

One glance in her direction gives me tingles like static, all the way up my spine.

The painted vision is still on her knees as she fishes out a paintbrush from the carnage, then picks out tubes from the scattered mess.