Exhibits
Miles and Emily
Miles couldn’t help but be in awe of the museum. The Metropolitan Museum of Art had been on the bucket list for this New York trip and it didn’t disappoint. The grand doors on Fifth Avenue, the huge domed entranceway, seeing art he had only read about up close and in person!
“It’s perfect, isn’t it?” Emily said from beside him. He looked down at her and saw that she was looking up at him and reading the slack jawed expression on his face.
Emily was fully half a foot shorter than him, her braided red hair only coming up to his chin. But he liked them small, and he liked Emily best of all.
“This was such a great choice hun,” he replied. “Thank you for thinking outside the box and picking New York for our honeymoon.”
He kissed her forehead and she leaned into him as he wrapped his arm around her.
“First time at The Met?” a voice asked from behind them.
Miles turned to see a man in a museum attendant’s uniform. He was middle aged, but Miles couldn’t tell if he was 40 or 60. He seemed neat and unobtrusive. Miles found it hard to keep a picture of him in his head if he looked away, that’s how mundane he was.
“Yes, it’s so wonderful,” Emily bubbled. “It’s everything we hoped it would be and we haven’t even seen half of it.”
“But we’re coming back tomorrow,” Miles continued. “Because we want to see everything the museum has to show!”
“Well,” the man said conspiratorially, “there is one exhibit that isn’t open yet to the public, and I really shouldn’t let you in to see it, but you folks seem so nice and I do want to make sure you see everything.”
Miles looked down at Emily and saw her absolutely glowing. She looked up at him with a childish glee of “Can we? Can we? Can we?” written all over her face.
“The restaurant reservation is still two hours away, sure, let’s go,” he said.
“Come with me then,” the man said.
“Well thank you, er, sorry I didn’t catch your name there …” Miles started, realizing the man didn’t even have a name tag.
“Ethan,” their guide said. “I’m actually a bit of a curator of sorts, heh, I just moonlight as an attendant to meet fine folks like yourselves.”
“Wow, that’s so cool,” Emily said from her position leaning on Miles as they walked. “It’s like you have a secret identity or are a spy or something.”
“Yes, quite,” Ethan seemed amused by that.
He led them on a winding path through many exhibits, opening hidden doors in walls to get them crossed through the building faster than they would have ever been able to themselves.
“Getting a little turned around here Ethan, ha, no way we’d ever find this exhibit ourselves.”
“No I don’t think you would.”
They rounded another corner in a back hallway (the crowds were completely gone now, they hadn’t seen anyone for three doorways) and finally came to Ethan’s hidden exhibit.
There were rows and rows of glistening, freshly lubed eight-inch silicone dildos embedded in dozens of four-foot wide waist-height platforms around the room.
The walls were covered by hundreds of examples of the most obscene art possible in every medium imaginable. To their right, a mural in oil paint covered an entire wall depicting bodies piled in a writhing mass, flesh pressing together and orifices spread wide.
Dozens of other works surrounded them in every direction, but what caught Miles’s attention was the fountain in the centre of the room. It looked normal enough except the cherub at the top was mechanical, its hand jerking an obscenely huge metal cock as liquid oozed out the end. And it did ooze. The white substance was very obviously cum. Real human cum. Miles could tell from the smell.
“The mechanism to recirculate all that cum must be really something!” he exclaimed.
“Oh honey, you’re always getting side tracked by nifty home engineering. We’re here for the art!” Emily said as she broke off from him to look at another piece, a marble statue of a woman bent over a block, holes spread by carved metal hooks, a massive sculpted cock halfway inside each of them.
“It really is something to look at, isn’t it?” said a male voice from the back of the room. Miles looked over and saw that there was another couple in the room as well, also taking in the exhibit.
Miles wandered over to them to say hello.
The man was about 40, sandy haired with a full beard. The woman beside him was slightly younger with long dark hair. Both were naked and fully impaled on two of the dildos, their legs spread wide, slowly rocking their hips. The man’s cock jutted out painfully erect, a constant dribble of pre-cum escaping at the tip. The woman was so sopping wet there was a puddle at her feet.
“Hello there,” Miles said cordially. “I’m Miles and that over there is my wife Emily. Did Ethan let you in to see the exhibit early as well?”
“Oh yes, he was so nice to do so,” the woman said as she rocked on the dildo. “I’m Samantha, by the way. This is my husband David.”
“Ugggghaa,” David exclaimed as he came without touching his dick, wads of cum shooting in an arc onto the floor. The carpet there was practically ruined, it was clearly not his first orgasm of the day.
“Just a second,” Samantha said, as she leaned over and used her mouth to clean up the cum dripping from his still hard cock.
“Hey babe!” Miles called out to Emily, who was looking at a life-sized photograph of a woman in a piledriver position, her cunt and asshole gaping open, with cum and piss dripping off of every surface on her body. “Come meet this nice couple!”
Emily weaved her way over past a bronze sculpture of a woman deepthroating a huge cock, the metal representing her throat bulging obscenely.
As Emily moved up beside Miles, Samantha pulled her mouth off of David’s cock, cum dripping down her chin. She quickly wiped it away and offered up her hand to Emily.
“Samantha,” she said, her hand out smeared with cum and saliva.
“Emily,” Emily replied, grasping the fluid covered hand and shaking. “I didn’t know any of these exhibits were interactive!”
“Oh yes,” David said. “Ethan encouraged us to touch and use them as seemed appropriate. He says that when the exhibit is open, every one of these pedestals will be full!”
“That’s so cool,” Emily replied as she licked the cum and spit from her soiled hand. “I didn’t know The Met did interactive exhibits like that!”
“It’s quite a new thing dear,” Ethan said as he came up behind them, his face right over their shoulders. “We’re … testing out some new styles of art here at The Met. Things people haven’t experienced before.”
“I’m so glad you let us in for this sneak peek!” Miles exclaimed.
“Yes, yes, please enjoy it,” Ethan said as he turned around and walked toward the door. “I’m going out into the museum to see if I can find some other happy couples to sneak in here. Please interact with the exhibits while I’m gone! If you do something especially interesting—make some real art—the cameras will capture it and, with your consent of course, it will be played as part of the exhibit.”
“I can’t imagine why we wouldn’t consent if you thought we did something interesting enough to be considered art,” Miles replied.
There was a twinkle in Ethan’s eye as he gave them both a good look before leaving “Of course not friends, of course not. This is a grand opportunity to add some meaningful art to the world. Don’t waste it!”
With Ethan gone, Miles and Emily turned to look back at the interactive exhibits. The silicone dildos were shaped like very realistic cocks, and the bright museum lights reflected strongly on the glistening lube liberally slathered across all of them.
“If we want to get our version of the exhibit highlighted, we’ll have to do something really different from David and Samantha,” Emily whispered. “We can’t just copy them.”
Miles thought for a moment.
“I’ve got it babe,” he said. “Start going at this one with your mouth and I’ll handle the rest. But you’ve got to trust me that this will be art worthy.”
“Of course I trust you babe!” She replied as she bent over and wrapped her mouth around the bulbous head of the dildo. She seemed to hesitate a moment as she oriented herself in the room, but then he realized she was just positioning herself so that David and Samantha (and the camera) could get a good view.
Miles watched her for a second. At home she never sucked his cock. She’d never sucked any cocks as far as he knew, or really done anything before they had met in high school. He hadn’t even asked her for a blowjob, they’d only fooled around a little bit before they got married, and as far as he knew she hadn’t been with anyone before him. He felt a strange sense of pride welling up inside: his wife, his perfect wife, was going to debase herself for art. For him. God he loved her.
Looking down, the view was obscene. Her mouth was bloated with as much of the fake cock as she fit and slobber was beginning to spill down the shaft. In order to get her mouth lips to the level the dildo was at she had bend down far enough that her ass was presenting directly to him, hidden only by the tight summer shorts she was wearing to beat the New York heat.
As Miles drank in the scene, the sounds of her gurgling made him aware of exactly how hard he had gotten.
“Okay baby, this might be tough, but it’s for art!”
With his right hand Miles ripped down her shorts and panties and jammed two fingers directly into her surprisingly wet pussy. She rarely got that wet at home. With his left hand he palmed the back of her head and pressed down. Hard.
“Oh fuck yeah!” he heard Samantha say. “This is the good shit!”
“Gurrp! Gurrlglh!” Saliva spewed from around the silicone intruder where it met her mouth and mucus squirted out of her nose.
“That’s it babe,” Miles said as he gripped the back of her head, pulling back just a bit before jamming down again. “Agony is the price of creation.”
She couldn’t have been having too bad of a time. Miles felt her cunt clench around his fingers as her legs shuddered. He decided to stick two more fingers in.
Removing his hand from the back of her head, he undid his fly and yanked down his pants, finally freeing his cock. He was going to need that soon.
With his hand off of her head, Emily pulled back from the dildo and gasped. Her face was absolutely ruined, mascara dripping, slobber and other fluids dripping down onto her t-shirt.
“Babe, that was … ” Just then, he pushed deeper until his knuckles and thumb disappeared into her cunt, fisting her. For a moment she didn’t even seem to understand what was happening, then the sensation caught up with her. “Ahhh! Holy fuck I’m cumming! I’m cumming!”
At that moment, Miles jammed his hand back on her head and rammed her all the way down on the dildo. There was a “gurp” sound as her throat bulged. But she didn’t stop cumming. Her legs shook again as she began spraying liquid across the carpeted floor, the acrid and warm smell telling him that it wasn’t just her squirting.
After about 30 seconds she stopped shaking and he pulled her head off of the dildo. It came out of her mouth with a pop.
“Was, wasit, what wasis …” Emily slurred, her eyes half lidded. Miles leaned down and kissed her hard on the lips, tasting the saliva and mucus, and just a hint of the peppermint lip balm she loved so much. He decided to give her a little break as she gasped for air.
“Hghnna, ba, babe, did we make art?” Emily rasped as the sound of Samantha and David’s clapping echoed through the room.
“Not yet, hun. We will after this. Open,” Miles instructed, and Emily opened her mouth after taking two more deep breaths. Miles jammed her head down onto the fake cock, ramming right down her throat again.
“Okay babe, press your hands down on each side of the dildo. You’re going to have to take your own weight.”
She just gurgled in response, but he saw that she firmly put her hands on each side of the dildo, ready to do a handstand. Miles kicked off his shoes and the pants from around his ankles and stepped up onto the pillar, lifting her up by the cunt as he did so. Her legs flailed a bit, but she remained balanced with the dildo embedded in her throat. Now to get relief she didn’t need to fight against him, just press up against her own weight.
Miles looked down at her cunt wrapped around his fist. It was wrecked and sloppy, and her clit stood out like a little one-inch cock. It had never done that before. He twisted his fist and shuffled around on the pillar so he was behind her. With the twist he felt another shudder go through her as she came again, just a minor one this time.
“Guuugffdlgl!” She screamed below him.
He glanced across the room and saw that there was a mirrored wall by the door reflecting the entire scene. It almost looked like it had been set up for the citizen artists to see what they were making. Miles saw the tableau they were presenting. Emily doing a handstand, her mouth impaled on the dildo, slobber pooling around the base and soaking into her red hair, her t-shirt bunched by her neck, the bra beneath exposed, bare stomach, fiery bush, and his fist up to his wrist in her cunt, his long hard cock resting next to it, and her bare legs wobbling by his head with Chuck Taylors still on her feet.
“Gotta do one last thing to finish off the art babe,” Miles whispered down at her as he used his left hand to smear her juices and his own precum all along his rigid shaft. “This is going to make the piece.”
When his cock was glistening, he lined it up with the pucker of her asshole. They’d never done this at home, of course, but this was for art. Ethan was letting them be a part of the art world and Miles wasn’t going to let him down. He thrust into her with all of his strength.
Right away he could feel the intense grip on his cock and his own fist through the thin membrane wall.
“UGHIGLGHHHH!” Emily burbled from below. It almost felt like she was having a seizure. He slowly began fucking her in earnest.
Miles began a rhythm without thinking.
He pulled his hips and fist back, lifting Emily slightly with him. For a moment her weight was pulled off of her hands, and the dildo slid halfway out of her mouth with a wet slurping sound. The sudden relief made her gasp … before he pounded back down forcing the whole thing back into her tonsils with a muffled gurk.
“Yeah,” Miles muttered, mostly to himself. “That’s the stuff.”
Up. Her throat clearing with a gasp of air.
Down. Her throat stuffed again, the base of the dildo pressing against her lips as he fucked her cunt and shitbox.
Each time he lifted her his cock slid almost out of her asshole, her tight sphincter gripping his glans and keeping him inside. Each time he pressed down again, he plugged her to the hilt, her body taking it all with a violent, wet sound.
Behind them he heard Samantha laugh breathlessly.
“Jesus Christ, look at her go.”
Her mascara had completely run now, black streaks down her cheeks. The rhythm started breaking down. Instead of lifting her all the way he began rocking her halfway up, then suddenly all the way down again. Emily’s hands trembled on the pedestal. Her throat bulged obscenely around the shaft and her entire body shuddered violently around his fist and cock.
“Fuck,” Miles breathed.
The combination of movements made her cunt clench hard around his wrist, squeezing his hand so tightly he could feel every pulse. Her legs kicked helplessly behind her as another wave ran through her.
“Ghhh~gggl~!”
“Yeah, babe,” he murmured. “Just like that.”
The rhythm wasn’t so regular now.
What began as a deliberate need for artistic control over the scene had dissolved into something more base. Hips slammed forward harder each time, the tight grip of Emily’s body around both his fist and cock dragging broken sounds out of his throat.
Emily’s arms were shaking badly now.
Every time he lifted her slightly she sagged for a moment before forcing herself upright again, hands planted on the pedestal while the dildo slid in and out of her mouth with wet, choking sounds. Strings of spit hung from the shaft, stretching and snapping each time she was lifted.
“Fuuuck,” Miles panted.
The pressure was building too fast.
He gave one more hard thrust, burying himself deep while pressing her down onto the dildo at the same time. Her body convulsed around him again, another violent tremor running through her legs.
That did it.
Miles groaned and pulled his hips back quickly, his cock sliding out of her ass with a slick sound.
For half a second he just stood there, chest heaving.
Then he came.
He leaned forward and aimed his cock down. The first hot burst of cum shot forward, splattering across the front of Emily’s t-shirt. The next spurt came softer dribbling and striking her exposed bra and stomach. Then the third sprayed further down, splashing her upsidedown chin.
For a moment the room was filled only with the sound of his breathing and the faint, wet gurgle coming from Emily as she hung there trembling, still impaled on the dildo, her face and chest slowly being painted with the mess he had left behind.
He yanked his fist out of her pussy, and she flopped forward almost in a rolling tumble as the rough dislodgement caused her to have another mild orgasm. As her feet hit the floor her mouth popped off the dildo and she collapsed back into the puddle of her own squirt from two orgasms earlier.
Miles wiped the back of his hand across his forehead and finally looked up.
Across the room, Samantha was gripping the pedestal with both hands, her head thrown back as David thrust into her from behind. The pace was frantic now. A moment later David stiffened, groaning loudly as he came again, his hips jerking while Samantha shuddered beneath him.
Miles barely ed it.
Because beyond them, near the entrance, Ethan had returned.
He stood with his hands loosely clasped behind his back, watching the scene with quiet satisfaction—as though observing a finished sculpture.
Beside him stood a new couple.
Both women.
One was tall and broad-shouldered, with short hair and a slightly butch look about her. The other was shorter and softer, her dress stretched around a very pregnant belly. The tall woman’s hand rested protectively against the curve of it as they both stared into the room with mild interest.
Ethan noticed Miles looking. Miles got the sense that he had actually been watching for a while.
He smiled.
“Now,” Ethan said with a smile. “That’s what I call art!”