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(Note: I am not the author, only the archivist.  The author's name is
on the text, and deserves all the credit.

The following story deals with explicit sex.  If you're not old enough
to be here, you're not old enough to read it.  Scram.)

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LOUVRE LOVE by Sue

Across the wide marble floor of the art museum, I think I see your
face again.  It's too much of a coincidence!  I saw you earlier, I'm
sure, at the fountain in the park.  I was watching the cute little
stone cherubs peeing into the water, while you were staring up at the
muscular nude goddess towering above the main geysers.  And I'm pretty
sure that was you last night standing on the bridge over the Seine,
gazing dreamily into the churning water.  Now, here at the museum, our
paths intersect again.  

I decide to follow you for a while.  First you are drawn to a huge
painting that depicts maybe a dozen nude men and women cavorting in a
Springtime glen.  Next you stop in front of a realistic sculpture of a
nude man and woman in a deep embrace.  Their polished granite surfaces
remind me of the sheen of sweat that would be covering my skin if I
was in such an embrace.  My curiosity about you started as an interest
in the coincidences.  but now I am feeling the very first tendrils of
desires snaking up through my muscles.  These desires seem out of
place here in this public place.

Finally, there you are in front of a gigantic abstract painting that
is filled with massive swirls of intense colors.  I'm not sure if this
is what the artist had in mind, but the power of the painting is, for
me, absolutely sensual and even erotic.  The crimson reds and flesh
colors evoke images in my minds eye of all sorts of body parts: open
vulva......rounded buttocks.........erect penises...........rubbery
nipples...........wet lips and tongues.
 
It was obvious to me what was on my mind, and as I pulled my eyes away
from the magnetic image, I turned to look over to see if you had moved
on.  No, you are still staring up at the gigantic tableau.  I can't
help but to let my eyes travel down your body.  You too have sex
permeating your experience of this painting, for the front of your
khaki trousers is tautly stretched over an upthrusting erection.  In
staring at the result of your interest in the painting, I almost think
I can see your cock pulsing slowly inside your thin pants.

I've never been a particularly brave or upfront person with strangers.
But here I am alone in Paris.  Nobody knows me or will scold me for
being brazen.  So I take a deep breath and move quietly towards you.
Paying no mind to the dozens of art lovers wandering around the
gallery behind us, I sidle up silently beside you and turn my face up
toward yours.  I say in a husky whisper "the painting is having the
same effect on you that it is on me".  And with that, I let my head
turn slowly downward and give an obvious stare at your tented crotch.
I can't believe that I am doing this, but what the Hell!!

When I look back up, you have turned towards me and we stare into each
other's eyes for what seems like hours.  Part of me wants to run away
as fast as I can, but instead, I take your hand in mine.  I know my
palm is moist, but yours feels even hotter.  I start to lead you
across the floor, but you seem bewildered.  When you start to ask a
question, I reach over and put my finger over your lips to silence
you, and then I press the tip of my finger between your lips, against
your teeth.  After a moment of resistance, your teeth open, and I
slide my finger in over your tongue and worm it around slowly.  The
surprise in your eyes melts away, and I can see that you are willing
to trust me about this.  You know that I have your pleasure in mind,
as well as mine.   

I take your hand again and continue to lead you, till we stand in
front of the elevator.  Getting in, I press the lowest button, which
takes us down to a dark vaulted hallway.  It seems like we have gone
back in time to the Middle Ages.  But I know my way around, having
been an art student in Paris many years ago.  In the dark, we shuffle
down the hallway, and I open a door into a huge storeroom, lit by bare
bulbs way above us in the echo-filled arches overhead.  It's so eerie
and mysterious, and I tingle with excitement.  Just as we pass through
the door into this room, I circle behind you and reach around to cup
your crotch, quickly confirming that you have not lost your erection.
A quick squeeze, and then I push you forward from behind, 'til we
stand in an area surrounded by erotic paintings and sculpture.  This
is where the museum stores away the masterpieces that are considered
too libidinous to show to the public.  The museum staff keeps them on
display for their own research (we know why they really keep up the
display, don't we?).  
  
You stand in awe, body rigid with curiosity and shock , and I don't
feel any more inhibitions about what I'm doing.  I drop suddenly to my
knees (the cold hard concrete is such a contrast to the feelings
coursing through my veins) and pull open the button at the top of your
fly, then rapidly yank down the zipper.  And without wasting a moment,
I hook my fingers into the waistband of your tight designer jockey
shorts and pull down your pants and shorts all at once.  Your cock
thrusts up into the air, arching up toward the faraway ceiling.  I
tell you to step out of your loafers and pants, and then I blow a
stream of air onto your cockhead, which is fat with your hot blood
engorging it.  I tickle your balls and you spread your legs.  You
almost seem to be in a trance as I purse my lips over the tip of your
cock and gently milk your balls.  When I take one hand and press the
tips of my fingers up behind your balls and press upwards and forwards
right in front of your asshole, I push a dollop of precome up through
your rigid cock, and it drools out onto my lips.  The taste is so
salty and enticing.  When I draw my head away, a thin string of your
come stretches between my mouth and your throbbing cock.  It's clear
and glistening, like a glass- blowers string of hot drawn glass.
Suddenly, I thrust my head forward and suck your cock in as far as I
can stand and give you a series of short, hard sucks that make your
knees shake.  Then I pull away.  

You look down at me in seeming disappointment; but I smile broadly,
lips still wet with your come.  And then I lead you over to a large
stone sculpture depicting two figures that are maybe twice life size.
The man is sitting on a smooth stone, and the voluptuous woman is
seated on his lap, her back against his muscular chest.  She is
impaled on his cock.  Actually , all we can see are his balls, but it
takes little imagination to picture his penis far up inside her belly.
Her face is turned upward and she is obviously is in the throes of
ecstasy.

I pull your turtleneck up and over your head, and then tell you to
climb up onto the sculpture and seat yourself on the woman's lap.  The
marble must feel icy cold on your sweaty ass, for I see you squirm and
your cock bobs around.  As you finally settle into a comfortable
position, I tease you with a striptease that is not in the least
subtle.  I feel so absolutely brazen and wild, but not a bit guilty
about it.  And I love the feeling of being so much in control.  Not
once have I given you any choice about what is happening.  Not that I
think you are complaining.  Far from it.

Naked now, I caress my breasts and push them up toward my face.  I can
just barely stretch out my tongue to flick at the tips of my nipples,
and they are stimulated into blunt points like large pencil erasers.
Then I drop my right hand down onto my thin cunt hair, and squat down.
My knees spread wide, and I watch you watching me, as I make long
strokes up and down between the lips of my cunt.  My right hand
continues to milk at my breast, pinching hard on my nipples.  My head
swings back and forth splashing my long blond hair around my
shoulders.  Behind me, I know that there is another sculpture of a
nude life size male, standing straight up and with an obvious
erection.  He is uncircumcised, and the ridges of his skin are
polished yet textured.  He is made of glistening bronze.  Without
looking back, I shuffle my feet, gradually propelling myself backward
until I feel the cold hard metal phallus on my rear.  I lean forward
and grasp my knees, then ever so slowly let my weight shift backwards,
and the bronze cock of this ancient god gradually spreads my labia and
then penetrates up into my vagina.  Again, the extreme contrast of hot
and cold.  It sends shivers up my spine, and one hand reaches down to
stoke my clitoris.  I can feel all of the hard folds of skin and the
raised veins on this god's magnificent cock.  

 When I look up at you, your fist is around your hard cock, and you
are jacking yourself off.  Sternly, I command you to stop doing that,
that you must save all of that for me.  Although you seem surprised by
my determination, you nevertheless follow orders, and you place your
hands on the outside of your thighs, gripping the stone thighs of the
woman you are seated upon.  Your cock glistens from the precome that
you have drawn out and onto your cock.  I make a few slow thrusts back
and forth on the god-cock and it feels so good.  The metal is warming
and is so slick with my watery juices. The smell of my sex is all
around me.  Then I pull off of the cock, and lean over to it and lap
up some of the wet coating.

Now I come over to you, and climb up the sculpture.  Facing away
toward the silent god that I have just finished fucking, I straddle
your legs and drop down all at once onto your cock.  It seems to be
just as hard as the god-cock, but it certainly is not as cold.  I'm
still wide open from being fucked by the god (no -- I guess that I
fucked him, didn't I?), so your long cock goes all the way in without
any real resistance.  There is no stopping me now, as I've got my
second wind.  Your hands grasp my hips firmly, and we work together to
lift and drop me, up and down, in and out.  My breasts are swinging
around wildly.  My hands are on your knees for balance, and I look
down to see your beautiful wet cock revealing itself and then hiding
away, again and again.  My swollen cunt lips wrap themselves around
it, trying to pull you back in each time you pull out.  Below are your
hairy balls, covered with my dripping juices.  And below your balls
are the stone balls of the man underneath all of this frenzied action.
Another contrast: the absolute stillness of the sculpture, and the
abandonment of our coupling above.

 Since your grip on my waist is obviously firm, I reach down with one
hand and start fondling your balls, and with the other I go back to
rubbing and pinching my nipples.  Your balls are wonderfully
sensitive, I discover, because after only a few seconds of my
treatment, you are already orgasming.  As you start bucking around in
ecstasy, I need to reach above me to hold onto the head of the woman
above us.  I pull myself upward and hold my position as you thrust
upward several more times, and then fall backwards, your cock slipping
out.

You look dazed, but I still haven't gotten to have my orgasm.  I'm
certainly not going to leave that situation remedied, so I pull you up
and take up a new position on the sculpture.  I lean my torso forward
onto the woman's thigh, and my head rests just in front of the
commingled crotch, my lips almost within reach of the stone man's
balls.  My rear is positioned just over the woman's knee, and I tell
you to let your mouth pleasure me.  You stand on the floor, and your
head is right at the level of my cunt.  As you stare at my swollen
cunt and imbibe the strong aroma of our juices, I squeeze my cunt
muscles a couple of times, and I can feel your pearly semen slipping
out and down onto the stone.  But I don't want to wait, and I insist
that you get to work.  

Your first few licks are hesitant, and I realize you aren't as used to
tasting a man's come as I am.  But it doesn't take you too long to get
into the swing 

of it, and pretty soon you are lapping in long swipes that start on my
clitoris and end up all the way up to my coccyx.  It's a dreamy
feeling, but eventually I ask you to concentrate on my clitoris.
Which you do eagerly.  Our combined juices are still dripping down
onto your tongue and then I feel two of your fingers push into me.  I
can hear the squishing sounds as your fingers probes around, and I
describe to you where my G spot is.  After a few attempts, you find it
and I encourage you to rub it firmly with a circular motion.  I reach
behind me and pull my ass cheeks apart so that you can have total free
access.  Your thumb lightly caresses my asshole.  My clitoris, my
cunt, and my asshole are all being stimulated at once, and I add to
this by massaging my breasts into the stone woman's thigh.  I stare
ahead into the joining of the woman's cunt with the man's balls.  As I
stretch my tongue out to lick at the cold juncture between the two of
them, you nibble down hard on my clitoris and suck my labia up into
your mouth.  That's perfect, and I immediately go over the edge and
into an incredible orgasm.  I'm coming and coming.  I squeeze down
hard on my ass cheeks with my hands.  Wave after wave washes over me,
and your fingers vibrates over my G spot.  I gulp in air between the
electric pulses of each pounding wave, and my cunt clenches down on
your fingers.  I feel my asshole palpitating around the tip of your
thumb.  My orgasm lasts for so long,.........  until finally it
subsides, and I take a moment to get my wits about me.  Then I push
your face and hands away and give you a deep kiss, sliding my tongue
deep into your mouth.  Then, I quickly hop down off the sculpture, and
while you stand there in shock, I put on my clothes and walk away,
through the door.  Just before I step into the elevator, I shout back
to you that I'll be in Geneva all next week and I'm guessing that
we'll meet there.  It will be your turn to be in control.





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