Message-ID: <3890eli$9709081117@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/3890.txt> From: Bookman Archives <readebks@wolfenet.COM> Subject: Art Museum 2 mf Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <34131EED.39D6@wolfenet.com> (Note: I am not the author, only the archivist. The following story contains scenes of explicit sex. If you're not old enough to be here, you're not old enough to read it. Scram. The author's name has become detached from this story. If you are the author, please email me. I like to see writers get credit for their work.) ==================================================== ====================== Subject: The Art Museum... They stood side by side, his arm still trapped in her folded elbows, as she slowly relaxed from the orgasm which the touch of his delicate fingers had just given her. Slowly she leaned over and placed her head against his shoulder, resting. He was stunned and stirred and the blood coursed through him, moving steadily to his throbbing organ which now threatened to erupt from its covering beneath his belt. But he was also pleased at having provided some pleasure for this beautiful and mysterious woman, and giddy with the thought of what might follow. It did not take long for him to find out, for she suddenly straightened herself, sighed and turned to look back down the long, now deserted hallway toward the junction some yards distant. The sounds of footsteps were less frequent now, as the museum was preparing to close, and patrons were moving away, toward the distant entrances, slipping out of the building, down the steps and into the rain soaked streets of the city. He realized that their time was growing short, and he felt a surge of disappointment that this wonderful, unexpected interlude might shortly come to an end and he might never see this amazing woman again. As if she sensed his fears, she quickly clasped his hand and moved toward the near end of the hall, pulling him along with her, to where a small niche cut into the wall, practically masking all view of what might go on within it from distant, prying eyes. Quickly spinning him and pressing his back against the wall of the niche, her fingers reached down and found his belt, swiftly and expertly opening it, running the zipper down and, with a sharp tug, the burning cock leapt forth, stabbing upward into the air. She took it in her hand and stroked it, leaning in to kiss him, hard, almost violently, her tongue darting into his mouth, finding, capturing and sucking on his own tongue. He felt the tingling beginning to rise within him and strained to fight it back, to keep from exploding in her hand. But then she pulled her mouth back and her eyes locked on his, desperately, urgently. She pressed herself close, their stomachs touching and he felt her left leg suddenly raised, the slim calf dragging up across his buttocks and gripping his waist. Then her hand tipped his organ outwards from between them and she rose up on her tiptoes, working it outwards, until he could feel the head of his organ placed between the now warm, wet lips between her legs. She tipped her hips forward to receive him and then lowered herself, stabbing the cock into herself, turning her hips forward, opening to him, feeling him slide into her. When the base of his cock ground against her own pubic hair, she released the organ and wrapped both arms around his neck, leaning back, dangerously. He quickly took her waist and steadied her, and then she was moving, rocking slowly back and forth, grinding the organ from side to side within herself, riding it, straining to bathe every part of her insides with its touch. He began to roll his hips forward and back, withdrawing his cock until it almost slipped from her, then stabbing forward to impale her once more. In moments he could feel his climax begin to build in the tormented cock but the moan that escaped her told him she was also approaching her own orgasm and he changed his motion to sharp thrusts against her, stabbing her, straining to fill her... Soon she jolted in his arms and leaned up to wrap her arms tightly around his neck and shuddered against him. He could feel the moisture of her swell, feel it leak from their joined bodies, feel the slipperiness of it as it coated her upper thighs, and the short, sharp contractions of her insides as they gripped him, milking him. Yet he felt his own need subsiding, ebbing away in the wonder of having fulfilled her yet again. And then he felt her leg slide down his back and his cock slipped from her as she stepped back slightly, still holding him, struggling to maintain her balance. Again, her mouth found his and this time the kiss was deep and full, their tongues dancing equally together, their fluids mixing, their bodies tingling and fulfilled. Before he could speak, however, she pulled herself free from him and turned, suddenly pressing her backside against his crotch, her hands already folding up the skirt out of the way, revealing the round, soft flesh of her to him. And then she bent from the waist, her ass sliding up slightly, the head of his cock coming to rest between the cheeks. Then her hand reached around, took the organ in delicate fingertips and tipped it toward the tiny, tight opening that was now opened to him as she spread her legs and leaned forward with the other hand to brace herself against the base of a statue. He stood totally still, unsure of hurting her, but she positioned the head of his cock against her opening, and pushed back with her hips, slowly, steadily. The organ strained against her, threatening to slip aside, and then the tip slipped into her tightness, spreading her slightly as it entered. He heard her gasp but she did not stop pressing back and slowly, tightly, he slipped into her, inch by inch, until he was nestled deep within her bowels. He felt her free hand reach between her legs and lightly stroke at the base of his cock for only a moment, before its fingertips turned their attention to her own burning clit. And he stood perfectly still, absorbing the incredible sensation of her tightness and allowing her to set the tempo of the act. She began to swing her hips, slowly, side to side, her insides performing a maddening, lust driven dance around his organ, swabbing itself with him. And he leaned back, closing his eyes and wallowing in the smell and feel and wonder of her. In a few moments, he heard her breathing become a series of sharp gasps, and could feel the pressure of the fingers between her legs as she worked the clit hard. Then he felt his own pleasure throb from within his cock and knew he could hold back no longer. Almost without thought he pulled his hips back, almost withdrawing from her, then pushed forward, sinking deep inside. And the gasp this drew from her caused him to repeat the move, then again, and again. And then he felt the tickling, tingling rush of sensation explode from his cock and swell throughout his body, and then the spurting began, deep into her, and he heard her cry out as her own orgasm answered his wet summons. They twitched and shuddered, their bodies joined, their minds drifting on a sea of pure sensation as they stood, coupled and mated and fucked and raped each other for one brief, heavenly moment. And then she was still, and he could feel the clenching of her around him in small spasms as the tingling ebbed away through his body. She was just straightening up when they heard the footsteps, far down the connecting hall, out where the world was. Quickly she straightened up and let her skirt drop demurely back, covering her still trobbing sex. He turned quickly to the niche and pulled up his trousers, snapping and zipping them and looping the belt as she stood before him, masking him from sight. Then he turned to see the Security Guard enter the distant end of the hall and start toward them. Casually they stepped away from the nitch and watched as he approached. "Excuse me" they heard him call. "The museum's closing, folks. You'll have to leave now." "Yes, of course" he called back, hoping his voice was not quavering like the rest of his body and mind. "Thank you." He turned and smiled at her, the smile of a shared secret, and it was with complete delight that he felt her take his arm and lean in close to him. "Take me home?" she said, almost shyly. "Oh, yes" he breathed. And they began to stroll, slowly, fighting to remain steady, down the hallway, past the now stationary guard. As they passed him, he looked back from where they had come, a puzzled expression on his face, then turned to them. "'Scuse me, folks, but are you all right? I thought I heard somebody yell back here a minute ago." She stopped and turned back to the guard, a sly, wicked, amused smile spreading across her face. "Maybe it was them" she said, casually, nodding toward the erotic relief of the Indian Prince mounting his standing maiden which hung on the wall. "After all" she said, turning to smile at the man who had filled her just moments before... "That looks like fun... doesn't it." And with that she turned, locking her arm on his and they moved off, down the hall, toward other delights... The End... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/> .../assm/faq.html> /