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Museum

By: Liaria



Yasmine had slept the deep sleep of satisfaction after her night as the star of the show. She awoke refreshed and with a smile on her face as she remembered the fantasy that had come true only hours ago. She had told him early on of many, and he seemed determined to make each of them happen for her. She wondered what he had in store for her today. They wandered through the museum holding hands and playing and teasing with each other. He laughed and told her to behave before she got them thrown out. She felt too good to behave and told him so as she grabbed his butt and then started to run.

He could never get enough of her. There was something about her that wouldn't let him take his eyes off of her and his mind was constantly thinking of the way she made him feel when they made love. He was having those thoughts now as she laughed and ran from him each time he tried near her. The short sundress accentuated the wonderful curves of her body. He knew that she wore nothing underneath it. She seldom did when she was in the mood for sex and she definitely seemed to be in the mood today. 

The Birmingham Museum of Art was a big place and she was treating it like her own private playground. He loved to see her enjoying herself and watched the socialites as they raised their eyebrows at her antics. She ran to the stairs leading up to the second floor and stopped. He loved the grin she gave him as she waited for the group to pass by. They were only steps beyond her as she lifted her dress and teased him with the smooth tan legs and for an instant the tiny patch of perfectly groomed pubic hair.

The game went on as they climbed to each floor. They never bothered after the first to even pretend to look at the paintings. He couldn't take his eyes from her, and she was watching for opportunities to expose more of herself to him. With people only feet from her she pulled a breast from the low cut dress and licked her nipple. Standing in front of a picture window overlooking the parking lot, she looked back and smiled as she raised the dress to show him the full round ass that she knew he loved. 

He felt the stirrings of arousal as she continued to tease and taunt him. She laughed out loud as he stepped behind the open door, unzipped his fly, and pulled his now hard shaft from it's bonds for her to see. They played the game until they reached the fifth floor. The Sculpture Garden of the Birmingham Museum of Art is an open air display of sculptures in a garden setting. It was perfect for hide and seek and she wanted to play. He looked for her and chased her enough to give her her fun but felt the urges growing stronger by the minute. They had played enough and he wanted her badly now. Stepping behind the mini waterfall backdrop by ornamental evergreens, he waited.

It was only a few minutes before she appeared. Sneaking and looking for her prey, she didn't even have time to scream as he grabbed her and pulled her behind the wall. She tried to speak but he wasn't having it as he kissed her passionately and squeezed the firm mounds that she had used to taunt him so unmercifully. His hand moved quickly and yanked the dress up over her hips. She heard herself gasp as his hand went between her legs. Fingers, gentle but firm, massaged the soft lips until he felt them start to open, and the wetness appear like dew on a warm morning.

He slid his finger up and down the opening, teasing the swollen bud until the passion overtook her. She fumbled with the bottom of his jeans and felt him shudder as she unzipped them. He shuddered as her hand grasped his cock and squeezed firmly. She used his wetness to help her hand move easily over the hardness of his shaft and obliged willingly as his feet pushed hers outward. She leaned back against the wall and felt him move to her. Tongues teased and taunted as the kisses filled with urgency. His hand plucked an erect nipple as hers guided the swollen head up and down her opening. They felt it at the same instant. It was as if her body swallowed him as he thrust himself deep inside her. She felt herself being lifted up by the force of each thrust. 

Again and again his body slammed into her taking and he wondered if her back was suffering from the effects of the wall she leaned against. In an instant he turned her, grasped her hands and placed them on the wall. Leaning forward, she spread her legs and felt him push his way inside her. They heard it at the same time! Voices only a few feet away on the other side of the wall! Motionless, their bodies cried for relief, but their minds raced through the things they would say if discovered.

It seemed forever as they waited for the passersby to enjoy the waterfall and go on their way. She could feel the pulsing of his shaft deep inside her and knew the way her body was squeezing him was driving him to the brink of ecstasy. She slowly eased her hand between her legs and started to massage her clit gently. She pushed her butt to him and the muscles inside her body squeezed and milked him with each stroke. Without a sound, and the only movement the slow rocking of her hips, she brought him closer and closer. 

Her finger moved faster now as she felt the sharp jerk of his shaft and heard the voices grow distant at the same time. He must have been aware too of their departure she thought as she felt his body slam into hers. One, two, three, four, strokes, and she felt the hot flood spurting deep inside her. The feel of it brought her own orgasm racing to join his. Her body shook as the river of passion unleashed it's fury in a torrent. Again and again the sensations exlpoded inside her and she heard him whispering shhhh!!!!....shhhhhh, Baby!!! She hadn't even noticed the shrill moans escaping her as her body trembled and shook.

She felt the juices of their passion running down the tan softness inside her thighs as she turned to kiss him. He smiled as he took the napkin from his pocket, kneeled in front of her and wiped the evidence of their pleasure from her. Gently, slowly, he took his time as he cleaned her. She playfully swatted his head as he touched her tender clit with his tongue, looked up at her and smiled.There were no games as they walked slowly back through the museum. Yasmine looped her arm around his, leaned against him, and mentally crossed another item off of her fantasy list.

Museum



The room is stark white, sterile. A few pedestals stand across the parquet hardwood floor, most have something on them. Hot bright lights spotlight each.

A man wearing a light blue frock with an embroidered oval letting everyone know he is 'Andre' carries me towards a large white marble hand resting on one of the pedestals. I have no arms, no legs, and no memory of why. I have no clothes on. The marble hand is icy cold against my hips.

He brushes my pixy cut black hair until it is perfect then adjusts my breast, just the left one since the right is missing.

I ask what happened and where I am. I hear no words leaving my moving mouth.

"You always talked too much. Just smile." His voice is stern.

Across from me is a pedestal with two full legs on it. One stands barefoot, the other has the thigh lying flat and the knee draped over the edge with a red stiletto high heal shoe on the foot. A hand with only the wrist rests atop the thigh with fingernails painted a matching red. The ring finger is mostly missing and a wedding ring lies below on the pedestal.

I look around the room. There are four other people on pedestals, two men, two women, each missing parts of at least one limb, and all undressed.

Andre pauses at each pedestal to ensure everything is as it should be. At one of the men, he adjusts the penis and moves each short arm stump slightly. On one woman, he straightens her in a hand similar to the one I sit in. She is missing only her legs. Across from her is a pedestal with two legs crossed in a sitting position. White nylons cover each leg to mid-thigh and brown loafers adorn each foot.

He scans the room to make sure everything is perfect then leaves.

"What happened?" the man with the adjusted penis asks me. My lips move, again without sound.

"Quiet!" the voice blares from a speaker in the ceiling.

A pair of wide doors open and an older couple dressed formally enter. Her hair is long, blond, with pleasing curls. His is short and gray. He wears a tuxedo; she a black dress with the front cut in an upside down 'V' with the point at her navel extending to her lower legs and exposing all between her thighs.

He places a pair of glasses part way up his nose and reads aloud the card on the wall behind me. "Torso (2005) A gift of Mr. and Mrs. Decamps." He removes the glasses, folds them, and then places them back in a pocket. "One of my favorite. I just wish it was on display more often."

"Yes, exquisite," she assures him in a voice that reeked of money. "The missing breast adds a nice touch, don't you think." She glances at the pedestal with the legs and hand and reads aloud the card. "Torso's Limbs." She looks back at me. "How sweet. Where's the other hand?"

"Maybe she's sitting on it." He alone laughs at the joke.

They speak about me as if I am not real. I continue to be quiet and smile as ordered.

He speaks after a long moment. "I particularly like the lack of legs. If you were missing only one dear."

He moves behind her and drags a hand slowly up the front of her thigh. They both continue to look at me. Lips peck at her neck then an ear. Fingers play between her thighs, parting folds of skin, digging inside. I feel a warmth rush over me as she leans her head back on his shoulder letting her mouth drape open.

"Doll-ling," she drawls forever.

He unzips his fly and enters her from behind though what I assume is a matching 'V' in the back of the dress. They continue to look at me as he pumps slowly at her hips.

Across the room, two women, also dressed as formally, stand in front of the female without legs in the other marble hand.

"Such sensuality," one says, her voice filling the room as if important. Her head turns to look at the crossed legs. "Woman's Legs (2008) Gift of Mrs. Franklin," she reads aloud then looks back.

Still looking at the woman without legs, her companion lets a hand slither inside her friend's dress and cup a breast. "Is that Mrs. Franklin?" She snickers.

A lone man dressed in a business suit, walks directly across the room to the pedestal with the man without arms. His zipper slides down. I hear soft grunts as his hand rapidly strokes.

"I love you," he tells the man as he finishes.

"Wipe that up!" the voice from the speaker demands. "The room will be closing in 'five-e' minutes."

The couple in front of me is still fucking. Her eyes are closed and her gasps faster, louder. I can almost hear him slapping against her hips.

The buzzer sounds and everyone walks quickly out of the room. Andre closes the double doors at the same time with a loud echoing thud.

A hand shakes my shoulder. "Wake up dear."

I look around, rubbing my eyes. "Craziest dream. I guess it is back to work. First day back since the amputation."

"You'll be just fine and you are beautiful with one leg."

"Thanks. I'm getting use to the stares." I stand and slip the crutches under my arms. "They're working on a new exhibit at the museum so I'll be helping with that."



Museum



Millicent was a bit surprised when the cab came to a stop, not out on the main avenue, but back among the catacombs of alleyways that webbed the artsy fashion and museum districts. While she had not heard of this particular museum, she was familiar with a number of fellow designers who had contributed. After confirming, once again, with the cab driver that this was the correct address, she paid the driver and carrying her small bag she approached the wide steps leading up to a glass door painted completely black.

Completely immersed in the shadows from surrounding buildings, the entire street around her seemed lost in a perpetual twilight. Everything around her seemed damp, algae lined and very slippery so she stepped slowly and carefully up to the door. Not sure whether to knock or simply pull the door open, she tapped lightly and then grabbed the handle, pulling hard.

The door swung open and Millicent was immediately blinded by the bright light inside. Squinting and holding her bag up to shade her eyes she stepped inside and paused, waiting for her eyes to adjust to the light. In the distance she noticed some shadowy figures ambling about gazing up at some odd glass figures.

"Excuse me, may I help you?" a soft voice from behind her.

Whirling quickly, she found herself looking at a short man in a tuxedo. "Oh you startled me," she whispered.

"I am terribly sorry, I was merely wondering if you need help or direction?"

"I think I am in the right place, is this where I am?" she asked awkwardly showing him a crumpled piece of paper with the address.

"Yes, this is the museum," he said, taking the paper from her, crumpling it up and putting it in his pocket. "I am Donald, one of the patrons and guides. And what is your name?"

"Millicent, Millicent Fabor."

"Ah Ms. Fabor, we've been expecting you. Please come inside, may I help you with anything?"

"Well I have the item for display that a Mr. Ackson talked with me about."

"Oh yes, let me take you to Dr. Ackson's office. You'll notice our display areas on each side of us as we walk. Hopefully you'll have time to enjoy our displays."

She followed as Donald began walking into the building. The hallway was wide and bright with large rooms opening off on either side of it. The rooms were brightly lit with shiny white floors and walls. The glass figures were all partial or full torsos of women clad in different lingerie depending upon which room they were in.

Just before reaching Dr. Ackson's office she noticed a room with headless glass busts featuring a wide assortment of bras. She paused to take a closer look and saw bras that must have dated back to the early 1900's along side of the two huge metal cones that Madonna wore on one of the concert tours. Realizing that the bra she brought in the small bag would be displayed here, she felt a rush of pride flush through her body. 

"Ah Millicent, I am so happy to finally meet you in person," said a very old, bald man stepping out of the office. "I'm Joseph Ackson, you can call me Joe, is it all right to call you Millicent?"

"Yes that's fine Mr... I mean Dr... ah Joe," she said smiling reaching out her hand.

"Please come into my office, have a seat over there. We are so glad you accepted our offer. Over the years we have been able to feature bits of some of the finest lingerie designers in the world here. Oh, where are my manners? Would you like a glass of wine."

Nodding, she noticed he already had a glass poured. She reached out, took the glass and replied, "I saw some of your display, but how is it I haven't heard of this place, I mean with such famous work here..."

"Ah, I must admit to you I am a bit of an eccentric, with perhaps too strong of an attraction to lingerie. We normally ask that our contributors sign a confidentiality agreement."

"But then who sees the exhibit if it is a secret?" Millicent asked, taking a sip of wine and then nodding her head to him in appreciation.

"We have a group of patrons whom, like me, are drawn to the art and artists of lingerie. It is a wealthy group so we can pay you the fee we discussed."

"So the figure you quoted is real?"

Smiling, he nodded.

"Ah, here is Justine with the paperwork. Like I said this first one is a confidentiality agreement," he said handing it to her.

Millicent looked over the document and confirmed it was a confidentiality agreement. She knew she should read it carefully but was so caught up in the moment that she quickly scribbled her name on the two copies and moved onto the next few sets of papers he handed her. Only vaguely listening as he described the documents, she quickly signed each of them and then finished her glass of wine.

Millicent then watched as Dr. Ackson... Joe opened her bag and held up the bra. "Oh very nice, the light laciness yet firm support and the color, what a stunning addition don't you think Justine."

"Yes Joe, a wonderful addition," Justine replied as she gathered up the papers, placed them on a shelf and pulled on a pair of latex gloves. She then lifted a syringe and held it up to the light, squeezing it slightly until a liquid spurt sparkled in the light.

"Now Millicent you've signed all the papers, we can get started now. You should be feeling very comfortable so I'd like to tell you of the rest of our display. We not only display wonderful bras from such wonderful designers, we have a special floor where we display even more."

"More?" Millicent mumbled.

"Yes, on this floor our patrons can view the bras, downstairs they can view the breasts of the designers."

"You mean all those women are here? They are here displaying their breasts for you?"

"Ah, I guess the wine has you a bit fuddled," Dr. Ackson said. "No we only have their breasts here."

Millicent felt a sharp stick in her arm and then felt a warm rush inside her arm. She closed her eyes as she felt her clothes being removed. Unable to move her arms or legs, she felt herself moved over to a hard bed. Suddenly she heard a zipping sound and then felt something being rubbed over her breasts.

She heard Justine say, "Doctor, the field would be so much more sterile if you refrained."

"You know I can't do that Justine," she heard the Doctor reply realizing it was a penis sliding over her breasts. She could feel his hands as they moved over his organ, faster and faster until she felt a warm flood of sticky liquid splash onto her right breast.

Millicent tried to lift her hand and murmur, "No, please stop..." but she couldn't.

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"Please stop what Millicent? Millicent, it's your mother, are you awake?"

Millicent heard her own voice, "No please stop."

"Stop what Millicent?"

"Mother, what are you doing here?"

"We came as soon as we heard. We talked to the doctor and he said he got it all, you're going to be fine."

Feeling confused Millicent asked, "Where am I?"

"You're in the hospital dear, they operated on you for the cancer. The doctor said it went well, they got all the cancer."

"What did they do?" Millicent asked.

"It was serious darling, they said they had no choice. They had to take all of both of them."

"Both?"

"Your breasts."

She tried to reach up and grab her breasts but the pain was intense. She felt her mother grab her hands, "The doctor said you should move your arms for a while. They will have some physical therapy for you."

"They took my breasts?"

"Yes, the cancer was too advanced. They saved your life."

"They took my breasts," she sobbed.

"They had no choice, Dr. Ackson said you could have died."

"Dr. Ackson? Did you say Dr. Ackson?"

"Yes dear, wait, here is your nurse."

Millicent looked up to the olive skinned features of a dark haired woman. She looked familiar.

"Millicent, I'm Justine, your nurse. I have a shot for your pain."

"No," Millicent moaned.

"It's okay, I'm putting it in your IV, you won't feel a thing. You'll wake up in a few hours and won't remember any of this."

"Please stop," she moaned, "Please stop." She drifted to sleep before she could say it again.



Museum Piece



Our first time out. You have on a cute blue dress and tennis shoes. I know you have on nothing underneath.

We get to the museum. In the entry elevator you pull up your skirt to prove to me you have no panties. You keep your skirt up even as the elevator stops and the door starts to open, dropping it at the last second. Turns out no one was waiting, but still it could have been close. 

You smile impishly at me and we go out to look. The Museum is typically wonderful. It is a Thursday morning (we are both off today) so it is almost empty. No school classes there either, so it is perfect for us to have some fun. 

A display of bottles and glass buoys proves to be beautiful. When I am looking a particularly delicate bottle I realize I am seeing an even more delicate (and extremely puffy and turned on) nipple on the other side of it. When I look over the bottle at you I get a grin as you move your dress back into place. 

You approach me later and tell me to come see a painting in the next gallery. It is a stunning nude of a woman in a stream. I ask if you liked it, as you had obviously been looking in here without me, and you only answer is to run your finger gently along my lower lip. I smell the musky scent of your sex, and realize that not only have you been looking but coming as well. 

In a display of ancient coins you bend over a case, flip up your skirt, and look at centuries of history with your bare ass showing. In section showing studies being made on extracting water from ice on Mars and the moon, you completely take off your top during a short film. Nothing else happens, you just sit in the small dark six-seat theater with your breasts open to the air. You and I are the only ones in there, but there is no door, just a dark curtain to keep out light. When the film is done you put your top back on, and we talk about the feasibility of the study. The fact that you are so keenly intellectual and simultaneously gorgeous and even a little perverted drives me wild. 

We go the planetarium, and there are maybe six other people there for the show. We lean back and watch the ceiling take us to the stars. About halfway through the show I notice your skirt is pulled up revealing the dark triangle of your hair. It stays that way through the entire presentation. No one seems to notice although really only the man behind us could see, and then only if he sat up and looked. But his eyes were on the heavens, and lucky me my eyes got to see the heavens and the heaven beside me. 

After the plantarium we have some food in the café. In the elevator to the next floor you come loud and hard after only a few moments of me going down on you. You lean against the wall, lift your skirt, and my mouth pleasures you roughly. 

When the doors open you look proper again, and only the faintest smell of you on my lips might give away what we did (unless you heard the long loud scream of "fuck yes" in the elevator shaft.)

Finally, we get to an African art exhibit. Spears, shields, statues of clay and even woven grass, headdresses, and dioramas of housing and lifestyles. There is even a long display of modern life in cities like Cairo and Damascus. 

I am intent on an article about fuel and environmental effects when I hear you moan. 

I follow the moans to a room filled with statues. These are all old fertility carvings. Some are female, with pendulous breasts and wide hips. Others are male, some with thick fat cocks hanging to their feet, others with long stiff ones pointed at the sky. 

You have found one in particular made of ivory. The cock is long and has a gigantic bulbous head on it. At least, that is what I see for a second just before the cock once again disappears inside you. Here I am watching you in a museum, your skirt pulled up, your hands on a drum made of sheepskin, and you have backed up to a four-foot high fertility statue. The pedestal put the statues cock at the perfect height for you to allow it to be in you from behind. I check the display guide and whisper to you that you are currently fucking a 330-year-old ivory statue. You look straight into my eyes and whisper "you know, I do not know how I know this, but I am not the first." That revelation sends you over the edge and I hold you tight as you spasm over and over. 

Still, the place is all ours, as no one has entered the room since we came in. 

We find one more statue you like. This one has no features, it is just basically a humanoid shape with a large cock pointed straight up. You use your lips to get the cock wet, and within seconds your arms are around the statue and that long ivory cock is buried inside you. 

As you move up and down the shaft, you look over your shoulder at me with those brown eyes of yours. I move up behind you and move my lips onto your neck. You unzip me, take me out, and begin stroking me. I figure I am going to get a hand job while you fuck (turns out this statue was carbon dated to be almost 1000 years old). Instead, I feel a sudden tightness and you gasp. I realize that you have just placed me in your ass, and I am double penetrating you along with an ancient artifact. 

Our orgasms come swiftly, and at that point we decide to leave. The train ride home is filled with laughter and kisses. At one point you lift your skirt to show me the lips of your pussy are swollen and red with the rough treatment they got today, and I notice my come still decorating the inside of your legs. 

I know when we get home we are going to have to discuss the feasibility of water extraction on mars. I wonder where that will lead us.



Museum Piece



"Jay, this is Amanda, your roomie from college."

Stunned to hear this voice from my past, I didn't respond.

"You're wondering why I'm calling?"

Actually, I was wondering a lot more than that. Mute, I nodded. Then, prompted by the feel of the cell phone in my hand, I said, "Yes."

"I'm in town. I thought you might like to get together, for a burger or a beer or something."

* * *

We ordered both, a burger and a beer, with French fries, at the local Hamburger Mary's, where we were seated at an umbrella table, amid others of identical design. The tables were white and round, with tile inlaid, in mosaics, on their tops, and the huge umbrellas were in festive, tropical colors. Each mosaic was different. Ours showed a small island on the edge of a beach, palm trees in silhouette before a sun that sank into a golden sea. Beds of flowers scented the air. I'd ordered an all-beef patty; Amanda had requested a vegetarian burger.

"Nice place," she said.

We'd been out of school for five years now, but, at twenty-seven years old, Amanda looked much the same as she'd looked at eighteen, when I'd first met her. I told her as much.

"You look great, too," she said.

"I don't," I demurred.

"You do."

She was nude, on her back, and, outside our dorm room, the light was fading. I gazed upon her, my eye--

"So, I read that you're the curator of the local museum," Amanda said.

The dormitory room vanished, and the restaurant patio returned, bright, festive, and redolent with the fragrance of many and various flowers. "Where did you read that?" I asked.

"Online," Amanda replied. "The university's web site's 'Alumni News.'"

I blushed, remembering having sent the update to the alumni association, a year or so ago, after my promotion, but Amanda had misread the report. I corrected her. "Assistant curator of the Clark County Heritage Museum. There are several other museums in town."

She smiled. "Congratulations."

"And you?" I asked. "What have you been up to since we graduated, Amanda?"

She broke eye contact, looked down, sipped her beer, and shrugged her shoulders. "Not much."

I chuckled. Amanda was still the modest, endearingly self-effacing chick she'd been at State, even after her art had been exhibited at the Metropolitan Gallery. "You must have done something," I suggested, my tone a gentle rebuke of her diffidence.

--my eye traveled over the swells of her breasts, over her concave tummy, along her firm, sleek thighs, and she moaned, turning--

"Amanda! What's wrong?" A tear coursed down her cheek.

She lifted her stein, drinking deeply of the dark amber contents. Her hand shook. Beer sloshed from the heavy glass, spilling onto the mosaic sunset. "I'm sorry, Jay," she said. She rose. "I'd better go."

I placed my hand upon hers. "Wait. If you're going, I'm going with you." I tossed a twenty dollar bill onto the table, and we left the garden patio, our half-eaten meals forgotten.

* * *

At my apartment, I poured Amanda another glass of wine. She hadn't sipped the first goblet, and she didn't sip this one, either. She gulped it, her dainty hand trembling as she tilted the glass back, tossing down its contents.

"Talk to me, Mandy," I said, referring to her by the name I'd used to address her back in our college days, when I'd started my freshman year at State thinking that a dude named Adam was going to be my dormitory roommate. He had, too--until, three months into the semester, when Adam began transforming into Amanda, or Mandy. At first, I hadn't known what to think or how to feel. Maybe, I'd thought, I should ask for a new roomie, explaining things if need be, but, by then, Adam--or Mandy--and I had become friends as well as roommates.

"I don't know where to start," she sniffed.

--her eyes met mine, and she smiled, her full, lips, pink and soft as rose petals, framing her even, white teeth in a pretty bow, and I felt my cock stir, twitch, swell, and stiffen, and I--

"May I?" she asked. She held out the goblet.

"What?" I asked, my reverie interrupted by her question. The dorm room had disappeared again, as had Amanda, lying nude, upon her tummy, in her bed, her perfect, firm, round ass rising in a pair of splendid, creamy-smooth mounds as she turned, slightly, facing me, and smiled. Instead, my apartment was back, and Mandy was fully dressed, wearing a green top, a black leather mini-skirt, heels, and a bracelet. She'd tossed her clutch purse upon the couch as we'd entered my living room and had taken a seat next to one another. After our arrival, she'd begun to cry, and I'd repaired t the kitchen for a bottle of burgundy with which to fortify our souls.

"Have another glass, please?"

"Do you think you should?" I asked. "You've already drunk a whole bottle of the stuff--and two glasses from the second fifth. Aren't you afraid you might get tipsy?"

She laughed, but the sound was miserable and harsh, not musical. "I want to get tipsy," she replied, "and I'd appreciate it if you'd help me accomplish that goal, dear Jay."

I shrugged, refilling her glass. "Take it easy, Mandy," I cautioned her.

She swallowed the contents of her goblet in a single gulp. "More, please."

I obliged. Setting the bottle on the coffee table, beside the other, empty container, I said, "Help yourself."

She poured. "Doan mine if I dew." Her speech was thick, and words were slurred.

"You going to tell me what's wrong?"

"I doan know where to start."

"How about after graduation?" I suggested. "You 

had that show at the Metropolitan Gallery. Great reviews, too. I thought, 'Damn! Mandy just graduated and, already, she's set.' What happened?"

She set her glass on the coffee table. This time, she didn't refill it. Instead, she settled back against the cushions, sighed heavily, and, looking through me, as if she were all alone, she said, "Nothing happened, Jay. Nothing at all."

"Why not?"

"Nobody liked my work."

I reminded her of the reviews. "Everybody loved it."

"They liked the sculptures I exhibited at the Metro," she admitted, "but nothing else, nothing since."

"Why is that?"

She shrugged. "I guess I changed my theme, my style."

I remembered her statues. They were exquisitely beautiful, but haunting. "Poignant" was one of the words that the local critic had used in his review. "Honest" was another. I reminded her of the reviewer's characterization of her work.

"At firss, yes," Mandy said, "but layder, not so much."

"What did you do differently?" I enquired. "How did your style change? What new themes did you sculpt? More importantly, why did you change? You had it made, girl! The critics loved your work."

She laughed. The sound was harsh and grating. "I had an affair," she said, "wiff that pompous-ass art professor, Gerald Hamburg--or Gerald Humbug, I should say. He convinced me to change my style, my themes; he said they were too--" she search for the word that the professor had used--"sanguine.' As a transsexual, or 'a chick wiff a dick,' as he put it--he put it to me a lot, too, let me tell you!" She laughed again, making a guttural sound that ended in a shriek. "As a chick wiff a dick, he said, my girls--my statues--should be anything but sanguine; they should be 'hesitant,' he said, 'uncertain,' he said, 'full of despair,' he said." She looked at me, as if she were seeing me for the first time. "Jay!" she cried. She chuckled. "I shoulda tol' him he wuz full o' shit! That's whut I shoulda tol' him!"

"So you changed your style, your themes--"

"I changed everything, Jay, everything."

I looked at the cylindrical bulge in her crotch. "Not everything," I corrected her.

"No," she agreed, smiling slightly. "He wanted me to be castrated, too, have my cock and balls cut off and replaced with a cunt, but, at that, I drew the line. I'm all woman, but a woman with man parts where they count. I wouldn't have it any other way for him or anyone else. A girl has to draw the line somewhere."

"I'm glad you stayed true to yourself in that department, at least," I told her. Like Mandy, I'd always thought that a transsexual was way sexier with a feminine face, breasts, and buttocks, but with a handsome cock and balls to go with these more feminine assets. "The critics didn't like the changes to your artwork?'

"They hated them! They hated me!" She leaned forward, reaching for the bottle of wine, and knocked it over. The contents poured, a red spill, like blood, across the table and onto the carpet. "I'm sorry, Jay!" she gushed. "I'm soooo, soooo sorry." She giggled. Looking at me impishly, she winked. "I'm soooo soooo soused!"

I took her hand, helped her to her feet, and started across the living room with her.

"Where we goan, Jay Jay?"

"My room," I told her. "The bedroom."

She licked my ear. Her saliva was thick and warm. "You want me to suck yore cock, Jay?" She laughed. "Juss like ol' times, huh, Jay? Sure, hunny, Mandy's happy to do whut she can to bring you a little bit o' joy, a little bit o' relief."

"You're going to bed," I told her. "You need to sleep it off. We'll talk tomorrow, when you're sober."

"Okay, hunny," she said, "but, you know whut? I'd rather suck yore dick."

I'd rather she sucked my dick, too, but she wasn't in any condition to do so. If she tried, the motion of her head, bobbing up and down as she slurped my eight-inch prick, would probably make her sick and she'd most likely puke all over my bed, herself, and me.

"You need help undressing?" I asked her.

"You gonna take 'vantage of me, Jay?" she asked, smiling lewdly. "You gonna fuck yore ol' roomie up her ass while she's drunk outta her mine?"

I helped her take off her clothes, except for her bra and panties, got her into bed, and pulled the sheet and blanket over her. A minute or two later, she was sound asleep.

I climbed into bed next to her and watched Amanda breathe. Her face, relaxed, was as beautiful as ever, and her body was as flawless and lovely as the day I first laid eyes upon it, after Adam had outed himself--to me, at least--as Amanda, and, on a long night similar, in some ways, to this one, over a couple of bottles of wine, she'd poured out her heart to me, her one and only friend, about the trials and tribulations of being a transsexual in a judgmental, hateful world of sexually intimidated conformists, and we'd become, that night, more than just friends. We'd become lovers. I'd asked her to be my girlfriend, but she'd declined. "You don't need the hassle," she'd said. "It's no hassle," I'd assured her. "I love you." She'd grinned at my naiveté. "I love you, too, but the two of us against the world isn't enough, not when there are so many bigots and sexists and transphobic assholes out there." We'd made love, tender, wonderful, beautiful love, and we'd remained lovers, throughout our college careers, before, upon graduating, we'd gone our separate ways. We'd coupled countless times, but, at Amanda's insistence, we'd never officially become a couple. Poor Mandy, I thought, leaning over her and kissing her softly upon the cheek. Her eyelashes fluttered.

"I love you, Mandy," I told her, hoping she'd come not for a visit but forever.

* * *

In the morning, Amanda was awake when I woke. We sat together, side by side, our backs against the headboard. I'd worn my usual "pajamas" to bed--T-shirt and briefs--and she was still wearing only her bra and panties--and, I must say, she looked as beautiful as ever, even with her hair tousled and a bit of a bulge in her panties. Bleary-eyed, I stared at her. "Sleep well?"

She smiled. "Thanks to you."

"I think the wine might have helped, too."

"Thanks for that, too." She averted her gaze. "If it hadn't been for you, I'd have had to sleep in the street last night."

I frowned. I knew that Amanda had suffered some financial setbacks, but I hadn't realized that it had come to this.. "You're totally broke?"

She tried to smile. "Totally. I spent the very last of my money on the bus ticket here, hoping you'd let me spend the night--and a few weeks, long enough for me to get a job somewhere."

"What about Professor Hamburg?"

"That bastard? He kicked my ass out, as soon as he saw that his ideas for 'advancing' my career as a sculptor whose work was 'sanguine' weren't working--as soon as he'd ruined my chance to be a success, in other words."

"So you have nowhere to go?"

She looked lost. "No."

She was a maiden in distress, I thought--or a maiden of sorts, at any rate. The chivalrous knight inside me reared his ugly head, and I heard myself say, "No problem, Mandy. You can stay here as long as you need, as long as you like."

She grinned impishly at me. "You want me to suck your dick?"

I actually blushed. "That's not necessary."

She ran her hand along my inner thigh. My cock responded. "It's fun, though, right?"

"You've got me there," I admitted.

"But I don't want to make you late for work."

I smiled at her as her palm swept over my testicles. Her fingers curled around my burgeoning manhood, which stiffened in her grip, swelling to fullness. "You won't," I assured her. "I'm off today--and tomorrow."

Amanda smiled. "Then, please, permit me to demonstrate my gratitude for your gallant and courteous rescue of a lady in distress--or a ladyboy in distress, I guess I should say."

She rose, doffed her bra and panties, and, naked, climbed back into bed, pulled the blankets away from me, and freed my cock, drawing the stiff, swollen member through the fly in the front of my briefs. She situated herself upon the mattress in such a way as to gain the best position in which to minister to my erection, and bending low, her hair spilling round my hips and groin, she took my manhood between her full, soft lips, working the ring formed of these orbicular muscles up and down upon my straining shaft.

Her head bobbed up and down, in a slow, steady tempo, and I watched my hard prick vanish and reappear repeatedly between her lips as she bounced her mouth up and down upon my standing member, her chin colliding against my balls and her forehead pressing my lower belly. The warm-wet-softness of her mouth--of her lips, her teeth, her tongue, her inner cheeks, and her palate--enveloping and bathing my penis produced incredibly pleasurable and erotic sensations, and a fantastic tickling fluttered in my balls, my cock convulsed, and my anus quivered. Amanda was as superb a cocksucker as ever, I thought. 

Perhaps she'd performed this feat often, long, and hard upon Professor Hamburg; if so, I supposed the bastard had done Amanda some good, even if unintentionally; he'd kept her both skilled and well-practiced in the art of fellatio.

Amanda let my prick slide free of her saliva-glistening lips, and licked the shaft, letting her pink, wet tongue trail along the taut flesh of the stiff column, and took my left testicle into her mouth, holding it in the oral womb. My cock, already rigid, stiffened more, and my balls, already high inside my tightened scrotum, rose still higher. Her inner cheeks caressed my testicle through the silken bag of my scrotum while her thumbnail scratched lightly at the root of my cock, which, like the rest of my organ, was swollen with desire that bordered upon need, making quite a bulging ridge along my perineum. She let my testicle fall free of her oral embrace and colleted its twin, taking my other testicle into her mouth while she continued to stroke my cock, root, shaft, and glans, with her nimble, playful fingertips. I moaned, feeling the first heralding spasm of orgasm deep inside my balls, My cock twitched and jerked, thrashing, as sensations rose, crested, and fell within my loins like waves before an deep-sea tsunami about to crash upon the shore with devastating force and effect.

Freeing my testicle, she resumed sucking my cock, her rounded lips a tight ring that pumped itself up and down and back and forth upon my straining, lurching shaft. My balls felt as if they must implode, and I trembled, groaning, both wanting and dreading the release of semen that would bring relief but that would also, at the same time, bring these wonderful sensations to an end.

Letting my cock slide free of her lips, she squeezed the tip of my prick firmly in her fist, several times, in quick succession, prolonging the agony of my ecstasy by frustrating, however temporarily, the onset of orgasm and the eruption of semen that would follow this cataclysmic event. Then, her lips were in place again, around my shaft, and she was pumping them hard, fast and furiously, up and down upon the stiff, standing member, her head bobbing up and down in frantic, fluid motion.

Her hands were all over my cock and balls, too, even as she sucked my prick. She squeezed, pumped, jerked, wiggled, caressed, and rubbed my penis and his balls as if she had six or eight or a dozen hands. These actions, like the pushing-shoving motion of her mouth, locked in a ring around my organ, brought me closer and closer to the point of no return, and I felt pressure build inside my balls, as it my passion were water flowing, fast and hard, against the barrier of a dam. Any moment now, the dam must give way before the terrific force of my pent-up passion and burst from me, erupting in geysers and streams.

She continued to fuck me with her face, driving the circle of her lips harder and faster, with greater and greater force, down upon my trembling prick so that her brow shoved hard against my stomach and the tip of her nose and her chin collided against my balls, jiggling the egg-shaped gonads. Her hands gripped and stroked and massaged, and my anus began to flutter frantically, my thighs started to flex like scissors, and my trembling cock convulsed inside the warm, wet embrace of her liquid mouth.

A streamer of semen jetted from my cock. Another followed, and another. Banner after banner of my molten seed unfurled itself inside Amanda's ravenous mouth, and as her tongue was coated again and again by the warm fluid, she continued to suck my prick, swallowing intermittently, until, after several additional ejaculations, my balls were drained dry and I was reduced to exhausted, shuddering ecstasy, feeling as if my very soul had been ejected, along with the reservoir of sperm and semen that had been stored in my testicles, from my cum-spewing prick.

In our college days, Amanda had always looked especially beautiful naked, with her man-made breasts always and forever firm, high, and round, even when she was flat on her back, and my semen was coursing, in white rivulets, down her chin and dripping onto her tits, as her cock jutted out from below her carefully trimmed pubic bush. She looked just as lovely now, as then, with my cum dribbling from her semen-smeared lips. I was glad she'd come back to me, even if she'd returned because she had nowhere else to go and no one else but me to whom to turn.

* * *

We started the day by visiting the Clark County Heritage Museum, which is in Henderson, Nevada, just south of Las Vegas. It was my day off, after all, and what better time is there to take one's girlfriend sightseeing than on one's day off?

Girlfriend?

Wasn't I rushing it a bit? I mean, Amanda had only been in town a day--well, a day and a night--and what a night!--and, already, I was thinking of her as, if not yet actually calling her, my girlfriend. I'd known her since our first semester at State, when fate or God or whoever or whatever controls our destinies had seen fit to make us roommates, and Amanda had been Adam, so, no, I don't think we were rushing things. 

Besides, hadn't she sucked my cock, just the night before, swallowing my sperm? Fellatio has a way of cementing a relationship. I was proud to consider Amanda my girlfriend, and, if things continued to go as well between and for us as it had last night, I'd even start calling her my girlfriend. I had no doubt but that she'd be more than pleased to be considered such. Her brief, ill-fated affair with Professor Hamburg notwithstanding, Amanda had always had a thing for me, and I'd always been more than merely fond of her. It's just that, after graduation, we'd gone our separate ways and, until last night, we'd lost touch.




Museum Slut



Your morning is bright and clear, and you are eager to get to the museum, where you were a volunteer guide. The traffic is slower than normal and you are becoming impatient so you change the music to distract yourself. Your mind is planning and anticipating the day and the upcoming weekend. You will be able to have a quiet dinner alone tonight and you are looking forward to that.

Soon you pull into the drive and find a spot in the reserved area and park. You check your hair in the mirror and get out. Once inside, you report to the lounge and then the office and greet your friends and co-volunteers. A cup of coffee is handed to you by a friend.

It's just a normal day in many respects.

I have been busy with sales calls for the last week and I am tired of it. I sat in the hotel room and looked through the tourist brochures and maps. I made some notes and left the room for the restaurant for a light breakfast. While waiting for my toast, I located some points of interest on the map. I chose four places that I thought might break the monotony.

I have always loved to explore new cities, and have been fascinated by zoos, planetariums, science centers, historical places and architectural novelties, as well as various museums. Two years ago, while in Washington, DC, I extended my trip so I could spend a week in the Smithsonians.

I was as excited as a kid when I left the hotel, ready for an adventure. I drove for about an hour and I finally pulled into the parking lot of a museum I found in the literature. I went to the entrance and found I was early and had almost a half hour to wait, so I went back to my car and ruffled through the papers in my briefcase.

Finally I was allowed to enter.

I strolled around trying to find something that would hold my interest. I struggled to become involved. I just wasn't into it but I continued walking and looking. 

After an hour or so, I sat on one of the uncomfortable benches in the middle of the room and watched the other patrons as they studied the exhibits. And out of the corner of my eye, I saw you. I turned my attention to you as you walked slowly though the exhibit, pointing and explaining it to the group with you.

I was fascinated by you and I got up and joined the group for the rest of the tour. I was careful to stay in the outside and act as inconspicuous as possible, as I watched you. I saw you as a challenge for me and a way to relieve the boredom of the day.

When we neared the end of the tour, you asked for any questions. I asked the origin of the last two items and you responded patiently and knowledgeably. You looked directly as you responded and I was satisfied with this initial contact with you.

I moved about the area when the group had left and made sure to encounter you again, this time making more small talk and becoming a little friendly. As we talked, I looked at your breasts, making sure that you saw my eyes studying you. I wanted to test your response and I became more obvious and bolder in my body language and in my aggressiveness.

I detected some uncertainty in your responses but you did not leave. This was very exciting to me and my cock became alive. I moved in such a manner that you had to notice my hard cock pressing against my slacks and just to be sure, I pushed it with my hand and readjusted it a little. You were very aware of my cock then, and I saw you shudder slightly as you became more aware of the game I was playing with you.

You may have thought it was harmless flirtation but I was serious.

After a few minutes I thanked you for your help and said I must leave for lunch, and asked if you knew of an interesting place away from the area of the museum....someplace unusual and different. You mentioned a place that you sometimes visited on the way home, when you felt dark and moody. I thanked you and invited you to meet me there for wine and a light lunch. You declined and thanked me, as you had another tour set in a few minutes.

We parted, and as I left I looked back at you and smiled. I stopped at the door for a moment and stared at you. You looked back and returned my smile and gave me a little tentative wave. I left the building and went to the club you directed me to.

The decor was eclectic and so were the customers. I could feel the sex when I entered the room. There was a aura of erotic electricity and just base lust that almost oozed out. They were only pretending that this was a restaurant. It was a meat market. A banquet of sexual offerings not explicitly stated but obvious nonetheless. I loved it.

I sat at a table near the wall so I could watch everyone. There were males with males, females with females, males with females and others of uncertain gender together....a potpourri and a bouillabaisse of eccentric and erotic characters, all thrown together and ready to be served.

And I was hungry.

I mingled with those at the bar and found many willing partners for whatever ideas I could propose, and I felt my mind racing with the possibilities and my cock urging me to quickly decide. And then you walked in. I wasn't surprised, although I didn't expect you. And I knew then what I wanted ........and what I would take and have.

I met you and took your hands and invited you to my table. We ordered wine and talked about the people around us, and teased each other with inuendo and easy, coy laughs and smiles, and your eyes burned into my mind and I could feel your hot cunt sending messages of open welcome and need in my mind.

There was no need for further talk, so I stood up and took your hands and led you to the back. I found a storage room and we went inside. You leaned to me and we kissed deeply and passionately as my hands felt your ass and lifted your skirt so I could caress your flesh through your panties. My cock pushed into your stomach as it sought your cunt.

I pushed you down to your knees and you dropped willingly, and unzipped my slacks. You reached in and grabbed my cock roughly, in such desperate need to have it in your hands. You pulled it out and felt the hotness as it pulsed and throbbed in your hand. And in an instant you had sucked it deep into your mouth and were moaning as you bobbed your head up and down on my raging hard cock.

My hands on your head guided your mouth and set the pace I wanted, and as I looked down into your glazed, wet eyes, I realized I wanted more than this. Your cocksucking was very accomplished, but I didn't want you to suck me. I wanted to fuck your face and to control you and use you, so I pulled my cock out. You looked at me like I was crazy, but I held my cock up to your lips, and every time you opened your mouth and tried to suck my cock back in, I pulled it away and slapped your mouth with it....SLAP.....SLAP.....SLAP.

And I felt my cock growing harder with each slap.

But I wanted much more than this, so I pulled you up, ripped your panties off and opened your top and set your tits free. They were held up by your bra which I pulled down. Your nipples were stiffening in the air. I could see your excitement growing as you submitted to my every move.

I looked around the room and saw a roll of duct tape. I was suddenly inspired. I grabbed the tape and bent you over. I made you hold your ankles and I wrapped tape around your arms, binding them to your legs. You were now bent at the waist and unable to move or straighten up. You shuddered from excitement. I took your panties from the floor and shoved them into your mouth and then wrapped tape over your mouth, so you could not speak or spit the panties out.

I stood back and surveyed my work. My cock jumped for joy at what I saw. Now I was ready. I kicked your legs apart slightly and ran my fingers between your legs. Your skirt was pulled up over your back. Your blouse opened. Your cunt was soaking and you moaned as I touched you. I shoved 2 then 3 then 4 fingers in you, and each time you tried to open more. You were like a bitch in heat that needed fucking by anything and anybody.

I was hard and I wanted to cum as much as I wanted to degrade and abuse you, so I plunged my cock into your cunt, and grabbed your hips as I fucked you hard and deep. My cock rammed into you like the piston of some machine as I fucked you without mercy or care. I only wanted to enjoy the feel of your hot wet cunt around my cock and to see you bent forward, helpless to my desires. I pounded into you for a few minutes and then finally as I felt the cum boiling up from my balls, I started shooting deep in you and then pulled out and let my cum shoot up onto your back. 

I held my cock and squeezed my balls as I emptied them onto your ass and buttocks. My cum ran down your legs. You turned your head to watch me and I moved to you and wiped my cock off on your face and hair.

But even though I had just cum, I wasn't finished using you. I had just begun. I looked around and found a toilet plunger and some french wine with long necks, and a dust wand. The dust wand had a thick handle about 1" in diameter and was about 10" long. I took it and pushed it into your pussy and left it there. Your muscles held it as I moved in front of you so I could slap your tits around. I took great pleasure watching them swing from side to side with each slap. In fact, I felt my cock start twitching from the excitement.

I had never realized until then how thrilling it could be to use and abuse and control a slut and whore like you. And I was determined to push it further to see how far I could go.

I looked into your eyes and told you "You are mine for the afternoon, and I intend to exhibit and use you like the slutty bitch you are. You are no longer a proper lady and housewife and mother. You are my whore and cum slut." 

You attempted an answer but I couldn't make out what you said. The look in your eyes told me though. Fear and lust and excitement all were mixed together. And I didn't care. I had you and I was going to continue my fun, regardless of how you felt.

I took the plunger and slowly pushed it into your ass. Your muscles kep resisting and pushing it back, but I persisted and soon had about 4" of the handle in your ass. I taped it in place across the plunger end back to your ass. The dust wand was slipping out so I pushed it back in and taped it also.

I looked around and found a couple of clothes pins. They were old and not very strong, but I thought they would still clamp hard enough. I placed one on each nipple. You groaned and tried to scream, as it must have hurt more than I imagined. I laughed at your misery, and you realized i wasn't going to remove them so you stopped groaning and your eyes looked more fearful than before. Maybe you were just realizing I was going beyond your previous limits.

I stood back again and looked at you. I was relatively happy with my work, but I felt the need for a little more cruelty, so I took my belt off and I strapped your ass a few times until it reddened. I could see the belt marks, but i did not hit you hard enough to mark you permanently, or to cause real injury, just temporary stinging pain and humiliation. 

Now I was satisfied for the moment, but as I started to leave, I decided I needed to do one thing more. I looked through your purse and found your lipstick. I had seen a slut on a cam site write on her tits and although I felt it was pathetic, I decided I liked that idea, so I wrote on your ass "Fuck me" Use me".

I turned you so your ass faced the door and I moved you about 8 feet away from the door, so anyone going to the restrooms would see you and could come in and have you if they wanted.

I went back to the table and ordered lunch. I watched the steady stream of customers that went to the back room and came back out 10 minutes later. I guess they used your ass and pussy a lot of times. 

When I finished my lunch, I returned to you. Cum covered your ass and face and hair. I felt your cunt and you were swollen and soaking with your juices and many loads of cum.

I almost took pity on you and released you, but I decided I didn't want to have to deal with helping you get cleaned up, and I wanted to go on to another museum anyway. But I decided to give you one last gift before I left.

I unzipped my slacks and pulled my cock out. I moved around you as I pissed all over your body. I washed some of the cum away with my hot piss and when I was finished I dried my cock off in your hair again and rubbed it one last time over your face. 

I zipped my slacks back up, took a business card and placed it in your purse. "Call me sometime" I said as I left you helpless there, ass in the air, covered in cum and piss, degraded for all to see and laugh at.

I'm glad you did, and I am looking forward to meeting you next week when I am back there. I have reserved a day for you and I have many ideas that I will find interesting to try on you. I don't know your reaction to some of them, but I really don't care. It's all about me anyway....what I want and desire...not you. You are just a cum slut and a whore that was made to be used and abused aren't you?

And I bet your cunt is getting wet and starting to twitch and throb at the thought of what will be done to you.

You are such a shameless and worthless cunt. Sometimes I wonder why I waste my time on you.



Museum Trip



All of the stress from my job and all of the traveling on the road was getting to me. I needed a break big time and I pulled off the interstate to see some countryside. As soon as I turned off the highway, I felt better. With the weekend ahead of me, I had no plans or any idea of where I was going, but it felt great. Late in the afternoon, I pulled into a rural town. Needing gas, I stopped at the local station and filled up. A flyer on the door promoted some celebration going on that weekend. I asked the attendant what was the event was all about. 

He was not very helpful, he seemed more stoned then interested. I did manage to get directions to a hotel. Being on the road all the time, I have been in several hotels, and they were not all that grade "A", even in some of the nicest cities. When I pulled up to, the front I was rather impressed, it was nicer then I had expected! I parked and went to check in. When I signed for my room the desk clerk turned into the information booth. He was very helpful with all I needed to know.

I settled into my room and went to find a bite to eat. It did not take long until my nose lead me out to the Stockade. It was a lively place with a bar and dance floor. Everyone was very friendly and I felt right at home. I finished dinner just as the band started. I paid my tab and made my way to the bar area. 

I grabbed a beer and sat back to enjoy the music. It was then I caught the eye of a woman across the room; she smiled and went on her way. After several more beers, it was time to leave. I had been on the road all day. As I stood to leave, a woman touched my arm. As I turned to saw it was the same woman, I had seen before. 

"Want to dance?" she asked. Even though I was tired, I was not about to turn down a spin with a lovely lady. We danced through two songs, the second a slower one, giving us some time to hold each other. Her tits pressed up against me. Her shirt fell open, revealing her gorgeous cleavage. I ran my hand across her back and felt her breath on my neck. As she teased the tip of her tongue up my neck, I wondered if she could feel the bulge grow in my jeans. 

When the song ended, we parted and she kissed me lightly on the lips, whispered, "thanks babe" in my ear, then walked away with a wink. I did not let it go to my head and passed it off as a young woman flirting with an older man. I went to my table and finished my drink then left to go back to the hotel. After a quick shower, I turned in. 

The next morning I decide to see some of the local sites. All through the day, I saw more flyers telling about the celebration... a dedication at the museum. The building had just completed its restoration and this afternoon was the grand opening. I asked some of the locals about it and they filled me in on the whole thing, more then I needed to know actually, but they were nice. It started at four.

I headed back to my room to rest. I woke up from my nap and figured I would clean up and head over. As I crossed the lawn to the front entrance, a young man with a nametag greeted me. He asked if I would sign in and handed me a program and brochure. He told me to enjoy my evening and if I had any questions to ask any of the personal with nametags like his.

The place was packed. As I walked around, I stopped to look at a photo exhibit. It started with pictures of the city very early and worked its way up to the present. It was then I let out a slight chuckle, I saw a picture of the same steakhouse I was in last night. It had been operating for about 70 years and was still hopping. 

"Did you find something funny?" someone asked behind me. Without looking I replied, "No, not really funny, just coincidental, I ate there last night!" When I turned I grinned, It was the woman from the bar I danced with the night before. I must have turned as red as her shirt. Her nametag identified her as Lisa she was the museum director. 

"Well," I said, "It looks like I put my foot in my mouth this time!" She just laughed and smiled. We both could see we were at ease with each other. Lisa was around 30, about 5'8" with short brown hair and blues eyes, she was a bit plump and even her red blouse could not hide her huge tits. 

She became my personal tour guide, showing me all the areas and exhibits at the museum. We made our way back to the great hall where a podium was set up. We walked toward the front where she had me sit in one of the reserved seats and asked if I would wait there until she was done. I nodded, yes, and she walked away. As Lisa walked to the podium, she stopped and whispered something to one of the other personnel. I saw her look at me over Lisa's shoulder and smile. 

Lisa took the podium and made her speech to the crowd, introducing the guest speaker. She came and sat beside me and when it was over there was a swarm of people around her. I felt a tap on my shoulder, as I turned I saw the woman Lisa had spoken to before her speech. She told me her name was Kristie and Lisa asked her to take care of me. The smile on her face made me wonder what she meant. Kristie was a bit younger then Lisa, about 5'5" with long brown hair and hazel eyes. She was average in build, but she still had great tits. 

Kristie took over, as my tour guide while Lisa was busy shaking hands and paying the bills as it were. Kristie mentioned a party that was going to be at Lisa's place and said that they would very much like me to come. I was about to decline but Lisa popped around the corner and convinced me to come. Kristie gave me directions and I headed back to the hotel.

After dinner, I changed clothes, freshened up a bit and left to go to the party. I followed the directions until I came to a long driveway, it lead to a white farmhouse surrounded by trees and some outbuildings. As I drove up, I found a parking spot on the edge of the yard, then got out and headed for the door. I could hear the music was loud and sounds of laughter. I knocked on the front door but no one heard, so I let myself in. There were people everywhere and from ages ranging from 20's to 60's. I walked around making small talk, but did not see Lisa or Kristie. 

A guy introduced himself as Dan and asked if I would like a drink. I followed him to the kitchen where he grabbed me a beer. I asked if Lisa was here and he said she was out in the back yard. He showed me the door to the deck and as soon as I got outside I heard someone say, "You made it!" It was Lisa.

Lisa threw her arms around me and gave me a huge hug. I was a bit shocked, but I went with it. Lisa led me out the back to a large open back yard. There was a large deck overlooking a bon fire with several people around it. She took my hand as we made our way over to it where she introduced me to some of her friends. She asked if there was anything I needed and told me to make myself at home then grabbed my ass as she headed back to house for a bit.

As I milled around talking to people I saw Kristie. She smiled and seemed glad I had made it to the party. We talked for awhile and I told her how good it felt to breakaway from the road and get away from the business types, I felt very comfortable with this crowd. She said she was glad I came out; Lisa was hoping I would make it, and asked me to stick around until later. As the night wore on and the crowd died down, I helped Dan pick up a bit. He had been a good friend of Lisa's since they were kids. He saw the last few people out and said he could clean up a bit more before he left. 

As I made my way outside again, I saw Lisa and Kristie by the fire. They were chatting and I did not want to interrupt so I wondered off down the yard out of sight of the lights to relive myself. When I turned back, I did not see them by the fire, they had gone in and I heard the screen door slam as they came back out with drinks. I headed back up the yard towards the fire to join them. They did not come back to the fire but the sounds of giggling caught my attention.

The giggles were coming from the other corner of the yard. I looked in that direction but there were no lights in that area. As I got closer, I could make out a trampoline. Lisa and Kristie were on it with their drinks, trying not to spill and full of giggles. They crawled over to the side and told me to come over. They handed me their drinks, leaving my hands full and proceeded to take turns kissing me, then each other, managing to unbutton my shirt in the process. They pointed out a table nearby and asked if could set their drinks down for them. I happily obliged, setting the glasses next to the bottle of rum already there, watching them kiss each other deeper and deeper. They had done this before, their hands were all over each other touching and groping. I leaned back against the table. It was as if I had my own private sex show in the making. It didn't take long till they helped each other peal their shirts off; showing lace bra's, after more kissing and fondling they discarded them also, pressing their large tits against each other in the moonlight. 

They suddenly broke their kiss and giggled, standing up they both started to bounce on the trampoline. There tits were bouncing up and down and side-to-side, I thought Lisa would be knocked out when her tits slap her face. They both fell to the mat and laughed so hard I thought they would pee themselves. I could not help but laugh with them. Lisa got up and crawled to me. I came up to her and she grabbed my collar, pulled me close and cupped my face. She drove her tongue into my mouth, and then backed off, grinning. She cupped her tits and pinched her nipples. Not to be outdone Kristie crawled up and pressed her tits to my face gripping my head and rubbing them all over me before backing up to kiss me. "I need a drink baby", she asked. I turned and grabbed their drinks and handed to them. They each took a drink. Lisa got on her knees and they were at each other again, drinks in one hand, tits in the other, but only for a moment. They stopped and sat there looking at me. "Aren't you going to get up here?" Lisa asked.

I kicked off my shoes and climbed onto the trampoline, the movement caused the girls to bounce and spill on their tits making them squeal and laugh even more. Then they turned to me and said in unison, "Now you have to lick us clean!" They came over to me, one on either side, and pressed their tits to my face. I did not need any better invitation. I licked and sucked each of their tits in turn and they peeled off my shirt, I played, squeezed, and sucked on their nipples until they were moaning for more.

The girls backed off and handed me their drinks again. Standing up on either side of me, they both held hands and started to bounce. Now it was my turn to wear the liquor. They laughed and took the empty glasses and hopped off the trampoline to set them on the table.

They came to the opposite side of the trampoline and slid themselves on top the canvas, and slowly, seductively made their way to the middle where they met with a kiss. It did not take long for the kiss to progress to caressing and nipple sucking. I laid back and watched as they began to pull at each other's shorts, working the buckles and snaps to get them loose. It was then I felt a hand urging me to help; I did not need a better invitation. I helped shed Lisa's shorts and then Kristie's only to find out neither one had any panties on. The girls went to work on me. It did not take long until they had my pants off, leaving me in my boxers and smirked as they went back to playing with each other again.

I knew at this point they were into the tease game and it turned them on as much as me, so I sat back to watch. They took turns slipping their fingers between each other's legs, I could see Lisa had a trimmed pussy and Kristie was shaven bald. They both were wet and ready for playtime. The girls did not waste any time. They flipped into a 69 and started to lick, suck and finger each other. 

I rolled off the trampoline and grabbed the rum, slipping my boxers off on the way. "Who wants some?" I asked, holding up the bottle. They both responded by looking up with wet faces. They rolled off each other and came to me. Taking the bottle in turn, they both took a large gulp of rum. As they gulped it down, I stepped back and asked, "Is there anything else you want?"

Both Lisa's and Kristie's eyes went right to my hard cock. They both licked their lips and crawled forward. They took my cock in their hands and took turns licking and sucking on it. They backed up, giving me room to join them on the trampoline. As I climbed back on, Lisa pushed me back so I was laying flat, then they both took turns stoking my cock as they made out. Then I felt Kristie's lips on me and they again took turns going down on me. I reached up and gently pulled each of their butts closer and began to tease and finger their pussies from behind. I had them wriggling around on my finger as the pussy juice ran down my fingers. I took time to pull one hand to my lips and lick it clean, before doing the same with the other, after returning my finger back to the wonderful wet hole from which it came. They both tasted so good, sweet and tangy. Just the way I like it. 

They had slowed down on sucking and stroking my cock while I fingered them with hard quick thrusts, of which I was glad, they had me on the edge a few times and I did not want to cum yet. They each gripped my thighs as I pounded their pussies with my fingers, the sounds of their wetness and their moans told me I was hitting the right spot. They were squeezing my thighs so hard it almost hurt, and they got louder and louder until they, both went silent. They could not breathe they were cumming so hard. I could feel them clamp down on my fingers, as they spasmed. Lisa gushed all over my hand and arm and Kristie had an orgasm as well. The naked girls collapsed on either side of me to catch their breath. 

I slid off the trampoline and headed for the house, the girls did not even budge. I grabbed some beer and returned to them. The bottle clanked as I got near and they rolled over. I opened the bottles and handed them each one. They sat up and drank down almost half of it. I guess they had built up a thirst. They looked at each other and the giggles returned. Kristie spoke up and said, "After that I think he has earned some play time, what do you think Lisa?" Lisa just nodded.

They pulled me up onto the trampoline and had me lie on my back again. They kissed and caressed me all over, brushing their tits along my body. They made their way to my ridged cock, of which was more then ready. The girls took me in hand, taking turns going down on me, gripping and sucking my balls. It did not take long until I was ready to blast, and they knew it. They did not let up, feeling I was so close they worked me faster and faster until I could not stop. I felt the cum rise from my balls as Lisa whipped around she startled me, and then plunged her pussy down on my cock. I could not stop from cumming deep inside her wet walls, and did not want to.

Lisa kept riding me, bouncing up and down, until she made me hard again. I could feel her hand rubbing her clit. Kristie was grinding her ass and pussy on my face in equal lustfulness. I was at their mercy, and I loved it. Kristie came first. Short and quick, gushing over my face and down my neck. She rolled off and I saw Lisa going into overdrive, her tits were slapping up and down. I reached up, gripped her nipples, and set her off. I could feel her cunt clinch my cock then warm thick cream bathe my balls. She slumped on top of me panting heavily. We rolled over and as I sat up, I could see Kristie playing with her pussy and nipples. 

I got up on my knees stroking my still hard cock and said, "Next!" Kristie did not wait. She got on all fours and pushed her ass up toward me opening her pussy. She was still wet. I dipped my cock in and sank it all they way. I started to slow ball her at first then picked up the pace. Then Lisa had joined us, slipping under Kristie in a "69" position, thrusting her pussy at Kristie's face, squeezing and pinching her nipples. I slapped Kristie's ass, making her yelp. I heard Lisa under her, "That's it baby, fuck her hard, slap her ass!" I could feel her tongue tease my balls as she lapped up the drips.

I pumped hard and fast into Kristie's hot wet pussy and slapped her ass several times, each time I could hear her let out a muffed scream, muffled because her face was in Lisa's lap, eating her pussy. I could feel my balls tense up and knew I was going to cum but I did not stop, I kept thrusting. I pushed hard and deep into Kristie as I emptied my load into her. The gush sent her over the top and she had the wettest orgasm I have ever been part of, it squirted from between us and all over us, we were soaked. We fell in a heap of sweat, cum and pussy juice on the trampoline. Cuddling together, we drifted off to sleep.



Museum Tryst



A seduction? I'm not sure I would call it that. Perhaps it was just finding the right woman - someone who wanted sex, someone who wanted to be fucked. Sex is too refined for what happened that Sunday. 

My wife was working. Trying to catch up from the week that never ends. And because of this, our usual swinging had come to an abrupt standstill. And for me? I slept in late and wandered to a museum just to get out. I guess some people call it a rutt. I call it a week without sex. And for me the museum offered some respite from thinking of it. 

Rarely did I go just for the art. Instead, wandering past the paintings and sculptures, I usually noticed a woman or two. Perhaps a tourist, or a housewife spending her afternoon while her husband golfed in the country. 

It was always the same. I noticed a pair of calves moving beneath a skirt or a breast, pressing against a blouse. No, I wouldn't stare, just notice. Perhaps walk at her pace through an exhibit while watching how she moved, how she enjoyed the art, how she stood. 

But on this day it was different. Yes, I wandered past some Monet's before seeing a blonde woman of medium height. Dressed in a light skirt and a white blouse with low heels on. I watched as she moved and followed her at a discrete distance. I watched to see which paintings she admired and viewed as how she regarded them. My own sex becoming semi-rigid as she adjusted her shoe at one point, her skirt riding up her thigh. She seemed to catch my eye for just a second before moving on.

At one point, I lost her around a corner when entering a room and thought my exhibit had ended. So instead I stopped in front of a large canvas to admire it. That's when I heard her voice. Soft and quiet; directly in my ear. "It's impressive isn't it?" 

Without turning I answered. "Beautiful. Inspiring." 

"It's amazing what we can see if we just stop and look for a moment." I nodded in response. 

"You seem to enjoy looking." 

I smiled to myself, unsure if she could see me or not. "It's one of life's simple pleasures."

I turned to look at her, and yes it was the same woman. "Would you like to get a cup of coffee?" I asked. 

"Is your wife golfing too?" She said, nodding at my ring. 

I laughed. "Working on a Sunday. You can't have it all you know." 

"I'm not sure about that," I heard her voice say as she looked away. 

We enjoyed a cup of coffee with short, terse words. Words that hid beneath our meaning. Words that at one point rolled into an invitation. Words that brought us both into a taxi to my wife's and my apartment. Words that brought her upstairs with the full knowledge of what was going to happen. Words that put her in the living room with a glass of wine as I silently and slowly opened her blouse to reveal a lacy white brassiere. Words that brought my hand up to caress the soft flesh above the lace and brought my lips to kiss her neck. Words that made a finger pull the thin fabric down around her breast revealing a pink nipple that contrasted against her pale, white skin.

I knew she would be pale. Her red hair and fair complexion told me in the museum she would be like some marble statue. As I took her nipple into my mouth and felt it's soft hardness and rolled it around on my tongue I knew her sex would be topped by a thin tuft of red hair. 

A small flame that would point the way to more pink flesh. I moved up and crushed her lips with mine, holding her by the base of her head, moving my fingers around her neck as my lips explored her, as my tongue caressed the small pearls of teeth. I watched her hand with the wine, moving backward, holding it by two fingers at the stem of the glass. 

I continued to unbutton her blouse, opening it to reveal her stomach and waist. I moved lower, kissing, caressing, tasting her flesh. I moved my hands to her ass, to feel the muscles work as she shifted to balance herself. I moved a finger to her nipple to tease and pull at it, to hear her moan above my actions. And finally, I moved my fingers to the small zipper at her side, pulling it down, feeling gravity pulling her skirt to her ankles.

And as I rose I grabbed her free hand and put it directly on my crotch. Closing my own fingers around hers, feeling her reaction as she closed her hand around me. She lowered herself to her knees and I watched as her blouse hung off her arms, as her bra failing to support her breasts any more, hung at her waist. I watched as I guided her hands to my zipper and her mouth to my cock. I watched as I held my own penis and guided it toward her mouth. I watched as her mouth opened tentatively and took just the tip in before the small pink tip of her tongue peeked its way out to touch me. I caressed her hair and her head as I pressed myself into her. And I watched as her mouth opened just a bit more to accept it. 

She was timid, and slow at this. Seemingly not sure of what to do. Or not totally comfortable with sucking a strange man's cock in a strange apartment. Not sure of having him guide her hands to his balls and his cock. Not sure she was any longer in control. I raised her up and kissed her. Tasting myself on her tongue, tasting her being unsure of kissing a man after sucking him. 

I pushed her back on the couch and slowly pulled her panties off. Small, lacy things that rolled into a thin ball as I lowered them past her knees. I opened her legs and moved my head into her sex. I held them slightly high as my mouth moved to the bright pink flesh, wet with her own juices, opening like some exotic flower. Any my own tongue flicking along the soft folds. I spent what seemed like hours taking my time to explore every little wrinkle before moving to the now stiff nub of her sex. Teasing, biting, exploring. I could feel her orgasm as her bottom lifted off the seat, allowing me to move a finger to her rear. A finger that augmented the steady probing of her cunt.

I could feel her clasp her ass in response, a mild no. But it continued anyway. Probing, testing, pushing, moving its way in. And when I looked up, I could see her true reaction. Her eyes rolling up, her mouth open in a silent moan, her own fingers teasing her nipples. 

And that's when I heard my wife. Laughing, kind, inquisitive, "and what have we here?" The poor woman pulled back, in the midst of an orgasm, but too shocked to enjoy it, not sure what was happening. 

"Ms. Penton, from the driver's license in your purse." Oh she was good, taking the time to rifle the poor woman's purse before entering the living room. The woman gasped, but it was too late. My wife had taken control of the situation. 

"No don't stop. I'll pick up that phone and make a quick call if you stop." Oh, that was good. "Better still, I want to see you suck my husband's cock as you play with your own pussy." 

The woman was in too much shock to do anything. "Go ahead. Or I'll make a call and tell your husband exactly what you're doing here." I stood beside the woman, my own pants in a pool around my feet. I watched my wife take the cordless from the cradle. "What would you like to do?" 

In response the woman leaned forward to take me in her mouth. "Say it," my wife warned. 

"Say what?" The poor woman asked, wondering what she had gotten herself into. "Say what you're going to do right now." 

"Suck him?" 

My wife smirked. "Oh come on, you can do better than that. It's not every day a woman gets caught cheating by another man's wife." 

The smirk turned into a sneer. "Now be a good little slut and tell me exactly what you are doing to do with my husband's cock while you finger your pussy!" 

The woman was in question, "I'm going to suck it?" She meekly said.  "Louder." "I'm going to suck his cock." 

"And?" 

"And?" Came her response? 

"And your pussy?" 

"I'm, I'm going to play with my pussy?" 

My wife smiled, "Oh that's good. Now why don't we try it again?" 

"I'm going to suck his cock and play with my pussy." "Again." "I'm going to suck his cock and play with my pussy." 

"Again." 

"I'm going to suck his cock and play with my pussy." My wife broke the little pattern they had set up. "Well then what are you waiting for? Suck his cock." Oh she was getting good at this. 

I felt the woman's mouth engulf me. Her eyes closed as I watched her fingers move to her own sex and I thought I heard a tear being stifled. And then I saw my wife began to remove her own clothes. She walked up to the woman and kneeled between her legs. Pushing her knees apart. The woman balked. She pulled her lips from my cock and tried to push my wife away. But she was already there. And I couldn't do anything but help. 

I grabbed the small hands of the woman and held them up as my wife began to feast on the wet, dripping pussy of some man's wife. I could feel her start to cum as my wife continued. I moved her hands to my cock, letting her instinctively grab it. I helped her stroke me, feeling the pressure build in my balls as I moved one of the small fingers to my ass, urging it in. 

I watched as the woman tried to move her finger away, but unable to as I pushed it in. And when I came, I came directly on her face. Watching that delicate face become covered in strands of white cum as my wife covered her pink lips with the juices from our innocent. 

Then my wife looked up at me. "I want you to fuck her." And she held the woman's lips open for me, guiding my cock into them, and into the depths of her cunt. As I entered her, my wife began the task of cleaning my cum from the woman's face with her own tongue and feeding them to our slut. Her hand reached out to my neck, pulling my own head down for a mixing of our three tongues.

I could taste my cum being rolled from tongue to tongue as my own cock buried its way into her. My wife's own hands grasping my shaft and playing with the woman's clit. I could feel the woman cumming again and again under the administrations of my wife and I . 

And then my wife pulled on the woman. Pulling her down onto the couch, urging her toward her own wet pussy. The woman resisted for a moment, before leaning into my wife. Timidly at first but then with all the force of some midnight dyke as I continued fucking her. 

This continued for the afternoon. Without a sound we introduced our poor guest into more sex than she had experienced in a lifetime of golf husbands and country clubs. And the final word was her willingness to return for another afternoon of wine and art…..