4 comments/ 29883 views/ 2 favorites Night at the Museum By: FitJim Maria couldn't help wondering why she had come to the lecture. The bench below her arse was hard and uncomfortable, the room at the Met museum was freezing cold and she was surrounded by a bunch of oldies. The speaker was a professor of classics, over from Cambridge in England, in a tweed jacket and horn-rimmed spectacles. His name was Prof Albert George, and he was a leading expert in Roman and Greek history. Neither of these subjects were of much interest to Maria, a New York wife in her mid-20s with time to kill. That afternoon she had been at home while her husband watched television and ignored her. She wanted out of the house and had gone for a walk in Central Park. And here she was, at the museum, listening to a lecture on something she knew nothing about. At least it might be educational, she supposed. For half an hour the professor had been droning on about life in Roman times, and he was now bringing out a selection of antiquities from that period. He laid them out on the table in front of his audience of 50 or 60 people. There was a spade, used by Roman farmers. There was an ampulet, worn by a typical lady of the time. Here, he explained, was an original amphora which would have contained red wine in the 2nd century AD. And this, he said, was a dildo. "A dildo?" thought Maria. She woke up somewhat from a daydream. "You may be surprised to see such an artefact," explained professor George. "But sexual desire is not an invention of the 20th or 21st century. Such devices have been popular with the fair sex for many, many years." The object was made from solid pale marble, with a thick base and a smooth, polished surface. The head of the marble cock was circumcised and the length of the device was at least eight inches. "This is not to say that the length of the average male member has decreased over the centuries," he explained. "Rather, dildos and such devices have often been longer than the real thing." Maria was fascinated. She couldn't help thinking about the object and wondering how and when it had been used. Perhaps, nearly 2000 years ago, a Roman wife had inserted it into her pussy while her husband was out at work....as a centurion, perhaps, or a gladiator? Maria wondered whether the dildo had been used by many different women, over the years. The thought made her a little giddy and confused. The lecture was taking place in a vast hall with various marble statues along the walls and in the centre. Most of the statues were men, many without many clothes on, showing off their rippling torsos in various postures. The professor was still on the subject of Romans and sex. "Of course, that civilisation was responsible for the word 'orgy'," he said. "As often as not, a Roman orgy was more about excessive eating and drinking than sex, thus the word 'vomitarium' - where over-indulgent people could bring up their dinner and return for more food afterwards," said the professor. "Yet there was often a carnal element to such events. Drunk with wine and excitement, the Romans would often indulge in wife-swapping and what is now widely known as 'daisy chains'. That is, everyone would recline on cushions on the floor of the villa and start playing with one another. There was little public disapproval of such practices." Maria could not believe it. But she could feel that familiar tingle of excitement between her legs from the speech. Incredible. Here she was at a history lecture, and her pussy was becoming wet. Maria had only been married for three years but she was disillusioned. Her husband had wooed her assiduously but - now that he had her - he made little or no effort. Their sex life had dried up within the first year. The professor was still talking away. "Orgies did not only involve the swapping of sex partners between various consenting Romans," he said. "Often the host would bring along several slave girls or prostitutes who would be used at will by the guests. The practice of bukkaka, whereby a woman sits passively on the floor while several men masturbate and come on to her prone body, is often - mistakenly - attributed to Japan. In fact, the Romans had been doing this many centuries beforehand." The lecture then drifted on to other subjects, the Roman military, their road-building techniques, the use of underfloor heating and so on. After the speech, the professor was almost immediately surrounded by a thick throng of keen students. Maria wandered up to the table where the old artefacts were still lying. Her eyes were drawn straight away to the dildo. She reached out a hand, almost inadvertently, and started to brush the marble with her fingertips. She knew, straight away, that she wanted the dildo. Decisively, she grabbed it and stuffed the long, hard object in her handbag. She glanced up. No one had seen her. Maria didn't know what she was doing or why. She had never used a dildo or vibrator in her life - and she rarely even masturbated. But she knew that she wanted that thing inside her as fast as possible. She hurried out of the room and headed for the public toilets, passing below a big archway and down a hall. It was an evening event so the museum was almost empty apart from the lecture audience and a few bored members of staff. As she walked, all she could think about was Romans, and orgies, and the marble cock. Reaching the toilets, she went to the furthest stall and locked the door behind her. Maria unclipped her jeans and dropped them so they were around her ankles. With her left hand she started to stroke her pussy lips through her white knickers. She was already wet and the material was quite damp with her excitement. With her right she fished in her handbag for the object and pulled it out. Still standing, she moved her legs apart and pulled her knickers down, so that her dark hairy pussy was exposed. She started to rub the end of the dildo up and down her labia. At first she recoiled from the touch of the marble, which was cold - almost like ice. But it seemed to warm up as she stroked it up and down her lips. Greedily, she pushed it against her hole, which opened up to accommodate the stone cock-head. Inside it slipped, so wet was her pussy, filling her up with cold marble. It felt good inside her, so thick and large - much larger than the useless penis of Tony, her husband. So this was why women used dildos! Maria started to breath heavily as she worked the dildo in and out of her pussy, which was feeling wetter and wetter. It was hard doing this from a standing position, so she lay down on the floor with her head beside the toilet. There was not much room, so she had to lift her legs and place both feet up on the wall. "What if someone sees me, what if they have CCTV?" she thought to herself, blushing suddenly. But her desire was too strong to stop. On the floor, with her legs wide open, it was much easier to insert the stone cock. She gripped it hard and stuffed it into herself, harder and deeper, while using her other hand to stroke her clit. The little pearl was hard with her arousal, and she could soon feel an orgasm starting to build deep inside her. She imagined that she was being fucked by a centurion, a big, manly, sweaty Roman soldier, she then imagined that she was sat on the floor while six men stood around her, jerking off on to her tits and stomach. These pictures in her head were enough to send her over the edge. She felt her legs clamping over her hand and her pussy muscles squeezing tight....and then...glorious release. Maria had been moaning louder and louder, no longer caring who might hear her. Now she let out a yelp of pure pleasure as she rode the orgasm, still pumping herself with the toy. She must have fainted, or knocked herself out - or something more strange had happened. Because, when she got up from the floor, tucked the dildo back into her handbag, pulled her knickers and jeans up and brushed herself down...she left the restroom...and checked her watch. It was midnight. Christ! she thought. How the hell did that happen. Back in the museum, the lights were dim and no one was around. "Oh my God, they must have locked up," she thought to herself. When she reached the main entrance her fears were realised. The gates were locked, bolted and padlocked. It was going to be a long night, she thought to herself. What she did not know at that point was that it was going to be the best night of her life. Night At The Museum A crisp fall walk turns into a heated sexual encounter at the art museum. Thanks to everyone who continues to listen and support my work! * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (20.5 min/mp3) * * * * * Night at the Museum Ch. 02 Maria looked up at the big gates of the museum and felt like crying. There really was no way out. She would have to wait until daybreak, which was hours and hours away. Maria wondered despondently what time the museum would open. Maybe the cleaners would arrive at 5am, she thought, but that was still a long way away. And what about Tony, her husband? He probably wouldn't even notice that she was missing, the fat lazy drunkard, he was probably fast asleep in front of the television, watching a baseball game or something. She began to feel a little nervous, there in the near-darkness with only some dim illumination from the night lights in the vast hallway. As she walked back into the museum, she could hear her own feet clattering against the hard floor of the museum. The only other noise was the distant hum of an electric generator, far away in this huge building. As she walked she opened her bag to make sure that the Roman dildo was still there. The big, heavy object was still tucked away where she had left it after masturbating in the restroom. The thought of it was strangely reassuring - and still alluring. There was something compelling about the object, and for a moment she thought about going back to the restroom for another session with the toy. Instead, she wandered to her right towards the Egyptian section. The Metropolitan Museum of New York is famous in the world of antiquities for its priceless collection of Egyptian artefacts - not least an entire stone-by-stone recreation of a tomb where a prince was buried 3,000 years ago. She examined the hyroglyphics on the walls of the tomb, tiny carvings of birds, strange symbols and little characters. "I wonder what it all means," she asked herself. There were some mummies as well, which made her shudder slightly. The room was a bit creepy, and she decided to head elsewhere. "I suppose I could take in a little culture while I'm stuck here," she thought. "It's not like I can get any sleep here or do much else." For what seemed like ages - but was probably only half an hour - Maria explored the museum, looking at Byzantine art, ancient Christian glasswork (taken from European churches), "primitive" wooden figurines from west Africa, some of them contemporary, and many other things beside. Eventually she wound up in the area where she had attended the evening lecture on ancient Rome. The chairs had all been put away and cleared. There was no sign that a hundred people had been sat there only a few hours earlier. This time, Maria took her time to look more closely at the many objects in the room. There were amphoras, and beautiful metal necklaces, and bowls made from crystal and stone. One necklace took her fancy - it was made of silver, with a centrepiece of green stone in mosaic set in more silver. She wondered what it would look like on her lower neck, above her ample cleavage. Maria had been an awkward teenager, and was rarely - if ever - asked out on dates. No one had ever told her that she had a wonderful pair of breasts, mainly because no one else had seen them. As a young woman she had dressed awkwardly, in clothes which covered up her ample figure. She worried about her wide thighs and heavy bottom. Until Tony, she had never had a boyfriend, and no one had ever told her the truth - that she was a sexy young thing. True, there were prettier girls, and thinner girls. But, and this is the objective truth, Maria's 36 DD breasts were more wonderful than she had ever realised. And, now in her 20s, she had blossomed. She went to look at the statues, which were scattered around the room in various poses. She was drawn, in particular, to one in the centre of the hall, a young man, with a garland of marble leaves around his head, totally naked, posing on a small podium. Stood next to the statue, she could see the skill of the artist, who had depicted every muscle and twist of his torso and every feature of his beautiful head and face. Idly, she ran a hand across the stomach of the statue - completely flat it was, and so hard and toned - and down between his legs. The stone-carver had made his genitals very small, she thought. Or maybe he was just very slight all over. She stroked his buttocks, which were tight and rock-hard. If only Tony looked like this, she thought to herself. He's like a God. A stone God from ancient times. He seemed to be staring down at her with an impassive, arrogant look in his handsome features. Suddenly, she felt an incredible impulse deep inside her. To touch him further, and to lick his body. "This is ridiculous," she thought to herself. "What on earth are you about to do?" But she was unable to resist the urge, and leant forward to press her face against the statute. Holding it by the buttocks, she ran her tongue up the nearest thigh and up to the marble testicles and cock. "I can't believe I'm doing this, what about CCTV, what the hell am I doing," she thought as she began to lick the stone penis in front of her face. Maria did not have much experience of giving head, but she sucked and licked against the impassive stone, imagining that it was a real man, a sexy man. Bizarre, she thought. I don't remember the penis being erect. Surely, three minutes ago, it was just a small flaccid thing. But now, no doubt about it, the statue's cock had risen to six inches or so within her mouth. It was still marble, that was true, but it felt warmer, less stone-like than before. Often when you find yourself in a strange situation you carry on regardless. Sometimes it is easier to continue than to ask too many questions. And that was exactly what Maria did, as she found herself fellating the full six inches of hard stone which had risen from the statue. With one hand she stroked the statue, feeling the hard ridges of his abs and pecs, so strong and hard. The muscles in his thighs, athletic and strong, hmmmm that is good, she thought. The situation was so unusual, so horny, that she started to stroke herself between her legs with her left hand. She rubbed through the material of her jeans, feeling her arousal hot and damp under her clothing. Still she sucked and licked the stone manhood which was in her mouth. With the stone cock deep inside her, she looked up at the statute....his face was still immobile, impassive, showing no emotion at all. Maria was so horny that she reached down to undo her jeans, slipped them down her thick legs, and then dropped her knickers. She was now too horny to care. Reaching inside her handbag, she pulled out the stone dildo, and started to rub it against her hot pussy. Still sucking the stone erection, she began to work the dildo into her cunt again. She was so horny that the big marble phallus slipped into her easily, opening her up, easing itself into her. She gripped it greedily, stuffing it in and out of herself. There she was, with one stone cock in her vagina, and another in her mouth. So this was what it would be like to have a threesome, she thought to herself. Well, something like this. She could feel an orgasm starting to build deep betwen her legs as she pumped the marble in and out of her quim. Just then, something strange happened. Maria felt two hands grip her head. What the hell, she thought? She carried on fellating the big hard cock, which felt warmer and warmer in her mouth. Looking up, she had an incredible shock. No longer was it a statue, looming above her, but a man - a living breathing flesh-and-blood man. "Keep sucking", said the man. "I'm really close to cumming in your mouth." Maria was so startled....the statue....made of marble and stone...was now a human...alive...so she kept on sucking and licking, even as the man gripped her head even harder in her hands. She kept pumping the stone dildo into her hole, rubbing her clit with her spare hand as the dildo slipped almost entirely up between her lips, disappearing into her widening pussy. "I'm nearly there," said the voice. "I want you to swallow the whole lot." And with that, she felt a spasm inside her mouth, and the cock began to jerk within her cheeks and lips, spraying jet after jet of warm liquid into her mouth and throat. Like a good Catholic girl, she carried on sucking, swallowing as streams of spunk hit the back of her throat, swallowing down all of the cum as the statue - or was it a man - came in her mouth. Maria felt his hands tighten around her head as he came in streams and streams inside her mouth. Maria carried on pumping the stone dildo into her cunt, pushing it hard inside her as she felt her own orgasm build. She clenched tightly around the toy as she felt herself tipping over the edge. Oh my goodness, that feels amazing, she thought to herself as the orgasm flooded through her body. "My God, that's good," came the Italian-accented voice from above. "I haven't cum for hundreds of years, please excuse me," it said, as she felt the white liquid spilling out of the corners of her mouth and on to her chin. There was too much cum for her to swallow the whole lot. Down her chin it dribbled, dripping down on to her front. Maria looked up, to see the beautiful face of an Italian man, the same face as the statue, yet now, somehow, alive. "What on earth is happening," she asked, releasing the cock fro her mouth and pulling the dildo out from between her legs. The marble object was slick and wet with her pussy juices. "Welcome to the museum," said the man. "I am Max. I am going to enjoy getting to know you. And your name is?" Night at the Museum Ch. 03 Maria could hear the sound of her own, heavy breathing against the silence of the vast museum around her. She looked up at Max, standing in front of her, his cock still half-swollen. He looked incredible, with his hard abs and pecs, hardly a trace of fat on his body. He smiled at her, effortlessly. His eyes were dark and...somehow wise...despite his young appearance. Just a second ago that cock was in my mouth, between my lips, she thought to herself. And, my God, it felt good. She still had the taste of his thick, white cum inside her mouth. She swallowed, hard. This was so crazy, but she could not stop it. When Max came up to her and started to kiss her on the lips, she responded immediately. She closed her eyes as he held the back of her head and slipped his warm tongue into her mouth. Their tongues danced, wet and hot, as their bodies pressed into one another. Soon Max was pulling off her shirt, and then unclipping the back of her bra, which fell to her waist. Her big, heavy breasts were squashed up against his tight, muscular torso. Her eyes still closed, she felt him kissing her neck, her ears, her shoulders and down to her ample cleavage. His tongue searched across the skin of her breasts and he began to tease, lick and tweak her nipples with his mouth. It was strange, she thought, how that always aroused her. She felt wet, even wetter, between her legs. As if sensing this, he began to stroke his hand against her thighs and up to her damp knickers, pressing against her mound. She opened her legs a fraction, to allow his fingers to probe her further. "I'm ready again," he told her, somewhat brusquely. "I want to take you. On the floor." Max indicated for Maria to get on her knees on the cold, marble flooring. She reached out so her hands were in front of her. Quickly, he took her knickers and began to pull them down towards her knees. "I can still stop this," thought Maria. "I've never cheated on Tony before. This doesn't have to happen. I can still say no. I'm a married woman, after all. Unhappily married, but I took those vows. Maybe I should just tell Max that this is wrong, that I'm not that kind of girl?" All around her she could see the figures of Roman statues, Greek statues, their graceful figures silhouetted against the amber glow of the night-lights. It was as if she was being watched by dozens of eyes, she thought to herself. Almost eery. She felt flushed and incredibly horny. Needy, too. She wanted Max's cock inside her, filling her. But wsn't that wrong? Maybe she should cut her losses and leave. Yet it was too late. She felt Max's hands pry her buttocks apart. And then there was the hardness of his manhood pressing against her hot, hairy pussy lips. She could no more stop what was about to happen as....as...and then it happened. She felt his meat pressing between her lips, and felt herself open up to him as he eased himself into her. When Max was buried deep inside his hole, he stopped. As if getting used to the feeling of her tight grip on his pole. And then the familiar motion started, slowly at first, then a little quicker, as he began to fuck her. Max held one of her buttocks tightly and with the other gripped her shoulders and neck. Maria's big, heavy tits swung backwards and forwards in time with his motion. He began a rhythmic, tight pattern of in-out, in-out, in-out. She was so wet that he slipped in and out of her easily. Maria noticed how noisy it seemed in that vast, empty museum, a lewd, slippery symphony....his grunts, her moans, and the squelching of her pussy as he thrust in, and out, in and out. She had forgotten about Tony, about the museum CCTV, about the fact that...Max...what was he?...a statue...a human...he certainly felt human, as he held her tight and thrust. He fucked her in that position for a good 10 minutes, never slowing, always keeping up the tight, repetitive rhythmn. He could hear his breathing, hot and loud, from behind. Sometimes he lifted himself up, on tiptoes, to thrust down into her from above, a new angle she had never experienced before. And then he would return to the old-fashioned doggie position. She could feel an incredible sensation deep inside her, something she had never felt before. It built slowly, but surely. It was intense, but so incredibly pleasurable. Maria had never had an orgasm before. But, slowly but surely, it was happening. Max reached his hand under her legs and started to stroke her clit, in time with his strokes. She felt his balls banging against her buttocks. And then there was the probing hardness of one of his fingers against her other hole. Surely not!? she thought. This had never happened before. But surprisingly easy, her arsehole opened up to his finger, and she felt a strange mix of pleasure and discomfort as he pushed it right into her. And then, there was the hot rush of fluid deep inside her as he emptied herself. With that, she was over the edge, the intense pleasure had overwhelmed her, and she cried out in ecstacy. As Max spurted into her, in wave after wave, he kept pumping, gripping her body hard as he emptied his entire load deep inside her. "You'll have to forgive me, it's been a hell of a long time," said Max, as he gave his last, final pumps. "Imagine my frustration, watching all those beautiful women coming and going in the museum. And being unable to do anything about it....and then you come along. Forgive me if I seem over-excited." With one last shove, that was it. Max withdrew from Maria and stood in front of her, as she remained on her hands and knees, trying to get her breath back. He fed his cock, still engorged and pink with excitement, back into her mouth. "I want you to taste my cum again," he told her. "And also your own cum." She licked him, slowly savouring their combined juices which covered the length of his erection. This was going to be one incredible night, she began to realise. "Now, my darling," said Max. "It's time for a drink. A special drink. Let me go and get an amphora for us both." She began to ask a question, but he silenced her with a finger to her lips. "No time for chat," he said. "And no questions. It really is far, far too complicated."