Night at the Museum

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."