Love (F**k) the one you’re with: 4> Erotic night at the museum
written by:
Chris-t6290

Story outline: On a dare from Amy, his girlfriend, Brian stayed behind at a local museum. One which, on that particular night, was rumoured to be haunted. It isn't, not as such, however, the exhibits have a way of coming to life.

When the planets are in a certain alignment, and the moon is full, it's rumoured that, strange things happen at a certain museum.

"Go on, Brian. I'll let you fuck me in my bottom if you do," Amy encouraged, knowing that Brian, her boyfriend of four months, had been dying to stick his long hard dick up her ass from the onset of their relationship.

"You really mean it, you're not teasing me," he rejoined, not sure if Amy would actually go through with it, if he did as she'd dared him.

Brian had heard an urban legend that, on a certain night, their local museum was haunted. Karen Prendegast, the museum's curator, had also heard the tale and more, and was determined not to let anyone stay there after she had locked up for the night, Saturday, especially as the museum didn't open again until Monday.

"I swear, Brian, cross my heart," she assuaged him and did so with her right hand.

"It'll mean staying through Sunday. What'll I do for food?" he worried.

"Think of it as a camp out. Take some canned food and a small gas burner, cans of drink, even," Amy persisted, and Brian readily agreed.

"You've checked everywhere," the curator enquired of the four, day guards. In view of the rumour, Ms Prendegast had given the night guard the weekend off.

"Yes...everywhere," they confirmed.

"Okay, let's lock it down, then," she instructed them. And minutes later, with the local silent alarm set, Karen bid them goodnight and then exited the building and locked the front doors.

‘Right, well, that's a relief,' she comforted herself, and promptly made her way down the steps, which lead up to the museum, just as Brian emerged from where he'd concealed himself from the guards.

What with most of the lights being turned off, Amy's boyfriend switched on the torch he'd brought.

Outside, and at the bottom of the steps, the curator couldn't help but turn and give a reassuring look towards the museum, noticing, as she did, the flicker from Brian's illuminator.

"Wow! I've got the whole place to myself," he thought aloud, with no one to hear or eject him, unaware, as he ambled around, that Ms Prendegast was, at that very moment, scurrying up the steps in her heeled shoes and would soon be unlocking and opening the door and looking for the intruder; Brian.

What with it being a silent alarm, Brian didn't hear the usual sound he would expect; his dad managing a local shop, one that he'd worked in off and on.

Rather than alert whoever it was by turning on the museum lights, Karen, having found one of the guard's torches, took it with her as she went off to where she had seen the light from outside; the 2nd floor.

"Where the hell are you," Ms Prendegast exclaimed to herself, as she looked for any sign or reflection of the beam, making sure, as she searched, not to touch any of the exhibits.

What Karen, much to Brian's naivety, knew, was, the museum wasn't haunted per se. Instead, and on this particular night, if a statue was touched, it would come to life, something she needed to convey to the hapless intruder before there was a chance of him accidentally doing just that.

"There you are," she intoned, having finally caught site of Brian's dormant torch while he crunched one of the juicy Gala apples he'd brought with him.

"YOU! Yes, you," Karen called out. "I know you're in there, and I've got a good idea as to why."

Upon hearing that, Karen's cry, Brian extinguished the torch. He then, figuring that she'd reason he had moved elsewhere, instead remained still and quietly finished his apple.

"There's nothing to see. Nothing's going to happen. The museum, far from what you may have or not heard, isn't haunted, alright. Come on, be a good person and come out. I guarantee I won't call the police."

After a few minutes had past, and Brian none impressed - he quite adamant on collecting his dare from Amy - Karen raised her voice a level.

"Okay. It's clear you're not scared. I dare say you'll be hungry, though. I only had a sandwich for lunch myself, so, what do you say, end this joke from whoever put you up to it and we'll get something to eat - my treat," Karen added, convincingly.

Brian was no fool. He realised from her offer that something was certainly amiss. If not the haunting, then what; why was the female curator dead set on him not being in the museum that night?

"Whenever my friends and I visited the museum, you've always been a right bitch," Brian finally made himself known.

‘A boy. Well, I suppose that figured,' Karen surmised, just as the clock began to chime. One, two, three...six and SEVEN!

"Shit!"

‘Shit, shit, shit, fucking shit,' her mind panicked, as the second evening hour struck.

"Look, whoever you are, we need to leave now."

"Why? If the museum's not haunted, there's nothing to get het up about. Nice though your offer is, I've brought some food and a small gas burner," Brian jollied.

More silent minutes passed as Karen, needing to get the young man and herself safely outside, mulled over telling him the truth about the exhibits.

"Have you got a girlfriend?"

"Yes, thank you. It was she who put me up to it," Brian trilled, intent on collecting on her reward for the dare.

‘Damn, offering him my body's out of the question.'

‘Looks like there's only one thing for it, the truth. Yes, I'm sure I can get him to understand.

"Look, whoever you are, you're right. On this particular night, the exhibits can come to life."

‘Yeah, right, they haven't done so far,' Brian realised to himself.

"So, just come here to me, my voice, but don't touch any of the exhibits." Karen's voice filled with notable concern.

Where he'd found himself, was the ancient world room. Among the statues were Cleopatra, Alexander and Mark Anthony.

"You mean, if I were to touch one..." Whereupon, and as he said it, Brian extended his hand and teased his fingers in front of the noble Queen's white robe.

"Don't you dare!" the female curator shouted, her voice causing Brian to jump and his fingers actually touch Cleopatra's robe. Quickly retracting them, he looked up to see if there was any movement - a street lamp through the window bathing her voluptuous torso and head. None.

‘The fucking, lying, bitch,' he realised. ‘I bet the cunt's called the police as well,' Brian resigned himself.

Realising his parents would be none too pleased, Brian slung his carryall over his shoulder and announced that he was coming out; his voice somewhat dejected.

"That's the ticket, and I meant what I said about the hot meal. Just don't be touching any of the exhibits."

‘Don't touch, don't touch...!' Brian iterated the curator's mantra.

‘Fuck it, I'll give her don't touch.' And with that, he encompassed the Queen's right boob with his hand and stepped away.

Waiting for something to happen, if that it would, and what with the room being in almost darkness, Brian nudged Alexander just as Karen approached.

"How old are you," she demanded, shining the torch in his face.

"Watch it, you lying bitch," Brian responded, shielding his eyes from the beam, which fell on Cleo' - just as there was the faintest of movement.

"Oh no, you didn't...you did."

"What!" exclaimed Brian.

"See for yourself," Karen rejoined and quickly rushed to turn on the lights.

Sure enough, the Egyptian Queen was moving, coming to life as Karen had warned. And as Brian stepped back, his backpack caught up with her lover's sword. Rooted, almost to the spot, he wrestled the carryall from the statue, however, not before he touched the warrior's drawn weapon.

"Stay where you are, don't move." Karen's voice beseeching him to remain still, and above all else, calm. A request not easy when a Roman prince is animating.

"Where is this? Who are you? Kneel before me," Cleopatra enjoined of her subjects; Karen and Brian.

Just then, the pent up sexual energy, dormant in her regalness for just over 2,000 years, slowly came to the fore.

"Where are my manservants," she demanded.

"I think she means," Karen, in her humble bowed position, whispered to Brian.

"You mean all that stuff is true," Brian lowly exclaimed, recalling the bit about the Queen having a predilection for fellating cock, just as Mark Anthony shrugged his shoulders.

"There you are" he announced, before demanding to know where by Mars he was.

"What a strange place and such strange clothes," Prince Alexander voiced his observance, in particular that of the pairs 21st century garb. Brian wearing a short jacket, fleece red check shirt, blue jeans and a pair of black Nike trainers while Karen was resplendent in a fawn skirt suit, a white blouse and slingbacks with a modest 4" heel.

"Is this permanent," enquired Brian, of the museum's curator, his voice giving little away.

Stood up, he approached the Queen, intent on being her ‘manservant', if only for the night. Amy, definitely the furthest thing from his mind. But then, who else in history could compare to someone so famous, so regal.

"What would you have me do, your highness," Brian, having dispensed with his backpack, enquired of her.

"You! Yes, you, handmaiden." Karen pointing to herself, as much as to say me. "You're overdressed for my liking," Cleopatra enjoined, only for her Princely lover to tap the flattened out blade of his sword in his palm encouragingly.

With her skirt and jacket removed, Karen stood in a white blouse, one that her shapely bra-less breasts tilted against. Below that she wore a garter belt, stockings with a broad lace top and a thong, all black as where her shoes.

"Those are strange clothes," the queen observed, only for Ms Prendegast to summon up the courage to speak.

"Look, your highness, it's like this, you're all in the far off future; 2012 to be precise. Some planetary alignment has made it possible for you to come alive when you're touched - thanks to this young lad!" she elucidated. However, and before Karen could make the point that none of the other exhibits were moving...!

"Curb your insolence, girl, or I'll have Mark Anthony cut out your tongue. And you, boy, remove your bottoms, let me get at that cock of yours," she demanded, adding a lascivious smile.

‘Fuck, they're randy as hell,' Karen realised, and she stood there in her undies, something that hadn't escaped the attention, and I do mean attention, of the Roman warriors, who's skirts flinched in horny recognition.

With his jeans down, and they, along with his shoes, off, Brian's beige boxer shorts looked in keeping with the attire of the Queen's time.

Having unclasped her cumbersome robe, she was soon knelt before Brian - his shorts down and a quite impressive cock between her warm silk like lips.

‘I'm not dreaming, I'm not dreaming, I'm not dreaming,' Brian quickly told himself. ‘I'm not dreaming!' he realised, as she took his long cock all the way in and down her royal throat. And as Cleo', her hands on his firm buttocks, drew her ‘manservant' back and forth, her regal breasts, unencumbered by a means of support, likewise pressed against his lower thighs. ‘I'm so not fucking dreaming,' Bria granted himself one last realisation, as he looked down upon the image of the regal queen knelt before him, his cock disappearing and then reappearing as she fellated his warm muscular weapon.

No sooner was a nearby table cleared, than Karen, her blouse removed and her thong drawn to one side, was bent over it, her mouth being fed Mark Anthony's strong turgid phallus while her pussy received a regal licking from Alexander. ‘My clit, lick my clit,' her mind urged, only to remember that its sexual import wasn't realised until the last century. Indeed, it was in 17th century England, around the time of Oliver Cromwell, in fact, that witchfinder general's were of the mind that a woman's prominent clitoris was the mark of Satan.

Short of anything untoward occurring, Karen reached beneath herself and began rhythmically stroking her now horny stalk; she, too, enamoured to be desired by two of history's foremost warriors and leaders.

"Here, let me," Alexander proffered. And as he continued lashing his tongue in and around Karen's ever wet pussy, he pleasurably stroked her throbbing stalk - the collective effects of which, soon had her cumming.

"Hermngh," the museum curator spluttered.

Upon hearing that, Mark Anthony withdrew himself.

"Fuck, you've made me cum. Stick your cock in there now, fuck me with it," she intoned, before surrounding Cleo's lover's cock with her lips so that she could be spit fucked by the pair.

"What is fuck!" Cleo demanded to know, having released Brian's saliva-slick cock, albeit momentarily.

"Well, your highness, it's what they, we are doing. You sucking my cock, we call that fucking," Brian informed her eloquently.

"Would you like to ‘fuck me'," she suggested, and promptly got on her hands and knees before the lad, her royal bare ass sticking up in the air.

‘Surely she doesn't mean for me...!' Brian wondered to himself, only for Cleo to say: "In my bottom." The royal cunt being otherwise reserved for nobles and the such.

‘I better get this right, otherwise...!' Brian's thoughts concerned that his head may just end up on one of the warriors swords if he didn't.

Braced on her lower legs and right hand, Cleo extended the left one behind her naked body - she wore no cover over her dark hairy mound - and flexed her left ass cheek invitingly open for Brian's cock, which he cautiously nudged against what was surely a tight opening. Sure enough, and with some perseverance, his cockhead eased past the royal anal ring. He then slid more than slithered a bit more in and then slightly withdrew it, continuing like this, with some semblance of encouragement from the woman his erection was probing, until it was balls deep inside her rectum.

"Fuck, yes," she moaned, and getting Brian to remain quite still, the venerable Queen fucked herself back and forth on the iron like rod of a cock that was deep inside her royal bottom; her asshole.

"You like my cock in your ass, yes," Brian crooned - ever more confident, while wondering to himself if collecting his reward for the dare would be just as exhilarating.

"My ass, yes, fuck my ass, fuck my ass, do it deep in my ass," Cleo impelled him; whereupon, Brian grasped her waist and fucked the royal Egyptian Queen's anus hard and deep, his groin soon making slapping noises whenever it struck her shapely backside.

"Mark Anthony, Alexander, try this on the hand maiden," Cleo called to them.

"Try what," Karen rejoined, her mind, more than that of her head, lost in a haze of orgasms having had both the warrior's cocks in her now swollen doused pussy.

Coming over to see what she meant, they not expecting Brian to dare be inside her pussy, they each stroked their chin with a degree of wonder at Brian's cock sliding in and out of Cleo's shapely bottom.

"That most certainly is different," observed Alexander, who then quickly returned to Karen. Mark Anthony, on the other hand, decidedly remained, full of the hope he'd get to probe the royal cunt with his rigid fleshy weapon.

"Hard as ever, I see," she marvelled, before beckoning him close to her mouth; whereupon, Cleo soon had her lips around her lover's shaft.

"You want to what!" exclaimed Karen, in stark response to the Prince's expectation of drilling her tight asshole.

"Oh, alright, then. If you must you must," she intoned agreeably, as, once more leant across the table, Ms Prendegast reached both her hands behind her and offered Alexander her gapping ass to fill, ream and fuck.

"Fuck! I didn't realise just how, fuck! Big you were," she exclaimed, as his cock burrowed and slithered inside her tight compact backside.

"Easy now, take it slow. Maybe stroke my clit, some more," Karen both appealed and urged the Prince, as he pushed deeper into her anal dungeon, but with none of Brian's measured finesse towards Cleopatra.

"Fuck, you are big, so fucking big, so fucking big in my tight fucking ass," she gasped, as his cock finally settled; almost dormant like.

Meanwhile, and only a few short yards away, Cleo's naked body was crouched over Mark Anthony, her royal cunt indeed impaled on his long erect shaft. "Ooo yes, fuck me, fuck me," she urged, in between fellating Brian and getting a taste of her ass from his iron hard dick.

‘Man, she's definitely got a hunger for cock,' he realised, only for Cleopatra to shortly motion him back behind her. ‘Wow! They did DP back then,' he thought, with an exclaimed amazement, as within seconds his cock was once more up her tight ass while she fucked herself on Mark Anthony's pulsating erection.

"Fuck me, fuck me with your cocks, my ass and my...what is where Anthony is?" she enquired.

"That's your pussy, your cunt, if you like."

"Fuck my cunt, and you, fuck my ass," Cleo' enthused, as an orgasm welled up inside her regal body.

"Fuck, yes, like that...Something strange is happening," she was quick to realise.

"That's your body responding pleasurably," Brian informed the Queen who's ass he was indeed pleasurably railing.

"Fuck my ass, fuck my ass, fuck my ass," Karen cried out, her voice elevated as she was gripped by an orgasm of her own. And with the absence of a cock in her cunt, Alexander had his fingers, down to the bridge of his thumb, fucking the hand maiden's shaved wet quim.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, yes, emngh," she cried out, as the blast took her over.

Pleasurably satisfied, if only momentarily, Cleopatra called the Prince and her handmaiden over. The Queen then sucked each man's cock, enjoying the varied taste from whichever one as she did so. After that, and having sat on the floor, her legs and thighs apart and her left hand behind her for support, Cleopatra beckoned her handmaiden, Ms Prendegast, to her.

With Karen genuflected on her lower legs in front of the animated Regal statue, Cleo took her left hand in her right and directed the closed pointed fingers to her hairy snatch. Almost smiling from the pleasure of her recent orgasm, the Queen slid the curator's fingers into her royal pussy. She then directed Karen to fuck her with them - down to her wrist.

"Fuck, yes, like that, maybe use your tongue on me," she enjoined; whereupon, and leaning forwards and lowering her head, Karen realised she had little choice but to obey.

"You, manservant," Cleo uttered, "put your cock in her ass," she insisted.

‘Most certainly,' he agreed, and without hesitation; after which, the noble Queen fellated her military subjects, going from one to the other, back and forth, sucking and stroking, and all while Karen, bowed before her, Brian's cock firmly up and reaming her royal asshole, fisted the Queen's horny wet pussy and licked her distended clit.

"Emn fuck, yes. You do that quite well," Cleo commended Ms Prendegast, before continuing with her feast.

This time when, at her hand maiden's ministrations, she came, it wasn't with the previous hoop-la. Also, and with her mouth sucking the royal clit, Karen managed a low murmur when Brian, his fingers agitating her stalk, made her climax just as the clock chimed nine!

"Now, I want both my warriors to fuck me," the Queen of Egypt announced; after which, and having taken her hand maiden's cum wet hand from her sodden cunt, Cleo, with Alexander beneath her, her ass riding up and down his rod, had the Roman general, her lover, spear his weapon deep into her cunt to acclaimed cries of ‘fuck'.

Withdrawing themselves from the regal scene, one that may well have looked out of place in ancient times, Brian again enquired if their animation, their coming to life, was permanent.

"How the fuck do I know," Karen snapped.

"Come on, Ms Prendegast, you knew what would happen if they were touched," the young lad, now feeling somewhat abandoned, intoned.

"And that's all I knew, besides, you've been...you know," Intimating her ass, and with a non-plus expression.

"Oh yeah, and not as tight as I expected." Brian's mordant tone suggesting he regarded her as a ‘tight ass'.

"What food have you got, I'm always hungry after a rewarding fuck," Karen enquired - the pair having little else to do other than wait and watch and wait.

"She's really, and I do mean really getting fucked. My cock's still hard and you're her handmaiden. So, suck it and let's have you over the table." Brian wanting to get his cock up the curator's pussy for a change.

"You know..." ‘Brian,' he informed her.

"Well, Brian, I half expected her to suck their cocks, yours also," Karen exclaimed, before doing his biding.

"I dare say she will before the night's through."

"Sure, but I meant instead. A friend of mine received a present of an adult trivia game set of cards. We've played Trivial Pursuit with them a couple of times now. Anyway, according to one of the answers, Cleopatra fellated 100 men in a single night."

"You don't say. Just keep on fellating mine. I dare say you considered offering me your body earlier." Which she did, but without reckoning on what had thus far transpired.

With the museum curator once more bent over the table, Brian had his cock in Ms Prendegast's pussy, which made the occasional squelching noise as he flexed his hips back and forth in tandem with his cock thrusting in and out in sharp flashes as he pulled her back and forth onto it.

"Fuck, yes, Brian, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." Not only was Karen's voice elated, but her legs, and, in particular, her humid thighs, trembled as he fucked an orgasm through her juddering body.

Once again, only this time without order, request or encouragement, a woman, the museum's female curator, was knelt before him, sucking his long cum slick dick ardently.

With the clock presently striking 10pm, Cleo summoned her assumed servants to her. With Karen knelt to her side and back, the Queen, genuflected also, stroked two of the gathered specimens while she sucked the third. From there, Cleo moved her hands and mouth so that she could suck each slick hard-on in turn and stroke the others - her practice confirming what Karen had conveyed to Brian just a short while ago.

"Emn, yes," Cleo murmured, as the lad, unable to hold it any longer, exploded. In doing so, his balls jettisoned their thick creamy white globs of cum in a flurry of spurts; some of which, landed on the Queen's royal nose and lips under her continued rapid stroking.

Subsequently finished, she licked the vestiges from the head and eye and then returned Brian's cock to her mouth, where she sucked every last morsel ounce of spunk from him. She then, turning to her handmaiden, had her open her mouth; whereupon, she received the first of three dribbles of the men's semen - half the amount, which they both swallowed before Cleo turned to the next one.

The two warriors, Mark Anthony popping his first, no doubt because of the eon theirs had been dormant, produced an abundantly thick mass, one that clotted on his lover's tongue and lips while also being thick enough to drool from her chin.

Seeing this, and not waiting to be asked, let alone told, Karen, not wanting to waste any, moved her head, both to catch and lick it up. She needn't have worried, as the Queen, having extricated it all, once more shared it with her in addition to that of the Prince's.

Some while later, and without any warning, the statues once more became lifeless. ‘Quick,' Karen exclaimed, Brian and she almost naked. "Let's get them back to their original posture, or some semblance of it." And with the figures righted - the warriors still with their uniforms on - all that remained was to have Mark Anthony grip his sword and to clothe the venerable Queen of Egypt and put each back on their respective dais.

"I'm famished after all that," announced Brian, and to Karen's agreement to treat him.

"So, what was this dare of your girlfriend's you mentioned," enquired Karen, as she got dressed.

"She said that if I stayed the weekend, she'd let me fuck her in the ass," Brian jollied.

"Well, you had mine, and for one evening, that of Cleopatra's. All in all, you did quite well by comparison."

"Yeah, I know, but, will my losing the dare be a total loss," Brian mused.

"Tell you what, Brian, why not stay with me, I'm sure we can find some ‘thing', to pass the time," Karen suggested.

"Do I detect you quite enjoyed yourself also," he intoned.

"Well, it's not everyday that you get fucked by a Roman general, let alone get a Prince's cock up your ass...it was fucking big with it, let me tell you."

"So, any chance of this happening again!" the young man enquired.

"Brian, you're encourageable," Ms Prendegast exclaimed.

"I've no idea, I only knew from the urban legend, no doubt the one you heard, along with some writings I discovered. Maybe when our children are our age, not that I mean...well, you know, and you were quite an adroit lover...!"

Little did the pair know, as they made their way down the wooden museum stairs, that it would indeed be some years before the planets and moon once more consorted to bring about a possible repeat of the evening and early night...three years in fact.