Danny didn't know what Mildred wanted from the man. All Danny knew was that his orgasm was raging and filling him with joy!
The man remained in view at the corner of Danny's eye, and Mildred kept calling to him in her desperate, breathless voice.
As Danny's hips slowed, the man began to stumble forward.
"Come on, come on!" Mildred begged as she waved the man closer. "Euck me. I need more!"
Danny dragged his spent prick from Mildred's cunt. Then he backed away from her, leaving her pussy available to the goateed man.
The man was now staring at the sight before him. Compared to the cold curves of the statues, here was a real flesh and blood ass. Mildred's ass-cheeks were just as beautiful, but they were also pink and warm and soft! Her tender cunt lips protruding beneath her ass was something the statues kept hidden in their stone crotches.
It had taken the man a long time to realize he wasn't dreaming. He was really being offered the chance to fuck this beautiful work of living art.
"Don't make me wait! Fuck me!" Mildred moaned.
Now the man went into action. Quickly, he pulled down his pants and rushed up to Mildred's ass. After a bit of searching, he found her cunt and sank his prick into it.
"Ohhhhh!" Mildred gasped.
"Ah," the man grunted as he shoved his prick deep.
Danny guessed the man was sixty years old at least. But he fucked with the eager, strong strokes of a teenager.
Mildred was going wild! One of her tits had spilled out of her jacket and was rolling against the statue's arm. She was still licking the statue's tit, and her fingers were clinging to the statue as though for dear life.
"Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh!" she sank in notes dripping with lust.
Before long, the man was coming. He threw back his head and fucked Mildred with short, powerful thrusts.
"What!" The museum guard was standing in the doorway with the same shocked posture as the man with the goatee had assumed at first sight of the fucking action.
"Come here!" Mildred called weakly to the guard. "Fuck me! Fuck me next!"
The guard looked around. Then he hurried over to wait his turn. He wasn't nearly as hesitant as the man with the goatee had been. The guard must have seen some pretty weird things in these rooms over the years, Danny thought.
Danny had put his cock away and had retreated across the gallery to a good spot where he had the astonishing view of Mildred getting fucked amid the crowd of unconcerned statues.
The man with the goatee stepped back when he had finished coming. The museum guard looked around once more, then dropped his pants. Without wasting another second, he drove his prick into Mildred's pussy.
As the guard fucked her, the man who'd finished put his prick away and backed out of the gallery, keeping the kinky fuckers in sight until he disappeared.
"Ahhhhhhh! Ahhhhhh!" Mildred wailed.
Although she tried to muffle her cries of orgasmic pleasure, the room reverberated with them. Danny knew the sound would echo through the building. He hoped they would get out of there without being arrested.
"Uhhhh!" the guard moaned.
Danny enjoyed the sight of Mildred fucking the museum guard while she was draped over that beautiful statue. But he was eager to get out while they could.
After the guard had come, he pulled his cock out, pulled up his pants and stepped back.
Mildred had come, Danny knew from the sounds of her wails. But she was always groggy after an orgasm. So as the guard hurried away, Danny went to Mildred to help her get up.
"We'd better get out of here!" he said.
Mildred was still draped over the statue, as limp as a rag. Her pussy leaked jism onto her thighs.
"Come on," Danny said as he pulled her panties up around her ass.
He helped her stand up. Her skirt fell into place just as several people came into the gallery. It was obvious they were looking for the source of the strange moaning. There were three museum guards and two men in suits. They met in the middle of the room, talked quietly and then hurried away.
Danny supported Mildred on his arm as they pretended to be merely looking around.
Then he led her out of the gallery into a long hall. There they found the guards and the two men in suits. The guard that had fucked Mildred was with them too.
"It sounded like it came from this area, Jones," one of the men said to the guard who had fucked Mildred. "Are you sure you didn't hear any thing?"
Mildred and Danny put a hand to their faces to keep from laughing out loud.
"Look," Mildred whispered, pointing to the man with the goatee. He was being dragged by a tall woman.
"You were supposed to meet me at the Chinese ceramics at three sharp," she was saying to the man.
"Sorry, dear," the man said. "I lost track of the time."
Now Mildred and Danny laughed out loud. They laughed all the way out of the museum and into a taxi.
In the back of the cab, Mildred took out her handkerchief and reached up her skirt.
"Well, we've got a few hours to kill before the cocktail party," she said. "Let's go to the Plaza far a drink. I need one. I've got to get to a lady's room, too. There's jism running down my thighs."
By the time they were back on the airplane that evening, Danny had a trip he would never forget. The Plaza Hotel was like a palace, so was the town-house they went to for the cocktail party. But most of all, Danny would remember fucking Mildred at the Met!
CHAPTER EIGHT
Ever since Mildred had told Danny to call Beth, he'd been trying to get her on the phone. But she never seemed to be home. At least that's what Beth's mother would tell him as soon as he said his name. He didn't know what Mildred had done to patch things up between him and Beth, but it hadn't worked.
Danny was getting horny. After all, it was four days since his trip to New York with Mildred. And since he couldn't get Beth, he called Mildred.
"Hi," he said to her on the telephone. "Could I see you today?"
Danny hated the way his voice rose in pitch. It made him sound so unsure of himself.
"Sure," Mildred said. "I've been hoping you'd call. Can you come over in about an hour?"
"Yeah, okay!" Danny said happily.
"I have to ask you for a favor," Mildred said. "I need some help carrying some things over the museum. Oh, there's the doorbell. It must be the boxes I ordered. See you in an hour."
Mildred hung up and went to the door. When he opened it, she was surprised to see Beth there. The girl looked terribly shy. She couldn't look Mildred in the eye.
"Why, Beth!" Mildred said. "It's so nice to see you. Come in, please."
The girl came in slowly.
"I-I thought you might," Beth said in a timid voice, "want me… want me to give you another massage."
Mildred's pussy contracted with excitement. She felt like screaming in bliss. But she didn't want to scare Beth, so she controlled herself.
"Why, that would be lovely!" she said. "I've just been sorting out all this junk and I could use a good massage."
Mildred was reminded of Danny. But he wasn't due for an hour. Maybe she could have a quickie with Beth, then send the girl away before Danny arrived.
A double-header would be just the thing, she thought.
"Let's start right away," Mildred said. "You will forgive me if I don't offer you tea first, won't you? I'm simply too beat, and I need a massage so badly."
"I don't want any tea, anyhow," Beth replied. Mildred saw that Beth had finally raised her eyes and was looking at her. And she could see longing in the young girl's gaze.
Mildred began to undress.
"You get undressed too," Mildred said. "I'll give you a massage too, just like last time."
Beth was breathing hard already. Mildred loved the way teenagers got so quickly excited. And she seemed to catch the girl's excitement – not that having Beth back wasn't exciting enough.