Museum Piece (First Course)

backIn this age of immodesty, of women being exhorted to use their sexuality to achieve all sorts of ends, it’s the ingenues I love the most. Their shyness, their little hesitations, their fear as they look over the edge and down into what they are convinced is the bottomless abyss of their own desires. Of course, it’s never bottomless: it’s always either shallower or deeper than they thought.

Lida had the eyes of an ingenue. Too curious to go, too frightened to stay, we made it easy for her. There was a rich blush on her skin as we teased her clothes away. She was delightfully overwhelmed as we bullied her into the bedroom with kisses and caresses. When I bent her back over the edge of the bed, she was already panting, quivering.

The thigh I pressed between her legs met a hot, wet slit. “I can smell you, little Lida,” I teased, rubbing her with a lewd lack of subtlety.

The girl whimpered and moved her hips. She had one of those lovely bodies that fit so nicely to mine. So perfect, in fact, that face-to-face, our nipples brushed each others. Looking down, I smiled and watched them meet and kiss as she ground upwards with determination. Her cunt made wet sounds against my thigh.

“Mmm. Greedy.”

“I knew it,” said Stephen, wrapping his arms around me from behind.

His robe was open, cock rampant and snugged between the cheeks of my ass. Every time Lida arched, he pushed back, crushing me against her, using my body like a proxy to fuck her with.

Already she was writhing and whispering in Czech. If we carried on this way, she’d come against my leg. Then where would we be? Would she want more, or sink into a miasma of self-recrimination?

“I think,” I whispered, pushing back against the heat of Stephen’s erection, “Lida wants cock. And I want to watch her get it.”

The girl beneath me stopped moving.

His hands travelled up my torso, cupping my breasts, trapping the nipples between his fingers. “The question is, my love, what has she done to deserve it? I could just come all the way up your delightful back while she rubs herself raw against you.”

I smiled down at Lida, moving my leg away to give my fingers room to reach her flooded slit. She wasn’t shaved or waxed, but neatly manicured into a dark triangle. My fingers found their way between her very plump labia, into the hot, tropical valley. Her clit was engorged, rigid, and eminently pinchable. I toyed with the unhooded nub and then gave it a cruel little squeeze.

“Tell him you want it, Lida. Beg for it.”

“No! Oh…I…”

“Say it,” I hissed. “Thick, hard and right…”

I plunged two fingers deep into her passage. They slid in with no resistance at all.


Lida gasped and arched, making it even easier for my to hilt my fingers in her cunt. With the soft pad of my thumb, I grazed her clit. Every brush echoed in the muscles that clenched and pulled at my fingers.


I grounded and plunged into her again, rougher. “Yes, what?”

“I do! I want him. To fuck me. Please!” Her words emerged like thrusts, responses to my efforts.

Bending forward, I brushed my open lips against hers. “Then come for us, Lida. And beg while your coming.”

Her hips were moving perfectly now, matching me as I fucked her with my fingers. At first she just shook her head, panting. “I can’t!”

“Oh, yes, I think you can.” I slid another finger into the hot, liquid mess of her cunt. “Beg!”

“Please.” The first was just a whimper. Then I felt her tremble, and the first involuntary flutters. “Please, please,” she repeated, a little louder.

“More. Show me how much you want it.”

Her hands reached up, tangling in my hair, pulling my face closer. She kissed me furiously, forcing little animal grunts into my mouth. “I want it. Oh, god. I want it.”

“Good girl, don’t stop,” I said, feeling the first of her spasms squeeze my fingers.

Lida threw back her head. Eyes wide and unseeing, and sobbed, “Please! Oh, fuck! Please!”

In the middle of her orgasm, I moved to one side and Stephen took my place. Pulling my fingers from her contracting passage, I smiled at him and watched his cock fill her instead. He grunted as he plunged in, through her orgasm, hilting himself.

She was still screaming as I settled myself next to her on the bed, and watched Stephen use her like a fucktoy.

  12 comments for “Museum Piece (First Course)

  1. December 13, 2009 at 7:51 am

    *shivers* oh i like…

  2. Jean Baptiste
    December 13, 2009 at 7:38 pm

    Very nice – one of your better short stories….

    I wish there was something negative and critical that I could write, but no.

    • December 13, 2009 at 9:22 pm

      Wow, I’m surprised. Personally, I think the whole series is lightweight stroke fiction, but hey. Each to his own. 😀

      • NQM
        December 14, 2009 at 4:30 am

        Lightweight stroke fiction can be done to perfection, why not?

        • December 14, 2009 at 1:23 pm

          Oh, it most definitely can. But I do have trouble keeping up interest in it as a writer. My earlier comment was not a snub at stroke fiction – not at all. But everyone probably writes best when dealing with subject matter that really compels them. This isn’t, in my estimation, my best work.

  3. D
    December 14, 2009 at 6:00 am

    Wow, as ever. I love that last sentance.. leaves you somehow unsettled, and suits the mood of the whole piece so well.x

  4. December 14, 2009 at 8:47 am

    I’ve enjoyed this series. There’s something very appealing about being seduced by strangers. Looking forward to further installments!

    • December 14, 2009 at 1:24 pm

      I will try and produce them as the whimsey takes me. I do have to be in a certain mood to write this sort of stuff. It doesn’t have a great deal of depth for me. But yes, it’s fun.

  5. E_Woman
    December 16, 2009 at 5:05 am

    You’ve touched a very personal chord in me with this series of sensual glimpses. My boyfriend and I have this type of relationship.. I feel like you’ve reached directly into my life and private fantasies and realized it in words..

    Thank you…

  6. Ashes
    December 24, 2009 at 8:35 am

    Wow I have enjoyed this one a lot. My deepest apologizes that I read & ran on the first few of this one. I am very much looking forward to more!

    Keep posting & I will keep reading!

  7. Kate
    January 2, 2010 at 10:20 am

    Wow, Remittance Girl, you really hit these just right. You may not have intended this series as your Pièce de résistance, but I think, however casually, you managed to bring all of the right elements together to create something really good. Usually once I’ve read something like this once I’m done with it, but I’m on my third pass of these, now, and they still, um, do the trick. Very well done.

  8. gail
    September 14, 2017 at 10:27 am

    Got me pulsating all over, such a delicious read

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