The phone rang during dinner at Danny's house. He answered it, hoping it would be Mildred with good news. It was.
"Call Beth," Mildred said. "I think she'll forgive you now."
"Great! How did you do it?" Danny said happily.
"Never mind how," Mildred replied. "What are you doing tomorrow?"
"Going to school," Danny said.
"Why don't you take the day off? I'd like to take you to New York. I have to be there for a cocktail party in the evening, so I thought we'd make a day of it."
"New York?" Danny asked. "But it takes all day to drive there."
"We're going to fly, silly," she said. "There's an eight o'clock flight. Be at my house at seven."
"Sure, okay!" Danny said.
Danny had never been so excited. He had never been in an airplane, but he decided not to admit that to Mildred.
He was up almost all night. When his alarm rang at six, he leaped out of bed.
"I hate those puddle-jumpers that Hudson Airlines flies, don't you?" Mildred asked Danny on their way to the airport.
"Oh, they're all right, I guess," Danny said.
But when he saw the tiny plane the small airline company used, he knew what Mildred meant. There wasn't even standing headroom in the nine-passenger plane.
Danny loved the flight. He held Mildred's hand across the narrow aisle as he looked out the window at the ground below. When he got his first glimpse of New York, he gasped. He'd never been there before, but he would have recognized the sight from movies and television. In fact, he felt as though he were in a movie. His life certainly had changed since Mildred first stopped at his berry stand!
Soon they were speeding through the streets of Manhattan. Danny's eyeballs protruded and his head swiveled as he took in the incredible sights. He'd never seen so much traffic in his life. There were more cars on each block than in all of Rocky Creek. And the huge buildings made him dizzy as he craned his neck to gaze up at them.
Danny followed Mildred like a puppy as she led him into a restaurant for brunch, then into a men's store where she bought him a pair of slacks to go with his new jacket. Back into a taxi for a quick ride, then into a jewelry store where there was no jewelry on display. But when Mildred told the salesman she wanted a bracelet with sapphires, there suddenly appeared trays full of them. Danny watched in awe.
"Shall we go to the Met?" Mildred asked as they got into another cab.
"Sure," Danny said, although he had no idea what the Met was.
The cab let them off before a huge building with tall pillars and colorful banners waving in the warm breeze. It turned out to be an art museum, Danny found as they entered.
"Let's look at the Impressionists," Mildred said. "Don't you like them best?"
Again Danny agreed, without knowing what he was agreeing to. But the paintings were spectacular. The colors made Danny feel even happier than he already did.
"I wonder if Van Gogh painted that before he cut off his ear?" Mildred asked. "I would think he must have – It's such a joyful painting."
"Cut off his ear?" Danny asked.
Mildred told him the story of the artist cutting off his ear because he was in love with a woman who wouldn't have him. Then she told him about a lot of other artists and their paintings. Danny was fascinated.
"Let's go see the Greek art," Mildred suggested after a while.
This interested Danny. He'd always liked naked statues.
Unlike the Impressionist galleries, the Greek section was almost deserted. As they strolled among the marble men and women, the sound of their footsteps echoed loudly.
"Aren't they beautiful?" Mildred asked.
"Yeah!" This time Danny knew what he was talking about. Naked women in every posture looked down at him. Even if they were merely cold marble, his prick was stiffening.
"That looks like you," Mildred said as she pointed out a statue of a naked man holding a sword. "Of course, your prick is bigger."
"And that looks like you," Danny said, pointing to a statue.
"You flatter me!" Mildred laughed.
They strolled around the rooms full of statues, stopping to admire an ass here and a pair of tits there.
"I'm getting horny as hell," Mildred said. "How about you?"
"Yeah, these statues are getting to me," Danny said.
"I always get horny in museums," Mildred said. "I got horny in the Chase Museum just after I met you," Danny admitted. "I was looking at a picture of you as a young girl. I even jerked off."
Danny blushed. He didn't know why he admitted that to Mildred. But she liked hearing about it. She laughed heartily.
"I jerked off right in this museum a few times," she said. "In fact, once I jerked off right over there, looking at that gorgeous marble cock."
They looked at each other. A glint reflected back and forth between their laughing eyes.
"I've always wanted to fuck in a museum," Mildred said. "Do you think it would be possible?"
"I don't know," Danny replied. "What if we get caught?"
"Well, all they can do is throw us out." This was really insane, Danny knew. But they had gone too far to turn back now. Mildred had already reached for his crotch and was pressing the lump of his hard prick. So Danny grabbed one of her big tits and fondled it.
"We'll have to be careful," Mildred said as she tightened her grip on his bulging crotch. "The guards walk around with rubber shoes. But you can usually hear them squeaking."
They kissed. Their tongues dueled. Then a squeaking was heard, so they let go of each other just as a guard walked through the gallery. But as soon as he was gone, they threw themselves into another passionate kiss.
Mildred unbuttoned her blouse, but kept the jacket of her suit buttoned. That way, Danny could reach into the jacket and caress her naked tit.
"Take your prick out!" she gasped.
Danny did. It felt terrific to have his throbbing cock pressed to Mildred's skirt as they kissed again.
Squeaking footsteps were heard again. Danny tried to stuff his prick back into his pants. There was no time though. Mildred, quick thinking as ever, grabbed Danny by the arm and turned him around so he faced away from the footsteps.
A man wearing a green felt had and a white goatee entered the gallery and began looking at the sculptures. Danny and Mildred also walked around, keeping their backs toward the man. Danny's prick hardly deflated at all. It kept surging, bobbing its fat head as they maneuvered to keep it out of the man's sight.
They strolled into the next gallery. Alone again, Mildred grabbed Danny's cock, and they kissed again. Then Mildred sank to her knees and took his protruding prick into her mouth.
Danny listened for footsteps. But the danger of being caught only increased his lust. So did the statues which seemed to look back at him as he stared at them.
Getting a blow-job while looking from one naked marble woman to another was great fun. But footsteps were heard again, and Mildred had to get up.
Once more the man appeared, and Mildred and Danny had to keep their backs to him. Now they could barely keep from laughing.
Suddenly, footsteps were heard coming from the other direction. They couldn't keep their backs turned in two opposite directions. Danny reached for his prick. But once again Mildred saved the day.
Just before a guard appeared, she stepped in front of Danny, hiding his naked prick in the material of her skirt. Danny felt her soft ass leaning against his prick through the wool.
"I wonder if the ancient Greeks all had such small cocks or if that was the artists' fashion?" she asked loud enough for the guard to hear.
Denny noticed the guard's eyebrows raise as he passed. When he was gone, Mildred and Danny tried to stifle their laughter.
The man with the goatee soon left them alone again. Mildred dropped back to her knees. After rubbing against her woolen skirt, Danny's prick was ready for the hot softness of her mouth.
Now they were behind a big statue of a woman lying down. It was on a big block of marble that hid Mildred entirely. Even if someone came upon them, their secret activity would be hidden.
Danny looked at the round cheeks of marble ass in front of him. It seemed amazing that hard stone could look so soft. But Danny felt he could stick his prick right between those white ass-cheeks. That is, if his prick weren't being sucked.
Danny was panting with passion. Even though Mildred was hidden, if someone saw him, it would be obvious something was going on. Not even a teenaged boy could get that excited by the statues!
Then Mildred stood up. She kissed Danny, her tongue reaching into his mouth.
With one hand, Mildred began raising her skirt. When he realized what she was trying to do, Danny helped her. Soon, her skirt was draped over his cock as it stuck out of his fly. He felt the damp crotch of her underwear at the tip of his prick.
Mildred reached into her crotch and yanked the material of her panties to one side of her crack.
"Ohhhhh!" she sighed.
Danny's prick was throbbing under the dripping entrance to her cunt. He felt the wiry hairs of her pussy tickling his prick. Her hot pussy-lips nudged his cock-head.
They both rolled their hips forward, trying to get the right angle between his prick and Mildred's hot cunt.
"Oh, yeah!" Mildred gasped.
Her soaking cunt began to devour Dan's prick head. Her pussy spread, and he sank into it.
But before he could begin sliding his cock back and forth, they knew it would be too uncomfortable fucking in that face-to-face position while standing up. Mildred's back already ached. It was just as well, for squeaking footsteps were again approaching.
There was a slurping sound as Danny pulled his prick out of Mildred's cunt. Her skirt dropped, and Danny spun around, hiding his prick just in time. The man with the white goatee strolled in.
Once again they played the game of keeping their backs to him as they pretended to be enjoying the art. But now Danny's cock was wet with Mildred's juice. And they were both gasping in heat!
"Oh, God!" Mildred hissed. "Why doesn't he go away?"
"My prick is going to explode!" Danny gasped. It looked it, too. As they shuffled about, Danny's prick stuck out in front of him with its head swollen like a balloon!
They kept circling the gallery until the man left. As soon as they were alone again, they went into action.
Mildred leaned over a statue of a reclining naked woman. She lifted her skirt up over her back. Danny pulled her panties down to her knees. Now Mildred's naked ass and her pussy beneath it faced Danny's prick.
Danny stepped up to Mildred's ass and stuck his prick below it, guiding it with his fingers. He found her cunt-hole, spread it with his fingers, then slid his prick into her pussy.
"Ahhhhh!" Mildred gasped as she clutched at the cold marble woman she leaned on.
Danny pressed his hips forward until his entire prick was buried in Mildred's hot cunt. Holding the sides of her hips like handles, he began fucking her.
It was so outrageously exciting to be fucking her there in the gallery that he couldn't fuck at the leisurely pace he liked. Besides, at any moment someone could barge in on them, and they would have to stop again.
So Danny let the horny fury of his passion take over. He jerked his hips back and forth with quick, strong thrusts. His prick rammed in and out of the hot depths of Mildred's cunt.
Leaning over the statue, Mildred found a marble tit right under her face. She grabbed it. Although the statue's tit didn't mold itself to her hand as a real tit would, she loved the perfect roundness of its chiseled shape. After fondling the cold tit, she bent farther forward and licked it.
Danny saw what Mildred was doing to the statue. He thought it was the kinkiest sight he'd seen. And he'd seen some kinky ones since he met Mildred!
It didn't take long for Danny to reach the blissfulness of coming. Now he let his hips slow a bit, trying to make his ecstasy last.
Squeak, squeak, squeak! Footsteps were heading his way.
For a half second Danny thought he'd better pull his prick out of Mildred and drop her shirt over her ass. But he was going to come! And he couldn't bear the thought of letting his orgasm go to waste by shooting his jism in the air.
Then he thought he'd better hurry. If he fucked as fast as he could, he might finish before the footsteps brought another intruder into sight. But that was impossible. It took longer to come than it would take for the person making the squeaking footsteps to arrive.
There was nothing to do but ignore the footsteps. So Danny kept his prick sliding as he blasted jism into Mildred's hot pussy.
"Ohhhh! Ohhhh!" Mildred moaned as her tongue lolled over the statue's tit, making the marble shine with her saliva.
She was moving her ass back and forth, meeting Danny's thrusts.
"Ahhhhh!" Danny gasped as his jism surged through his pistoning prick and into the spasming cavern of Mildred's cunt.
Just then Danny saw from the corner of his eye the man with the green hat and goatee enter the room. He saw how the man stopped as though he'd run into an invisible wall. His arms flew out to the sides, his knees bent, and his head jerked back.
Danny kept his prick plunging, and Mildred kept writhing and licking the statue's tit.
The man began staggering backwards. But he moved slowly, as though he were in a trance.
"Don't," Mildred gasped as she raised her hand toward the man. "Don't go away. C-come here! P-please!"
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!