The Secret Orgy at the Museum Pt. 03

I was so excited and nervous and happy and anxious and turned on and worried about whether or not my dinosaur skeleton, soon-to-be lover appreciated a full bush, as Peter and I made our way to the central rotunda to join the orgy. As much as I was feeling a mix of emotions, I had a huge grin plastered on my face, and I shined it on all of the displays who watched us walk by. They knew where we were going and some looked shocked, while others gave us a thumbs up and a knowing smile.

One set of doors to the central rotunda were at one end of the Hall of Dinosaurs, so Peter had no problem making it that far, despite his huge size. And thankfully, the doors themselves were tall and wide, so he would be able to make it through. As we approached the doors, I hoped that there would be ample room on the other side.

My stomach was a combination of butterflies and knots as we reached the doors. With a deep breath, I pulled one open and a helpful orangutang held open the other so that Peter could pass through. The orgy was in full swing as we moved into the space, and the various sounds of pleasure were almost deafening. I took a moment to scan the room and take in the vast array of scenes playing out in front of me, a shiver of delight travelling down my spine to finally be a part of it. Thankfully, a big space was open to the left of the doors we'd just entered through, so we moved over there to settle in.

It was at this point that a thought occurred to me.

"Uh, Peter?" I asked. "How exactly is this going to work? I mean, how do we fuck?" I can't believe this hadn't occurred to me before this moment; he was a giant t-rex skeleton, after all, and I was just a puny human (well, puny in comparison, I'm actually rather normal-sized). In all the fantasizing I'd been doing I'd never considered the actual logistics.

"Well, yeah, we should probably chat about that. There are a few options, would you like me to run you through them so you can decide which is your favourite? I don't want to kill the vibe or anything."

"Oh, don't worry, you couldn't kill the vibe in here if you tried!" I reassured him. "Besides, I think talking about sex and desires and boundaries and all that is super sexy and a great warm up to the actual event. So let's hear it!"

"Ok, great, I agree with you: talking about sex is sexy! Let's do this!" I loved how enthusiastic he was about talking about fucking before actually fucking. It was super cute and made me even more excited.

"Before we get into it, I want to state the obvious: I don't have genitals. I am a skeleton, all bones, baby! However, I have many things that can replace that body part, and thankfully, my bones are very sensitive and I have erogenous zones all over. So don't worry about me, if you were wondering about this, because I will thoroughly enjoy myself no matter what we choose to do." I was really glad he brought this up because I was worried he might not get much out of it, and was so happy to hear that he would. I smiled up at him and bit my lip suggestively, while reaching to stroke a leg bone.

"Mmm, yeah, that feels good. Ok, here are the options: first, I can remove one of my rib bones - don't worry! It won't hurt me and I can easily put it back later - they are kind of thick but if you can take it, they make an excellent dildo for a human. Because it is long and curved, I can maneuver it for you, if you want. Second, the end of my tail works a treat; it's tapered at the end so you can choose how much you want to take, and then you just have to mount it and ride 'em cowboy!" I had to shake my head and chuckle at that. "Third, I'll lie down and you can climb up on my pubis bone and ride that. That's probably my most sensitive bone too. So those are the choices! I'm sure we can come up with other ideas another time, but I wanted to give you three good ones to start. What do you think?" He finished his spiel with a cheeky grin. My vagina was positively seeping at the thought of all the ways we could fuck.

I returned the grin before answering. "Ok, those all sound good, I want to do them all."

"All?" he squeaked. "Um, ha ha, ok, we can do all of them!"

"Great, let's start with the tail, and go from there!" I jumped up, clapping my hands, ready to get started.

"Just one more thing," Peter said. "While I may use my claws and mouth for certain things, you should stay away from both. Serrated teeth and sharp claws do not mix well with human bodies."

"Noted." I said, the danger of sex with my new lover sending a thrill down my spine. I would be careful, of course, but it really did add to the excitement.

Peter was crouching down to be closer to me, so I moved until I was right in front of his face, staring at him directly in the eye sockets, and started to remove my clothes. The nerves from before had more or less melted away; now that I was in the rotunda in the midst of the orgy, the sounds and sights and smells of so much fucking all around me, having just heard all of the ways I could fuck Peter, I was so ready to get into it that I forgot about anything else.

Peter gulped audibly and practically started panting as I took off my bra and panties and stood naked in front of him. I thought I was pretty good to look at naked, with long, brown hair, a decent face, very large breasts and a full, curvy figure. I loved my body despite it being much larger than society told me was acceptable. Fuck them, I knew I was hot! I figured a t-rex would also appreciate a fleshier physique, and it seems I was correct. I gave Peter a moment to take me in, and then I moved down to where the end of his tail was curved up from the floor, running my hand along whatever bones I could touch on the way.

"Shit," he said. "I'm a fucking lucky dinosaur."

I was so ready, I did not need any foreplay. The end of his tail was perfectly sized for me, and when I mounted it, taking a part of him inside of me for the first time, it felt so good - so right - that I nearly came right there. I started moving back and forth, taking him in further and further with each movement. I heard him gasp at one point and looked up to see his head bent around to watch me go to work on his extremity. I loved that he was watching me. I reached one hand down to stroke the tail bone in front of me and the other to alternate pinching my nipples, while rocking back and forth on his tail tip, going faster and breathing harder. It was then that I felt his tail moving inside me, undulating and curling a bit to brush against my g-spot as we moved together. Holy fuck, when I say that it didn't take long until I was ready to come, you better believe that an explosion was brewing. I forced myself to slow down, moving instead in languorous circles, raising up until he was almost out of me and then slowly filling myself up again. His tail also slowed to a more leisurely pace, slowly circling inside me, as dexterous as a finger that knew all of the right spots. Peter was breathing quickly at this point, grunting and sighing to let me know how much he was enjoying himself.

Finally, I lifted off of his tail and plunged my fingers inside myself, bringing it away covered in my own juices. I then moved down the length of his body, slowly, rubbing my hand along him as I went, as though marking him. He groaned in pleasure. When I got to his head, I put my hand inside myself again, and then held it up to his nasal cavity; I knew that he could smell, and I wanted him to smell me. He breathed in deeply, inhaling my scent as though it were the most precious perfume.

"Oh fuck, that smells good," he said, breathing in again.

I then moved over to his midsection and tapped on the closest rib bone. "It's time to impale me, darling," I said.

Peter growled a bit before replying, "I can't fucking wait." He then instructed me to pull on the bone, as it was supposed to detach easily. I did and it did, and then I placed one end of it in his mouth, so he could maneuver it for me.

I laid down in front of him with my knees up and legs splayed, my glistening pussy on display for him. He growled again; sex made Peter's apex tendencies come closer to the surface and I loved it! What an animal!

He pushed the end of the rib bone into me as far as it would go, it was thick and filled me up completely. I groaned in pleasure and spread my legs even further. Peter started moving the bone in and out of me, slowly at first and then faster and faster. I couldn't stay still! I bucked around on that bone, panting and moaning until I couldn't take it anymore.

"Stop, stop!" I said. Peter stopped instantly, pulling the bone out slowly. I lay there a moment, revelling in the feeling of being stretched out by his rib bone.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

"Oh, fuck yeah!" I answered. "I just didn't want to come yet. We haven't done all three!"

As Peter chuckled at my enthusiasm, I got off the floor and climbed up on his pubis bone, the chuckle turning into a loud groan and shiver as I settled myself in place. It wasn't going to penetrate me, but I could rub myself back and forth on it in a way that I knew would hit the spot. Plus, knowing that it was a particularly sensitive spot for him, made it even more of a turn on for me.

I start moving back and forth on it, rubbing my vulva against it in a way that nudged my clit and felt so fucking good. I picked up my speed and let out some of my own moans to blend in with Peter's. Once again, the faster I went, the closer I got to coming, so I slowed down again, grinding and gyrating in a way that I could tell felt great for both of us.

I became aware that we were putting on a bit of a show; some nearby scenes had come to an end and a group of displays were watching us. None of them tried to join us, probably understanding that Peter and I wanted to spend this first time with just each other, but they let us know that they liked what they were seeing. I did not mind this at all; knowing that I was being watched turned me on even more and I picked up speed again, rocking back and forth on that t-rex's pubis like I was trying to win a medal for it. It felt so good that I could not help the noises I was making, but I was nearly drowned out by Peter, who was uttering a steady series of loud groans. We picked up speed and rhythm until we both screamed as the orgasms tore through us. I collapsed to rest against Peter's femur, panting heavily, my body feeling like jelly. I had never come so hard before! Being with Peter for real completely surpassed all of the fantasies I'd had for the last few months.

"Peter?" I asked when I could talk again, still draped bonelessly over his bones.

"Yes?" he replied.

"You said earlier that you knew your rib made a good dildo: you were very correct. How did you come to know that? Also, in all the time I've known you, this is the first time I'm aware of you coming to the rotunda, what's with that?"

He chuckled again. "I wondered when we'd have this conversation, not that I was keeping it from you. I just wanted to make sure you wanted to talk about it first. Anyway, I have participated in the orgy a lot over my many, many years in this museum. It is the most entertaining thing we have to do here for three hours every night! I couldn't even begin to count the number of partners I have had, I hope that isn't a problem for you?"

"No, no, of course not!" I assured him emphatically. Judging someone based on the number of sexual partners they've had is super gross. And I didn't even have to ask him about his testing schedule, because displays couldn't get or transmit diseases. Win-win all around, really.

"I knew that it wouldn't be, but you know, sometimes you just have to check," he continued, sounding a bit relieved, regardless. "I have fucked humans before and they always loved the rib, hence my knowledge about its use. But I will say, as soon as I knew about the curse, I stopped having sex with humans. Until you, that is. I stopped going to the orgy when you and I started to get close because you didn't know about it and I didn't want to ruin things between us before they had a chance. And then once you knew about it, I couldn't go if you couldn't go. So, it's been a while since I was last here. And we more than made up for that!" he concluded with another chuckle.

I rolled off his pubis and moved over to curl up next to where his head was resting on the floor, suddenly sad even as the orgy raged on around us. It was time to acknowledge the inevitable.

"This is it for us, though, isn't it?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said, sighing. "I'm afraid so. I couldn't live with myself if anything happened to you. Since you're still human, you're obviously not going to turn tonight, but there is no telling when or how it will happen and we can't take the risk. Your life is too precious."

"But-"

"No buts, my sweet," Peter said gently. "We cannot take the risk."

I threw my arms over his skull, the best way I could hug him. "I know," I said. "We can't do this again."

My heart was breaking. My first and last trip to the central rotunda orgy was amazing, and the memories of it would have to last a lifetime. I just didn't know how I would be able to endure never being with Peter again.

Wiping the tears from my eyes, I had just stood up to put on my clothes again when I heard the door near us crash open and heavy footsteps walk over to us. I grabbed my clothes to hold over me and looked up into the very angry face of Ricardo, my boss, with Donna scampering up behind him. That fucking neanderthal got her revenge after all!

"You!" Ricardo yelled at me. "I told you that there was only one rule, and that was very clearly never to enter the rotunda, did I not?"

Before I had a chance to answer he turned to Peter. "And you!! I expected more from you, Peter."

Turning back to me, Ricardo tossed out, "my office, now!" and then stormed back out of the rotunda.

I fumbled to get my clothes on as quickly as I could, uttering, "shit, shit, shit, shit," under my breath.

Donna, who had stayed behind, had a huge grin on her face. "Say goodbye to your little friend, Peter, because she will never be allowed to set foot in the museum ever again!" With that, she scampered off, cackling.

"Fuck you, Donna!" Peter bellowed after her. The orgy, which had paused while the commotion with Ricardo was going on, started again in full swing.

When I was fully dressed, I put a hand on Peter's snout and said, "I'd better go and face Ricardo. No matter what happens, you WILL see me again."

I popped a quick kiss on his´§ skull and rushed out of the rotunda, hoping beyond all hope that I would be able to keep my final promise to Peter.

I rushed most of the way to Ricardo's office but slowed down when I reached the top of the flight of stairs to his basement workspace. I didn't want to go in there out of breath, and I was also probably trying to postpone the inevitable a little bit by taking a few seconds longer. I took several deep breaths, steeling myself for the barrage that was to come, and then knocked on his door.

"Sit," he barked when I'd entered his small space. I sat in one of the chairs in front of his desk, staying quiet, as I wanted to wait for him to start before saying anything.

He continued working away at his computer for what felt like 900 years before turning to me. "Look, I get it, you are not the first person who has fallen prey to the museum orgy, and I'm sure you will unfortunately not be the last. I tried to keep you from it, but clearly my methods aren't working. But you know what the risks are, right? I'm sure Peter would have told you. Oh and don't worry, I am planning to have a talk with him as well; I cannot believe he would put you - any human - in this position, he knows better!"

"Peter did tell me all about the curse," I assured him. "I understood the risks and I made the choice. It was not his idea to go into the rotunda, it was mine. He and I are in love, and we fought it for a long time but couldn't any longer. So I told him I made the choice to go in and asked him to join me. Please do not blame him."

Ricardo looked at me, not saying anything for 9,000 years. "Ok. I understand. But there's no way around this, I'm going to have to let you go."

"What?? No, please! I won't go in there again, I promise!" I pleaded.

"I'm sorry, I don't believe that. There will come a time when the temptation is too much and the risks seem insignificant, just like tonight. You said yourself, you love Peter! You will not be able to resist. And I refuse to lose any more humans to this place! It is for your own good, whether you see that right now or not. Please hand over your badge and leave now, I will finish your shift for the evening. You can return your uniform during regular museum hours."

I felt utterly crushed and heartbroken. I was never going to see Peter again. I mean, I could see his form at the museum whenever I wanted, during the day, but I would never see him full of life ever again. The thought broke me. I tore my badge off my uniform and ran out of the office and out of the building, tears streaming down my face, feeling like my world was crumbling around me. Turning into a display forever would be better than feeling like this, I couldn't help but think, wishing the curse had struck me down before Ricardo had found us.

I entered into a deep depression after that. I didn't leave my apartment for two weeks, staying in bed in the same PJs, watching 80s and 90s rom coms on repeat and crying my eyes out. I just couldn't see any way out of the long, dark tunnel that I was in. There was no way I could be with Peter again and therefore, what was the point of anything? I was hopeless.

And then one night I decided to watch Night at the Museum, the silly Ben Stiller movie that was based on the very real phenomena that happens at all museums. I was sobbing like my heart was breaking all over again until the first scene with the t-rex coming to life and behaving like a dog. How insulting! My Peter was exceedingly intelligent, kind and funny, and I missed him like crazy. And all of a sudden, I was mad. Angry as all hell and just as determined. I wasn't going to take this lying down, literally, as I had been for the last couple of weeks. I showered, I cleaned my apartment, and I started planning.

I was going to figure out how to break the curse so that Peter and I could be together and take part in the museum orgy again, if it was the last thing I did.