Nina tore her eyes away from the painting and followed.But this is all very new to both of us.A curator - elderly, with a uniform, walkie-talkie, and ...olite smile - held the door open for Samantha.She returned his smile, with a nod and a "Thank you."She heard Nina's quiet, polite "Thanks," behind her. She reached back, for the hand that Nina would offer.They walked on a few steps in silence, along a beautiful but largely empty corridor, as the door closed slowly behind them, hissing gently on. Occupants of both orifices released their loads, and she kicked herself off them into a dive through the legs of several more sex-crazed passengers. The open door to the cockpit was only metres away when a hand caught her arm.A pregnant redhead dragged her onto her lap. As with all those who had succumbed to this curse, her clitoris had transformed into an obscene, wriggling phallus that had possessed her mind, giving her one purpose—to fuck. Earlier, that weird nun, Sister Britney, had called. I knew I didn't have a choice in the matter anyway, but I felt like I needed to at least voice my concerns. We got to John's car in the parking garage, and luckily there were no cars close by. We were only there for a minute before the two young guys showed up. They must have sprinted here. As they got close to us, John asked, "Who's going first?" The bigger guy spoke up, saying, "I will." John walked over to the side of his car and opened the back door, motioning for me to get in. I slipped. I went near her and she grabbed my face and planted a kiss on my lips. Her lips felt like the softest rose petals.She removed my t-shirt in one go and pulled me into her room. I pushed her on the door and locked it firmly. I didn’t want to make any mistake about anyone seeing us. She ran her soft hands all over my back and my chest and I pressed her 36c melons while kissing her wildly. We took a break from kissing when I said ‘I’ve wanted to do this for a long time now… can’t wait anymore.