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The Quest for the Holy Grail

This story contains sexual words, actions, and themes.

If you are under 21,this is not for you... go away. If

this is not normal where you come from, go away. If

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The Quest for the Holy Grail. . . Not - by Pami

(pami1968@aol.com) - another Fantasy Train

Adventure (http://www.asstr.org/~MariaGonzales/fantasy/

fantasy.html)

After my romp with King Edward, I pretty much relaxed

for a while. Took a nice shower. Allowed an adoring

fan to give me a massage. Slept for about 12 hours

straight. Persuaded Louie to make me a wonderful

steak dinner. I even asked nicely and he cleaned up

my dress for me. I was kind of annoyed with Shon for

not mentioning that I should bring a change of

clothes. Maybe he just wanted all of us to be one big

nudist colony. And then I visited. I got to meet

(and 'enjoy') some of the other writers that I had

read so much about. I don't care if you don't use

yourself as a character... your stories tell an awful

lot about you. I stayed away from Homer. I really

didn't want to have a bouncing baby nine months from

now. Although that would bring up an interesting

point. If someone DID get pregnant on this joyride

through time, how would they explain the conception to

the kid if it ever asked. "Well, honey, your dad and

I met up somewhere between the Holy Crusades and the

Russian Revolution." Yeah, ok... not too many issues

for therapy with THAT concept.

Anyway, after talking and hearing about everyone

else's adventures, I developed an urge for another

one. Not a sexual escapade. A real true adventure.

Kind of like an Indiana Jones movie. So I sought out

the leprechaun and asked if he could drop me off

somewhere and then come back and pick me up in a bit.

I mean, I didn't want to deprive anyone else of an

opportunity to visit a special time period, but if I

could squeeze a freebie in... well, I AM the teeniest

bit selfish. Shh... don't tell anyone.

Louie agreed, but told me that I had to make up my

mind really quickly. I asked him to set me down in

the ancient middle east. Around King Solomon's time.

I wanted to quest for the item I had read about in a

couple of ancient manuscripts. The Queen of Sheba's

Ivory Dildo. It was alleged made of pure white ivory

and was an accurate replica of King Solomon's most

outstanding feature. He had given it to her as an

engagement gift, but reality intruded, and they

realized that they couldn't be together forever, due

to politics, but he had wanted her to have it to

remember him by. Pretty romantic, huh? And I wanted

to see it.

The little green man gave me a weird look as I

explained the story to him, and he shook his head and

swerved the train suddenly. I lost my footing, and

can you believe I slipped and actually fell OUT of the

locomotive?!

I landed with a thud (AGAIN!) in a pile of sand. The

sun blazed down at me, and I looked around. There was

a small caravan of camels coming towards me, and I

rose to my feet and started waving my arms. It was

hot as hades and I wished that I had clothing less

bulky than my by-now wrinkled linen dress. I felt the

sweat trickle down the side of my face as the camels

drew abreast of me.

"Well, what have we here?" I heard a gravelly voice

say. Thank goodness for that magical button, because

I could tell that he was speaking some language that I

would NEVER have understood. I looked at the speaker

and was taken aback to see a pair of ice-blue eyes set

in what appeared to be darkly tanned and weather

beaten skin. I couldn't see much, because he had

flowing draperies on, that looked remarkably like what

we think of modern day Arabs wearing.

Anyway, I was a tiny bit scared, since I was facing

what looked to be an entourage of about 10 or 15 men

with pack camels beside them. Still, I drew a deep

breath, and smiled cheerily. Smiles are a universal

language, right? "Excuse me, sir, but I was looking

for the palace of the Queen of Sheba. Would you be

able to help me?"

Now I realize that asking this in the middle of the

desert seemed pretty inane, but really... there I was,

stuck in some ancient time, in an unknown location.

For all I knew, Louie had swerved the train by

accident and I just fell out in some other era than

the one I had asked for.

Blue Eyes laughed, and the other men seemed to take

his cue and they chuckled as well. I smiled, not

knowing what to do.

"Well, Lady, we are on our way to her lands right now.

Would you like to join us?" he asked.

"I surely would. How kind of you, my lord," I

addressed him. I figured calling him my lord was

safe. I think that was a sign of respect all through

time.

"Unfortunately, though, we don't seem to have an extra

camel, so you will have to ride with me. Is that

acceptable?" he continued.

I weighed the options, looked around at the sands that

surrounded me on all sides, felt the sun blazing down

on my head and knew I had little choice. "I have

never ridden on a camel, but I will try."

The man alighted from his camel, and I looked

dubiously up at the animal. I had heard all of the

stories about camels spitting and being ornery, and

this one looked like it hated me already.

I heard the man laugh again, and he assured me that

there was nothing to fear. I sighed, and looked at

him. He looked familiar somehow, but maybe that was

just because I have always been a sucker for blue

eyes. I notice them everywhere. I can't help it. He

pulled on the reins and the camel knelt forward. I

saw a small saddle and I went to climb up, but he

stopped me. "No Lady. I get on first, and THEN you

get on."

I looked down at the long skirt I was wearing and knew

that despite its fullness, I was going to have to hike

it up. I hoped that showing leg wasn't against the

law here. My knowledge of ancient history could

definitely use some brushing up, I made a mental note.

I sighed again, and decided that I should introduce

myself. "My name is," and then I stopped. One thing

I DID know was that Pami was not a name that existed

in ancient times. Nor was Kathryn, my alter ego with

King Edward. I thought and then I came up with the

only feminine name that popped into my head. "My name

is Theadora." Ok, ok. So I was presumptuous. She

was an empress of the Roman Empire. Or was it the

Ottoman Empire. Oh well. It didn't matter, that was

the name I gave him.

He climbed up onto the saddle and extended a hand down

to me. "Well, Theadora, my name is... Alexander. Now,

would you please..." and he gestured to the spot in

front of him on the camel.

I was really going to have to sit on his lap. Oh

God. I know I write some erotic stories and all, but

I really am not that forward in general. I was

reminded that I still had no undergarments on. I

sighed yet again, and then climbed up.

I gingerly planted my butt down on the saddlehorn, and

I tried to be ladylike about it, but there isn't too

much you can do when you are straddling what was

almost the neck of one big-ass ugly beast. My legs

were spread pretty wide, and my skirt was just a bit

above my legs. Thank God I shaved when I was

showering on the train! At least my delicately fair

(alright...PASTY!) white legs were smooth.

"Is that a roll of quarters, or are you just happy to

see me," I muttered under my breath as my co-passenger

pulled me snugly back against him. I could feel a

definite bulge underneath my bottom, and I wasn't

quite sure whether I should try to lean forward,

therefore pressing my vulva on the saddlehorn, or lean

back, and feel this guy's cock along my ass. At least

he was clean, and that was a definite plus. I didn't

think that cleanliness was next to godliness back

then, but apparently this man was ahead of his time.

In fact, he smelled really good. Almost like a fine

cologne, but that was impossible. Well, whatever it

was, I inhaled deeply and enjoyed the aroma.

There was a guttural yell from the man, and off we

went. And I realized that it didn't matter which way

I leaned, the rolling of the animal ensured that all

of my sensitive parts were being bumped and prodded in

what was a most delicious manner. So I decided to go

with the flow, so to speak, and just enjoy the ride.

I closed my eyes against the bright sun and fantasized

about the dildo I was going to find. It was one of

the rarest treasures of the ancient world, and I will

admit, references to it in any books were sketchy, but

I thought it was well worth the time to see if I could

gaze upon it myself.

Alexander's right hand held the reins to the camel,

but his left was wrapped around my waist. As I lost

myself in my daydream, I felt my passions beginning to

rise. The constant jolting against my clit wasn't

enough to hurt, but was just enough pressure to make

my juices start flowing. I have always been rather

easily aroused, but I used to think it was a good

thing. Now I was cursing it. I snapped out my

reverie and noticed that Alexander's left hand was now

just underneath my bosom. I watched as his large hand

slowly inched its way toward my left breast. He was

murmuring to himself under his breath, and I couldn't

quite make out what he was saying.

All of a sudden, the camel stumbled on the down slope

of a sand dune, and Alex's hand made its leap from rib

cage to firmly over my tit. I jumped in my place, and

opened my mouth to reprimand him, but then his long

fingers found my erect nipple and he plucked at it.

Instead of the rebuke I intended, a small moan came

out of my mouth. Damn, it felt good. So I let him

keep playing with it. I know, I know... I should've

just jumped off the camel and demanded to be left

there, but let's be real. I was alone, in a desert,

Heaven (and Louie) only knew exactly where, and this

man had something intangible about him that was

turning me on. It wasn't like I was ever going to see

him again, anyway. And so we rode on.

My head fell back on Alex's shoulder, and I looked at

his blue eyes. They twinkled at me as he continued to

toy with me, and I smiled in return. I wiggled on his

lap, and was rewarded to feel the penis underneath my

bottom grow. It had already been semi-erect, but as I

squirmed and Alex tweaked, it grew to what felt like a

glorious length and thickness. My pussy was dripping.

I chuckled, thinking that John and Maria would laugh

like hell when they saw ANOTHER huge wet spot on my

skirt.

"What is so amusing, Thea?" that wonderful voice

asked.

"You wouldn't understand, Alex. You wouldn't

understand," I replied with a smirk on my face.

I wondered what the other men in the caravan were

thinking, and if they could see what their leader was

doing to me. They probably wouldn't have cared

anyway. Women were chattel back then, and I was

fortunate that this man hadn't simply bound and gagged

me and hauled me off to some harem or something.

"By the way, you have lovely nipples," Alex commented

idly, almost as if he were commenting upon the

weather.

I felt a shudder run up my spine as he switched his

hand to my right breast and proceeded to toy with that

one. I didn't know how much more I could take. My

clit was throbbing with every step the camel took, and

my nipples were so hard I thought they were going to

burst right through the thin green cloth of my gown.

"Oh," I exclaimed as Alex shifted behind me, and

lifted me slightly, pulling my gown up so that when I

reseated myself, I could feel his naked cock along the

crack of my equally naked ass.

"Do you like that, Thea? Can you feel me against you?

I can feel your juices on my cock. Your pussy is so

hot." Alex whispered in my ear, continuing on as my

breath quickened. He had found my weakness. Well, one

of them, anyway. I love to hear a man talk dirty to

me. I can't help it. It's a turn on. This guy knew

all the right buttons to push.

"Tell me what you want, Thea. Tell me..." and

Alex handed me the reins of the camel and his right

hand plunged between my legs and cupped my sex. He

massaged and kneaded me and I just couldn't think

straight. It was a good thing we were in the middle

of the caravan and the camel was just following the

one in front, because we would've been in big trouble

if I had actually been required to think. The big

head was definitely NOT the one in control!

As Alex pulled my right nipple out from my breast,

stretching it, he thrust a finger inside my pussy.

"Oohhh," I moaned. He swirled the finger around and

then withdrew it, and we both looked at in the sun,

shining with wetness. He held it up to my mouth, and

I know... I know... this is really nasty... I licked

it clean. It just seemed the right thing to do at the

time. You all have been there... I KNOW it!

"Please... Please, Alex," I moaned.

"What...What, Thea?" he mimicked me, but I felt the

pulsing of his cock, and I knew he was as turned on as

I was.

I raised my bottom up just a bit, reached underneath,

and positioned his manhood at the right angle. "Fuck

me," I breathed at the same moment that I slid down on

his pillar of flesh.

"Aahhhh," he groaned as he sank in me all the way to

the balls.

"Aahhh," I groaned as I felt him stretch my channel.

"Oh God... you are in me so deep," I managed to say in

between steps of the camel. Every motion seemed to

drive him deeper. I flexed my interior muscles and

was rewarded by his moan.

We rode like that for long minutes. I have no idea how

long, but it seemed like we fucked for hours. The

scenery never changed, and the camel just kept

plodding along. Neither of us wanted to hurry this

along... it felt too damn good to want it to end.

Every once in a while, Alex's mouth would bite at my

neck through his scarf. And every once in a while, I

would reach between my legs and just hold my hand

where he penetrated me. It was an incredible feeling

to actually touch his hardness as it slid out of me,

covered in juices, and then feel it thrust deeply

inside again.

Finally, I couldn't take anymore. The constant

teasing of my inner nerve endings, along with the

rubbing of my clit was too much. "Oh God, Alex." I

panted. "Oh God. I am going to come. I am... I

really am."

Alex's hand left my tits and plunged down to my

womanhood. At the same time that he pulled my clit

between his thumb and forefinger, he said to me "Then

come, Thea... COME!" And I did. I shuddered and

moaned, and pretty much screamed as an intense orgasm

washed over me.

I guess the convulsions in my pussy were too much for

him, because Alex thrust extra hard into me, and

yelled too. "I'm coming.... Ahhhh... Pami!"

I froze. What the HELL?! As his words sank in, I

turned and pulled the draperies away from around his

face. It was one of my fellow writers from the train.

"JOHN?!" I blurted. "John A.? What the HELL are you

doing here? And why didn't you tell me it was you?"

I was seriously annoyed. I mean this guy had just

given me some incredible pleasure, but I felt like he

had done it under false pretenses. I thought I was

with some ancient Bedouin warrior, and here it was, my

buddy John.

He smiled at me. "Well, I wanted to go on an old

fashioned quest for an ancient artifact, but I didn't

want to interrupt anyone else's fantasy, and that

leprechaun told me this was quick and easy." He

paused. "It sure has been fun!" he leered at me as he

patted my tits.

I was still irked with John, but that damn leprechaun

was going to pay when I got through with him.

"C'mon Pami.... forgive me? Please? I'll be your

best friend?" John asked in a wheedling tone.

I half rose, feeling his softening cock slip out of

me, and then plopped my butt back down on top of him.

He squealed a bit, but I knew I hadn't really hurt

him. "Well, John.... I guess I'll let it go THIS

time. Since you... performed so well, that is," I

smirked. "However," I continued, cutting John off as

he started to say something, "However, there is a

price. I need you to help me with my quest. I could

use a spare set of hands. And eyes. And the rest of

you isn't bad either," I winked.

"Oh, come on, Pami," John protested, "I have already

FINISHED my adventure, and to be honest, I really just

want to get back on the train and into a nice cool

shower. This desert sun is killing me."

"Wait, John, I think you might enjoy this," I told

him.

He sighed deeply. "Alright. You win. What can I help

you find?"

"Louie promised me I could search for... King

Solomon's Ivory Dildo," I pronounced in what I hoped

was a dramatic tone.

John laughed. And laughed. And laughed. In fact, by

the time he was able to speak again, there were tears

rolling down his cheek.

"What the hell is so funny?" I asked crossly.

"Ah, Lady... ask and ye shall receive." John stopped

the camel we were riding on, and kind of just tossed

me down to the sands. He jumped down after me, and

strode to the pack camel that was directly in front of

us. He withdrew a small dark bag, and tossed it to me.

"Just something I picked up in King Solomon's

quarters."

I opened the drawstring of the bag, reached in and

pulled out...a piece of worn ivory shaped like a

rather large phallus. I looked up at John. "Is

this..." I stopped at the sight of his nod.

"Yes, Pami. The legendary Ivory Dildo. Beat you to

it, I suppose."

That damn leprechaun.