A Christmas Pearl

 

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December 1910

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“My dear Frederick, I suppose you want me to narrate the next chapter of my erotic adventures.”

 

“Well, Miss Lydia,” I said as we settled in front of her roaring fireplace, “our little gentlemen’s periodical does sell particularly well during these colder months.  Too cold to go outside and find it, I imagine.  But, if I can vend your memoirs for what they are worth, the profits will keep you in bonbons and handkerchiefs until the 21^st century.”

 

“Oh fi, you scamp.  I would rather have a good old-fashioned rogering from one of your stiff-pricked readers than all the bonbons in creation.” 

 

And then we both laughed.  Although she must have been nearly seventy, Lydia Monteran was still beautiful, her soft creamy skin and rosy cheeks set off by her silver curls, and, if she were a little plumper in the waist than today’s women of fashion, who can fault her?  Cupid’s scythe will get us all. 

 

“Tell me a tale like the one you told me the other day,” I pronounced, “and I’ll fuck you myself.”

 

“Thank you kindly, but I want a man, not a boy.  Now let’s get down to business.  Have you your pen handy?  A man always has the proper tools for a lady – I do remember that!”

 

And so I sat, pen in hand, at her well-rounded knees, a mere amanuensis for her every warm sigh.

 

“Listen, young sir, do you remember James West and Artemus Gordon, the two government men I told you about?  If you recall, they lived on a little train loaned to them by the powers back in Washington.  Now James was one of my earliest boudoir cavaliers.  A strappingly handsome lad he was, with a fine rump and thighs like a Shetland pony.  And strong?  Heavens, his thick cock could go all night.  One night after a certain governmental adventure, I went back to his train with him, and nothing would do him but to place me on the side of the bed, toss up my skirts and fill me to the brim of ecstasy.  Then, without a pause for breath, he carried me around the train carriage with his sturdy prick still lodged and throbbing in me!  What a man!  Each of us must have spent three times before he finally withdrew. Afterwards we fell into each other’s arms in one of those profoundly deep sleeps only the truest of lovers enjoy.

 

“The next morning Jim and I awoke to the delightful aromas of an excellent breakfast.

 

“You have such a wonderful manservant,” I complimented him.

 

“’That breakfast isn’t Tennyson’s work,’ Jim exclaimed. ‘He can’t cook worth a penny.  My partner Artemus is our master chef.’ 

 

“So we immediately donned our dressing gowns and went out for the repast Artemus had waiting for us.

 

“I already had a slight acquaintance with Artemus.  He was a roguishly round-faced fellow, good-looking but not quite the classical beauty Jim was.  As a matter of fact, with his exotically full lips and nearly Asian eyes, I always thought he might have been part Turk, and you know what they say about Turks.”

 

“Manly parts like scimitars, is that it, Miss Lydia?” 

 

“Well, I was soon to find out.  Because as the three of us were dining on the feast Artemus had prepared, the telegraph sounded.  Yes, their train had its own telegraph machine.  Alas, Jim had to dress quickly and rush away on another government mission, leaving time only for a full-throated sweet kiss which aroused me even as it bid me adieu.

 

“However, there was still Artemus puttering about the breakfast table, so, loosening the tie of my dressing gown rather provocatively, I inquired in all innocence if he were busy.

 

“If Jim reminded me of a strong young pony, Artemus was a veritable stallion.  His dark eyes took me in, his nostrils flared, and the next thing I know I was lying face up on the billiard table with the largest cock I’ve ever had piercing my very vitals.  After I had spent several times in this position, Artemus picked me up by the hips, bent me over the table, checked to make sure I was comfortable, and then, after a quick kiss to my nether hole, penetrated me there.

 

“’You have the most divine arse, Lydia,’ he whispered in a playful voice.  ‘I’m quite the devotee of arse fucking – it’s so tight.

 

“’Oh, what woman wouldn’t be tight around your huge member!’ I cried as I spent again and again.

 

“Then we dressed, refreshed ourselves with a cup of tea, and went on our merry way.

 

“A few months passed, and I traveled to New Orleans to pass the holidays with my new lover, a wickedly wealthy Frenchman who was plying me with diamonds and rubies.  There I met with Jim and Artemus again.

 

“Well, to make a long story short, they were in New Orleans to arrest my Frenchman for selling armaments to Mexico.  Why, they even took the gems he’d given me as evidence!

 

“Needless to say, I was heartbroken.  Perhaps, I thought, I’ll feel better if I have some more divine fucking from Jim and Artemus.  I even entertained the delicious idea of having Jim in my cunt while Artemus penetrated my arsehole.

 

“Poor Jim was seemingly distracted by the call of business.  He was quite subdued as he put the manacles on Pierre to lead him away to some sort of holding pen.  However, since I was left alone with Artemus, I whispered to him my hopes of fucking both of them.  Artemus’s eyes gleamed as black as jet, and I knew he was up to the challenge.  We had  arranged to meet Jim back at the train when he had finished his official duties, so Artemus loaded a closed carriage with my things and directed the driver to take us to the railway station.  Of course, as soon as the door to the cab was shut, nothing would do Artemus but to fling himself at my feet and lift my skirt, and after kissing my cunny profusely, he slowly penetrated me.  Oh, the slow throb of Artemus fucking together with the subtle motion of the carriage made me quiver, and the very thought of all the normal citizens going about their business on the outside of the carriage whilst within I was plugged and fucked by such a massive cock, oh, my heavens!” and Lydia Monteran blushed now, something I never thought I would see.

 

Then she composed herself.

 

“After a spending which made me see stars, we arrived at their little train.  It was then Artemus took my hand and gave me a serious look.  ‘Lydia, there’s something I need to tell you first.  Jim has been in quite the brown study of late.  I am hoping a good holiday fucking from you might brighten his spirits.  For my own part, nothing would delight me more than for the both of us to have you simultaneously.  Perhaps you could approach him first and, if you find him receptive to our delightful scheme, you can summon me and I’ll come in and take you up the arse while he fucks you the old-fashioned way.  However, if my partner is in one of his dark moods, then you can tease him as you like while I wait on my little cot for you with my achingly stiff cock in my hand.’

 

“Artemus’s heated words made me shiver.  I was quite ready for another round of love.

 

“As we had arranged, I went into Jim’s little cabin on the train to wait for him.   As I made myself at home, I could not help noticing what marvelous taste Jim had in decorations.  There were nearly a dozen daguerreotypes in gold frames hanging on the walls or placed on his bureau, all depicting Jim and Artemus together.  Goodness, what handsome men!  I began to grow quite impatient for our assignation. 

 

“Hoping to kill some time as I was waiting, I began to riffle through the papers on Jim’s desk.  There was a brand-new book lying there also, wrapped with a wide ribbon which had been knotted into a festive bow.  I was glad to see from the cover that the book was the newest Edward Baring novel, his now-famous “The Mystery of the Whispering Pyramids”.  I untied the ribbon, not realizing the significance of the bow, and opened up the book. On the flyleaf there was a salutation:  ‘To Artie.  I hope our friendship lasts as long as the pyramids.  Yours with truest love, Jim.’

 

“I was quite taken aback.  That did *not* sound like a man in a bad mood.  Then I noticed that the only thing in disarray in the entire room was a small bundle of wadded-up notepapers in a nearby leather waste basket.  My suspicions being aroused, I carefully unfolded the pieces of paper.  Do you know what was written on those discarded pages?  Drafts of the salutation on the Baring novel!  One read, ‘To my dearest Artie, with all love, Jim.’  Another was, ‘Darling Artie, perhaps this gift will reveal not only ‘the mystery of the pyramids’ but my true feelings as well.  All my love, Jim’ And so on and so on. 

 

“I had discovered the cause of Jim’s bad mood.  He was in love with Artemus! 

 

“Well, the Christmas spirit must have been strong in me that night because I didn’t think about giving up two glorious cocks, but rather about how to get these two lovers together.  So I slipped back into the hall,  knocked softly on the door, and whispered, ‘Artemus!’

 

“’Yes,’he whispered back and opened the door to his chamber.  Then he passionately took me in his arms and pressed burning kisses to my lips and throat as he unerringly moved his hand to the most sensitive part of my body and began to frig me gently.

 

“’Artemus, no, stop, you must listen to me.’ 

 

“’What is it, darling?’

 

“’Artemus, I blush to ask you, but do you still prefer arse-fucking?’

 

“’Good Lord!  Even the mention of it is like to make me spend, woman!’ he swore and began to move his fingers even more importunately inside me.

 

“’Artemus, I insist you stop now and listen to me.  Do you know why Jim is so sad?’

 

“’No!’ he said wonderingly. 

 

“’He’s in love with you.’”

 

“’He is?’”

 

“’Yes, I’m sure as sure.  And I have evolved an artful scheme for getting you into his arse.’” 

 

“Artemus blushed, and I knew the arrow of my intuition had hit the spot.  Artemus couldn’t be enamored of arses and not notice that Jim had one of the most beautiful backsides in the world.

 

“’Oh, Lydia, how I’d love to be tightly wedged into that delightful piece of flesh.  I can barely breathe for thinking of such pleasure.’

 

“’Well, I’ll meet with Jim and make my overtures.  Then, after I get him naked and ready, I’ll tell him I must visit the necessary.  You’ll be waiting right outside in the corridor, and, when I leave, you go in with your huge cock prettily rampant, and voila!’

 

“’Ingenious!  But where will you be?’

 

“’Artemus, don’t look a gift horse in the mouth.  Now I’ll go back to Jim’s room and wait.  You stay here and listen for my summons.’

 

“’Oh, I will,’ Artemus said, his voice throaty with arousal.

 

“Back in Jim’s chamber, I began to look for a likely spy hole I could use to see if the way of love went well.  Besides, I couldn’t let the gentlemen have all the fun.  I found the perfect little place to peek about four feet from the floor, next to a mirrored dressing table. I could sneak into the adjoining storage closet and spy on their love-making from there.

 

“Then the door opened.  It was Jim.  He gave me a slightly sad smile.  ‘Ah, Lydia, there you are,’ he said.

 

“’Jim, you don’t seem glad to see me! Are you well?  Perhaps I should give you a backrub.  Let me undress you, and I should have you feeling better in no time.’

 

“It seemed to me he hesitated before agreeing.  Nevertheless, I began to unfasten his shirt and vest.  He permitted me to take his boots and socks off, and then I pulled his trousers off.  ‘Oh, la, look at this fine fellow,’ I said as I kissed his dear cock, alas only partially aroused.  ‘I wonder that your’re not yet ready for love.’

 

“’I didn’t know I was supposed to be,’ Jim said with a certain crankiness.  But his mood changed in mere moments as I kissed the sweet tool into a fine standing position.’

 

“’Very nice, James.  Now let me slip away to ready myself before you receive the finest fuck of your life.’

 

“He again merely gave me a subdued smile.

 

“Slipping out in the hall, I whispered loudly ‘Artemus!’  He emerged wearing only a nightshirt, his aroused cock making its front bulge intoxicatingly. ‘Seize the moment, Artemus, and happy Christmas to you both!’

 

“’How can I ever thank you, Lydia?’ he cried.

 

“’Oh, your kind attentions to Jim will repay me more than enough!’

 

Artemus then kissed me once before he opened the door to Jim’s room.  I slid away and was soon ensconced in the storage closet where I could see most of Jim’s room.  There they stood, Jim naked and Artemus facing him.  If I didn’t know better, it might have seemed as if they were quarreling.  Then Artemus opened his nightshift.  He was more erect than ever, a proud pearl of liquid already gleaming on his cock’s end. 

Jim’s expression changed to one of wonder.  Then Artemus smiled at him and said something, and Jim fetchingly turned his back to him.  Artemus’s eyes gleamed, and he rushed and knelt to cover Jim’s  backside with kisses.  After a few moments of this, Artemus rose and lead Jim by the hand to a nearby upholstered loveseat.  Jim knelt on its seat, displaying the perfect curves of his ass.  Meanwhile, Artemus was rubbing the huge inflamed head of his cock with some sort of emollient.  Then propping himself on the loveseat and taking aim, he worked his huge tool into Jim’s tight hole. 

 

“Their intent faces showed the enormous concentration they were expending in their fucking, and I could only imagine what it would be like to serve as the beloved virgin arsehole for such a cock.”

 

And here Lydia paused for a moment to bask in the remembered thoughts.  Then she sighed and continued her story.

 

“I hadn’t wanted to awaken any suspicions, but I had kept a steady eye on my beloved bag of jewels, the ones Jim had impounded.  He’d given the bag to Artemus, who had placed it in the shuttered credenza of their parlor car after he and I returned to the train.

 

“Those jewels were my rightful property, and I was going to have them!  Fortunately, I knew Jim and Artemus were heavily preoccupied and wouldn’t hear me pocket the gems and hurry to the train station where I hailed a cab to take me to a private dwelling in the city, bribing the driver not to tell where I had gone.

 

“I had gotten away with it!  But I felt no guilt.  These two stalwart and handsome gentlemen were having a Christmas night adventure worth more than any number of diamonds.”

 

“Bravo, Lydia!  What a capital tale!  And quite rousing too.  Say, you wouldn’t be interested in a quick . . .”

 

She stopped my lips with her finger.  “My dear boy, now you must leave an old lady with her treasury of beautiful Christmas memories.  Come back again, perhaps in the New Year, and I’ll spin you another good yarn.  Until then, Merry Christmas and adieu.”

 

And Merry Christmas to you, dear readers! 

 

 

 

End of story.