| "Are you comfortable, Artemus?" Jennifer asked.
"Yes, very much so." He was sitting in the stateroom on the divan, his injured leg propped on a pretty tessellated ottoman. "But you know what would make feel better." It wasn't a question. "Oh, Artemus," Amber giggled. "Can't you sit your sweet selves down for just a bit?" And, gracefully, with much adjusting of their charming uniform skirts, the girls sat on either side of him. (Artie remembered very clearly the day they'd met: he'd been at a race track in the Panhandle on a rainy spring day, and he'd seen two young women standing demurely arm in arm at one end of the track. He'd tipped his hat and introduced himself and then placed two-dollar bets all around, and, before the evening was over, he was fucking Amber in the cab home while the cooing Jennifer held his balls in her soft hand.) He kissed Jennifer very lightly on her lips, and then he kissed Amber. They kissed him back. Sweet and breathless. And then the kisses became a little more urgent. Artie opened his mouth as he kissed each girl in turn, and their sweet mouths received him. He moved his hands down to their hips and caressed them carefully. Meanwhile, their small hands moved daringly to his thighs. And then both girls' hands began to wiggle around a bit. And, for no reason, he focused on Jennifer, kissing her deeply again and again, while Amber moved her hand around his lap until she paused directly on the most sensitive part of him, gently pressing it again and again. His breathing was heavy and he tried to move so she could reach him more easily, but instead she began to undo the buttons of his trousers. And in a moment he was free and completely erect. "My goodness," one of them breathed. And suddenly both sets of girlish hands were moving up and down his aroused flesh. "Oh, girls," he said breathlessly. "Artemus, you are so .. . " and Jennifer leaned over and took him in her mouth. He was so large she could barely surround its head with her soft lips. Artie closed his eyes and his hand moved blindly to Amber's bosom and stayed there between her warm breasts. Then he pushed himself against Jennifer's mouth one more time before he put his hand under her chin and raised her head. "I know a better use for our friend here. Take off your clothes." And the girls stood up and fetchingly undressed each other. Artie particularly liked it when they embraced and pulled down each other's soft lawn drawers, all ribbons and lace with the warm curved flesh underneath suddenly exposed to his sight. Soon they were wearing nothing but their white stockings. "Now who's first?" Artie said between kisses. "Let's get you undressed," Amber sighed and Jennifer smiled with her, and suddenly Artie was shirtless and his pants were pulled off and he was lying in the same position as before, and he was naked and ready for them. And it was Jennifer who was first. Her eyes were large and shining and she placed herself, tight and slick, on top of him and then she moved down very slowly. Exquisite. He felt her softness surround him, and his ears rang. And, through his half-closed eyes, he could see her moving up and down against him, and now he leaned over and kissed Amber and left his fingers drift down her willing body. Both girls had their eyes closed, and Jennifer was sighing prettily. Then she threw her head back and began to tremble. Artie had to restrain himself a little so he could save it for Amber; it was difficult to do but he did it. Jennifer's head fell against his chest, and he patted it as he pushed once more deep inside her. She gasped hard. "Artemus, Artemus," she whispered. And he turned his gaze to Amber, whose face was flushed and sweaty. Ready. "Amber? Could you help me finish?" It was one of his favorite tricks with the young ladies, to sound as if he were poor Artemus writhing helplessly in the throes of love. And, as Jennifer dreamily left his swollen flesh, Amber, looking him in the eye, placed herself on him in turn. "You're so big," she said. She sounded as if she could hardly believe it. Artie thought Amber like being fucked even more than Jennifer did, and so he speeded up, plunging again and again into her. And then he felt Jennifer back again. Her fingers were under him, opening him, her knowing touch going to just the right place. And he remembered the last time he'd been with the girls: his partner was off on a mission and he fucked Jennifer standing naked in the stateroom. Him behind her as the train went down the tracks and Amber fucking him with some sort of hard little rubber dilator, impossible to forget really, and he felt his body both suspended and extremely active, thrumming. And suddenly he and Amber were jerking against each other, flooding each other, her mouth was over his, kissing him deeply, her hands kneading his broad shoulders, but he hardly knew what he was doing. Finally he was able to whisper, "What wonderful medicine." And, now completely relaxed, he sat there as he heard the girls rise and begin to putter around the washroom, making pleased noises, cleaning themselves off. He shut his eyes. The sound of happy women in the next room and himself satisfied in the golden light of a prairie afternoon was better than any opium. Jennifer came out with a bowl of warm soapy water and some towels. She was in her neat little uniform again and she began to clean him off. She was a official now, a nurse again, but still she gave it a gentle squeeze and they smiled at each other. Then, after she cleaned him off, she began to dress him again. "Good lord, what's that?" he said suddenly. She looked startled. He reached behind her ear. "Oh, look." He showed her a ten dollar piece. She touched her hair and smiled. Then he pressed the coin into that sweet hand. "Buy yourself something pretty. And tell Amber to come out here." "I'll see if she's ready." And she went to the door of the stateroom. "Amber, Artemus has one more trick left in him." Amber appeared at the door, and she and Jennifer exchanged looks. Then she walked over. "Give me a little kiss," Artie said sleepily. And, as she leaned over, he touched her hair. "My word, Amber, look what I found in the collar of your dress." And he held the gold coin in front of her eyes. She smiled and grabbed it from him. "I must have forgotten it when I got dressed just now." He touched her breasts. Too bad he was lame, too bad he was finished for the day. Because he would have loved to do it one more time. Placing Amber on her stomach on the rigid horsehair of the sofa and she would be wearing nothing but her stockings and she'd kick up her lovely heels while he fucked her again and again. "I can't wait to see you girls again." "Artemus," they both giggled. The train whistle blew; they must have been coming into the station. "Artemus," said Jennifer. "Are you sure you'll be all right?" "Of course, I'll just use the old pluck," he lowered his head and gave them a smile. "The old grit. Right, ladies?" "Oh, Artemus!" -finis- |
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