This story contains sexual words, actions, and themes.  
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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.







