by Henry Morgan
‘Sensors,’ the millionaire explained of the unasked question. ‘It adds a real touch of magic.’
The four of them entered an antechamber, and in the flickering firelight David made out walls colourfully decorated with hieroglyphs and smiling, life-size Egyptian deities.
About eight feet in front of them, another set of doors blocked their passage. These needed no key, however. Rick pushed them casually open to reveal a large room already lit by flames dancing inside more copper cones. Directly in front of them was a gilded throne, and all around them ancient Egyptian relics were on display.
For a moment David forgot the two beautiful women in lingerie as he stepped into the eerily lit room, and began studying the artefacts. He picked up a small figurine of a Nubian soldier holding a spear. It felt heavy in his hand, and looked old. ‘This is a very fine display,’ he said cautiously.
‘It’s more than that,’ his host declared proudly, ‘it’s a museum.’
David could scarcely believe what the man was saying. ‘You mean, all these pieces are genuine?’ he said.
‘The real McCoy,’ Rick beamed at him. ‘Everything in here has been verified by one of the highest authorities on ancient Egypt.’
‘How?’ David asked in wonder, genuinely interested in the subject. ‘There are millions of copies out there, and very good ones, too. How can you be so sure all these pieces are real?’
‘Let’s just say we have a friend who visits Kelly when we’re getting ready to buy another piece.’
David looked at Kelly, who was smiling alluringly.
‘We value his opinion,’ Rick added, ‘and Kelly values his cock. It’s quite an impressive tool for an old archaeologist. He’s one of the pre-eminent authorities on ancient Egypt in this country. The man knows his stuff.’ He chuckled. ‘He knows Kelly, too. Doesn’t he, sweetheart?’
Kelly giggled, and Rick told her to go fetch them all a drink.
David watched in growing fascination as Donna and Kelly each picked up a golden cup, and held it beneath the open mouth of a carved crocodile. A dark-golden fluid immediately ran out of the animal’s toothy jaws into the goblets, and the two girls then brought the mysterious offering over to the men, and all four tasted it.
‘Mm, that’s very sweet,’ David commented. ‘But very nice.’
‘It’s date wine,’ Kelly informed him, ‘made from a recipe found on the walls of a prince’s tomb.’
Rick laughed, and seated himself on the throne. On a table beside it sat two statues of black cats facing each other. He passed his hand between them and music - quiet but evocative and rich with sensual rhythms and percussion - filled the room.
‘More sensors?’ David asked.
‘Light sensitive,’ Rick explained, ‘drilled into the eyes. Don’t worry, these two aren’t ancient artefacts.’ He motioned for his guest to make himself comfortable on a long couch near the throne, and when the girls began dancing for them, David realised he was watching a well-practiced ritual his host undoubtedly enjoyed on a regular basis.
The music never stopped; it went on relentlessly, perfectly balanced between high and low notes, and the girls continued translating its haunting melodies into smooth undulating motions that brought them closer and closer together in a slow, erotic dance.
David glanced at Rick’s benevolent smile. He was enjoying the dancers’ efforts, as any red-blooded male would. Donna and Kelly were caressing each other, and soon they were kissing, lightly at first but then more deeply. As their excitement mounted, both girls lost their panties. Kelly pulled Donna’s off first, and tossed them to David. He held them in his hand, rubbing the soft material between his fingers before lifting it to his face, and breathing in the subtle yet pungent scent of Donna’s arousal. The chemical connections fired in his brain and his cock stretched out, demanding more room. He dropped his cigar into a stone pot, unzipped his trousers, and released his erection into the fire-lit chamber.
Kelly was now leaning forward into her husband’s lap, anointing his cock with date wine and suckling his glans. She, too, had lost her panties, and Donna’s face was buried deep between the cheeks of her bottom. The young blonde was enjoying a passionate rimming as her hips kept swaying to the music, taking Donna’s head back and forth with them as her own face rose and fell over Rick’s upright shaft.
It was a difficult position for Donna, squatting behind the other girl, and she eventually got up and moved to David. Their kiss was salty and dirty and much more intoxicating than the incense hanging in the air, replacing the sweet cloying smell with a much more potent scent. David pushed his fingers into the crotch of Donna’s panties, and thrust it up between her sex lips. The material slipped easily between the slick folds of her labia, absorbing her wetness as he caressed her clitoris. Then he lifted the panties to his mouth, and sucked her fresh juices from the crotch.
She seemed to like that very much because she kissed him again passionately, and then stood before him caressing her breasts through the tight, boned bodice with one hand while running her other hand down her body and between her thighs. David enjoyed the show, especially the part where she turned around and reached down to grip her ankles. Her legs remained perfectly straight and slightly parted, giving him a good view of her deliciously available pussy.
Then, quite unexpectedly, she straightened up and walked across the room to a large statue of Osiris. His crossed arms held the symbols of State - a crook to tend his flock, and the multi-tailed whip of the flail with which to chastise them. She wrested the whip from the god’s grasp, and turned to Kelly, who was still dutifully sucking her husband’s cock. The blonde never saw or heard it coming, but she felt the sting of every single strip of leather as they kissed her bare bottom. She gasped from the sudden pain, and nearly gagged on the phallus rising up out of the throne from her husband’s lap. He sat motionless as a god being worshipped, and closing her wide, startled eyes, she went passionately on with her oral devotions.
Rick smiled at Donna and drew on his cigar as he motioned for her to lay another stroke across his wife’s pretty buttocks, and another, and another. Then, at a further signal from him, Donna grabbed a handful of Kelly’s blonde hair and pulled her mouth off his erection.
‘Time for the slave girl to be mounted,’ she announced. ‘Open your passage and let your master enter.’
Kelly dutifully opened her legs and inched herself over her husband’s lap. Donna reached between her thighs, gripped Rick’s cock, and positioned his helmet at the entrance to her friend’s pussy with the sensual efficiency of a priestess performing an ancient rite.
Then Rick sat motionless on his throne and allowed his young slave wife to ride him with slow, tantalising movements of her slim hips. It was an erotic sight that made David want to sample the same treatment from Donna. He would have to wait, however, for Rick made another sign to Donna, which she interpreted and then translated for David.
‘You are privileged,’ she told him. ‘Rickie wants you to mount Kelly.’
‘I can’t wait,’ he replied enthusiastically, but Donna beckoned for him to approach the throne.
‘You don’t have to wait,’ she went on. ‘Rickie wants you to fuck her right now.’
David certainly enjoyed fucking young women up the arse, and liked to watch their expressions as they struggled to accommodate his cock in their tight sphincter. He glanced between Kelly’s thighs, and saw the creamy lubricant of her juices glistening along the full length of Rick’s erection as her pussy rode up and down. Above it, her stretched anus beckoned for more attention, and David quickly moved closer and edged forward between Rick’s outstretched legs until he felt the warmth of Kelly’s bottom touch his skin. Then Donna stepped up behind him, reached around his body, and gripped his penis.
‘I’ll put it in for you,’ she said formally. ‘You really are a very lucky man.’
> David did not necessarily consider himself that fortunate. After all, earlier in the day he had witnessed young Kelly’s buttocks on the receiving end of a very impressive black cock. She was probably so stretched that he doubted she would even notice his presence. But apparently, he was not heading for the back door. Donna lowered his erection until his helmet touched the base of Rick’s penis. This was new territory for David, in more ways than one, and his whole body tensed.
Feeling his reluctance, Donna gripped him more firmly. ‘Open yourself up to new experiences,’ she whispered. ‘You taught me that more than anyone.’
David allowed her to guide him closer to the unknown. He felt Kelly’s stretched pussy slide down Rick’s cock, and kiss his own solid rod. After several strokes the young woman stopped moving, and Donna used her fingers, as well as a guiding hand, to ease David’s additional erection inside her friend. It was a struggle, and Kelly moaned and whimpered as the combined thickness of two hard cocks stretched her wide open, wider than she had ever been stretched before. The supple tightness of her hole expanded to its absolute limits before David managed to push past its resistance, and sink snugly up inside her on top of Rick’s shaft. It was a strange sensation for all concerned, and it was a while before the two men realised the best effect was to be had when they thrust in unison.
‘My, God,’ Kelly gasped when they began fucking her in sync with each other, ‘I’m so full... I’m so full...’ She sounded a little frightened even as she added breathlessly, ‘Oh, it feels so good...’
It was a great experience for the men as well as they derived much of their pleasure from her cries of ecstasy. David’s enjoyment was further enhanced by the feel of Donna’s tongue fervently licking his sphincter, and by the stimulating sensation of her finger penetrating him there.
To end with perfection, the men maintained eye contact so they knew when they were each close to coming and wanted to pick up the pace. Eventually they could contain themselves no longer. Forgetting the need to be gentle lest they hurt Kelly, and with coordination no longer possible as lust blinded them, they thrust and bucked inside her, and together released a torrent of sperm into her that triggered her own almighty release. She screamed, and the mingled pain and pleasure of her throbbing pussy unable to contract over two solid and swollen shafts as she climaxed nearly left her unconsciousness.
Donna gently pulled David’s softening penis from Kelly, and led him back to his chair before helping Kelly down off Rick’s lap and encouraging her to lie down on the stone floor. Then, as the men recovered with a drink, Donna knelt and dipped her head between the young woman’s legs to enjoy a heady cocktail of come and cream.
Donna was the first to wake up in the shadowy Egyptian chamber. She crawled across the hard floor to David, who opened his eyes as her head began bobbing up and down the length of his cock, which was surprisingly hard again despite everything it had been through, and in. It was a wonderful way to wake up, and Rick appeared to have discovered another nice way. He was lying on top of his wife, riding her gently while squeezing her plump breasts between his fingers. No one spoke. They just sucked and fucked in silence, and then fell asleep once more.
When they all woke again, and finally emerged from the underground chamber, the house was dark. They had fucked away the entire evening.
‘What time is it?’ Donna asked, somewhat anxiously.
Kelly walked over to a large mantle clock, and peered into its face. ‘It’s almost eleven. You’d better telephone Doug and say you’ll be staying over.’
Donna sighed. ‘I can’t,’ she said. ‘We’re going to Denver tomorrow. Doug’s got some business up there, and I said I’d go with him.’
‘That’s too bad.’ Rick did not sound as if he cared, one way or the other. ‘I felt like doing it all over again after we got something to eat.’ He was obviously joking.
‘Me too,’ Kelly giggled. ‘We still have time for a bath though, Donna. You can’t go home looking like that.’
‘I guess not,’ Donna agreed.
Rick smiled, and pushed a button near the fireplace. A moment later a young Oriental woman entered into the room, and David abruptly realised there were servants living in the house. The girl wore black leather heels and a traditional black maid’s dress. Rick ordered her to run a bath, and then to bring a tray of food and drinks up to the bathroom. The girl acknowledged his instructions with a polite bow, and departed without any indication that the sight of four naked people had surprised or upset her.
While Donna telephoned Doug to tell him she would be a little late getting home that night, Rick reset the snooker table. He closed one end, and the two slate slabs moved up to form the bed. Finally, the cloth was pulled across the table by silent motors and everything returned to normal.
The large bathroom was, not surprisingly, laid out like an ancient Roman spa, and in the centre of the marble tile floor was a walk-in tub large enough to have accommodated the entire senate.
The four of them enjoyed the hot water while talking about the latest movies. David had not seen any of them, but his companions seemed happy to fill him in on everything he had missed; he did not seem to have missed much, but he kept his opinions to himself.
The servant brought in some sliced fruit and a large pitcher of Sangria, and then she poured some oil in the water that filled the air with the relaxing scent of lavender. She left, and then returned again about half an hour later carrying four thick white towels and matching dressing gowns.
David sensed the evening was drawing to a close; Donna appeared increasingly anxious to get home, and Rick showed no signs of wanting to share Kelly again.
After everyone was dried off, and Donna and David were both dressed, goodnights were said. The men shook hands, the girls kissed each other on both cheeks, and then Donna guided David to the front door and escorted him back to his RV.
‘It certainly was a surprise,’ she said as they neared the carport, ‘you turning up completely out of the blue like that.’
‘I’m sorry I alarmed or upset you,’ David apologised.
‘You did alarm and upset me - for a moment or two,’ Donna admitted.
‘Because of what happened in Pakistan?’
‘I thought you were a bastard for not helping me back there, you know that, don’t you?’
‘I told you, I was as scared as you were, Donna.’
‘Yes, I realise that now, but I didn’t at the time.’ She fished her keys out of her purse, and then looked up into his eyes. ‘But you know, in a way the experience made me stronger. It taught me how to look after myself.’
‘It taught me that, too,’ David acknowledged.
‘So, we both gained something from it?’
‘Yep, it certainly looks like it.’
She smiled, and held out her hand.
David took it, and then kissed her gently on the cheek. ‘It was nice to see you again, Donna,’ he said sincerely.
‘It was nice to see you, too,’ she echoed, turning away, ‘as a free woman.’
Chapter 9
Modesto was where David found himself when he woke up the next day. After leaving Rick Goldman’s house, he spent a few hours driving and thinking. He had enjoyed a few crazy nights since Minnie went home to her mother, and yet he found he could not resist surfing the Net again in search of swingers, and sex.
He looked out over his campsite near Durham Ferry. Everything was green, and boring. He pulled open the cupboard above the sink, and reached for his shaving equipment. His reflection told him he looked as jaded as he felt. He had been drinking too much and smoking too much, and he had been having entirely too much sex. He was in need of a very good rest.
After his shave, he e-mailed Justin and told him he was beginning the cross-country leg of his journey. He expected to make it to Miami in about five or six days, and he asked hi
s friend to book them a hotel there and then send the arrangements on to him.
It was still early in the morning. David had time to go for a stroll between the trees and commune with nature. He had intended all along to enjoy the excesses America had to offer, but he realised he was doing so at the expense of his spiritual side. Since his time in the Arctic, he had learned to love nature, and he had also discovered that nature tended to treat you more kindly if you respected it.
He walked for about an hour, and when he returned to the RV, he ate a large breakfast before taking a shower in the campsite washroom. His camper had a shower, but it lacked the space and power of the public facility.
By the time he took his place behind the wheel again, preparing for a twelve-hour drive to Las Vegas, he felt energised and refreshed, and with good music from his radio accompanying him on the journey, he set off for Yosemite.
Freed from his search for excitement and sexual pleasure, and half hypnotised by the long drive, David had lapsed into an almost dreamlike state by the time he reached and entered the national park. Without stopping to pick up any of the numerous backpackers taking the cheap route across country, he was making good time. He took a few hours getting through the park, and he even considered staying the night there because it reminded him so much of the Karelian peninsula, but he needed to keep to his schedule if he was going to make it to Miami in time to meet Justin, and so he pressed on.
As it happened, he had stayed inside the park longer than he realised, and exhaustion caught up with him before he reached Las Vegas. With the Funeral Mountains off in the distance, and Death Valley all around him, he decided to pull up and make camp.
The desert horizon wore the dying sun like a ruby ring as it set, sparkling with a last fiery, dazzling brilliance before plunging out of sight. Almost instantly, the temperature plummeted twenty degrees and night descended as if God had turned out the light.