Jane Stalwart: The Cock of Osiris

Jane turned and ran, the crowd following her heaving bosom with their eyes. A topless European woman was not a sight normally seen in the souk. Another cultist had caught up with the professor and Patty. He was raising his sword for a strike when the hook of the umbrella caught his wrist and spun him around. Just as Aket had, the cultist froze in surprise to see her bared breasts. He was even more surprised when her fist smashed through the bridge of his nose.

"Lost your top again," stated Patty.

Jane harrumphed, grabbing the turban off the man's head. The cultist was shaved bald everywhere including chin and eyebrows. He had kohl eyeliner around his eyes, ancient Egyptian style. Jane punched him again for good measure when his eyelids began to flutter. "This way to the airfield," she yelled.

By the time they arrived near the air field, Jane had unraveled the turban and managed to cover her breasts with it after borrowing a hair pin from Patty. It was still unseemly, the material barely covered her breasts and left her entire belly exposed. Still, it would have to do because their plane was on the runway, props spinning and they were about to push the boarding stairs away. She waved and the stewardess at the top of the stairs motioned for them to hurry. "Come with us professor," she urged. "It isn't safe for you here."

"My place is in Egypt, Lady Stalwart." He raised the bag and held it out for her. "Give my regards to your father."

"I will," replied Jane reaching out for the bag just as Omar stiffened. His eyes opened wide in alarm. "Omar?" she asked, just as he fell forward into her arms, a multi bladed throwing dagger in his back.

"PROFESSOR!" she screamed, looking up to see Hassan wickedly grinning on the edge of the field. Still holding the professor, the bag containing the COCK between them, Jane's hand went into her bag and came up with the pistol. Hassan's grin turned into a look of terror and the little man threw himself to the ground just as she got off three shots.

"Jane, come on," cried Patty racing towards the plane. The stewardess alarmed by the gunfire was pushing the stairs away and trying to close the doors. More cultists appeared in the street racing towards them. Jane quickly checked the professor for a pulse and finding none, she grabbed the bag and ran for the plane.

"My word!" gasped a passenger upon seeing Jane's exposed belly as well as the exposed bottoms of her breasts.

"Sorry, but I seemed to have lost my blouse," said Jane, lowering the bag to cover her front. "I suggest you get this in the air as soon as possible," she yelled to the pilot.

The pilot grinned at her and winked, his eyes sweeping her body and Patty's as well. He turned back around and pushed forwards on the throttle. "I suggest we listen to the lady," he told the copilot motioning his head towards a growing number of sword wielding robed men racing towards them, a giant black man not far behind.

Jane watched the cultists angrily waving their swords as the plane gained speed and was soon airborne, following the Nile North to Alexandria. The plane flew over the harbor and the Royal navy's Mediterranean fleet recently relocated here from Malta. Patty looked over her shoulder. "Is that an aircraft carrier?"

"Yes," answered Jane. "I believe that's the Eagle."

"And the others?"

"That type is a cruiser. I recognize that one as the Manchester. The slightly smaller ships are destroyers."

"Magnificent," stated Patty.

"Agreed," said Jane saluting the ships of her countrymen.

The tin goose aimed itself North towards Turkey.

Chapter Four: Baptism on the Orient Express

Jane's eyes were closed as she floated naked on her back in the hot water. She was in a deep meditative state, completely relaxed. She'd had difficulty achieving this state of being with the professor's murder being so fresh in her mind. When she opened her eyes again, she'd feel totally refreshed as if she'd gotten a full nights sleep.

Patty slid up out of the water and let the hot steam embrace her nude body before reaching for a comb and going to work getting the tangles out of her luscious red hair. The young Irish Catholic once found it scandalous being nude with her mistress, but had grown used to it over the years as their sisterly affection for each other continued to grow. "I haven't felt this clean in a week," she cooed. The thought of bathing in a public Hammam or Turkish bath would also have scandalized the Patricia O'Toole of just a few years ago, but Jane had rented it out just for the two of them.

Patty glanced at her mistress. Jane's feet were crossed at the ankles, arms outstretched in a Jesus on the cross pose. Her dark hair floated behind her. Jane's nipples were erect, the tips of her breasts glistening in a ray of sunlight from the overhead skylight. Big bosoms were the one thing their figures had in common other then similar heights of 5'6". Otherwise, the bodies were very different. Jane was trim and athletic. Her curves were sexy, but muscular and her breasts appeared way too large for her figure. Patty was trim also, but she was softer and curvier then Jane with larger buttocks and more jiggle to her body when she walked.

Patty's naked body was still dripping water as she walked towards their pile of clothes and the bag poor Professor Omar had given his life for. She opened the bag and pulled out the hieroglyphic covered box. She glanced at Jane who was still floating quietly in the pool before turning her attention back to the box. Patty found herself thinking about the COCK often, ever since Omar had first shown it to them. Jane had checked on it once in the plane and Patty had stared intently at it every second it was exposed. Now she quietly opened the box and took the COCK OF OSIRIS in her hand.

It's so big and thick she thought over and over. Patty's own nipples were extending as she stared at it. They grew so hard they started to ache even as she felt her womanhood giving off heat and turning wet inside. Patty moved the COCK down to her breasts and ran the bulbous golden head over one of her hard pink nipples. Her areolas looked like little pyramids capping off her breasts with a darker redder nipple in the center, Jane's were flat, bigger circles with much thicker and longer nipples and Patty had the disturbing image of herself running the shaft around Jane's nippless just as she was doing to her own breasts. The COCK was so lifelike, it even had a hole where the urethra would be. So big, so thick, she thought. Mmmmm, I want a man this big! What would something that big feel like inside me? She thought as her hand involuntarily moved the gold phallus down her belly towards the bushy tuft of red pubic hair.

"PATTY! What are you doing?"

Patty jumped, startled by Jane's sudden outburst. She involuntarily started blushing from her cheeks to her chest. "Nothing," she replied unconvincingly. "I was just examining the COCK."

"Well put it back." Jane left the pool and strolled over towards a towel, leaving a trail of water behind her.

"Do you think there's any men this big?" Patty asked returning the COCK to it's box. She failed to notice The COCK was starting to give off a faint green glow as she let go of it and closed the box.

"A bit of a size queen are we," teased Jane, feeling bad at the look of horror that crossed Patty's face.

"I've not seen any quite that big, but several that are close." Jane walked over to her clothes and began to dress. Her outfit this time was a bit more ladylike for boarding the West bound train. "I seem to attract well endowed males." Jane frowned, realizing the truth of this statement. At first, Patty had been scandalized by Jane's amorous affairs for each of their adventures seemed to send Jane into the arms of a male lover. Not that she was indecent, there was an attraction and even love involved with many of her paramours. The problem was their attitudes after becoming lovers. Each and every man expected her to settle down with them, get married, and raise children and Jane was not ready for that. Patty came to understand her behavior after awhile and soon she loosened up enough to enjoy a few men of her own.

The women dressed and left the Hammam feeling refreshed and revitalized. They strolled through the streets of Istanbul carrying nothing but the bag holding the COCK and a new umbrella recently purchased to protect Patty's fair skin. Jane's gun was in her side pack strapped to her thigh and under the dress, a little hard to reach, but ready to go if needed. The women took a ferry across the choppy waters of the Bosporus where they dined at the Pera Palas Hotel which catered to rail travelers. The train's dining car wouldn't be attached until after they left Istanbul in time for breakfast service. The famed blue and gold railway cars of the Orient Express were being loaded as they arrived. The train was short with 4 sleeping cars each holding ten rooms and a baggage car at either end. Additional cars would be added and subtracted at different stops depending on the destination. They showed their tickets and boarded, a French porter showing them to their cabin. His name was Jean and he would be their coach attendant during their journey. Their luggage was there waiting for them. Their room had already been turned down for the evening. There were two beds, one above the other. A table held a wash basin with some heated water and a sponge, but the women were still refreshed from the bath and didn't use it. In the morning, the compartment would be converted into a sitting room with a sofa and table, the beds folding into the wall. A few hours later at 10:00pm, the train left the station heading towards Paris and the women changed into their night clothes. Jane climbed onto the top bed while Patty laid down on the bottom. Both women fell quickly asleep.

Patty woke around midnight. She'd been dreaming of the COCK OF OSIRIS! Her nipples were hard and she felt damp between her legs. She wanted to see it again, to hold it, to feel it's touch on her body. She suddenly grew afraid. She couldn't move and felt a great weight on her chest. Above her, Jane was snoring. Patty tried to call for help, but no words came out of her mouth. The young Irish woman slipped out of bed, but she wasn't the one in control. She was awake, but asleep, a somnambulist moving through the room towards the bag with the hieroglyphic box holding the COCK. Patty looked down at the bag and slid her brassiere straps off her shoulders. Warner company classified her breast cups as a D, but even their top sized brassiere seemed to strain containing her white bosom. Patty dropped the bra before bending to slide her short bloomers down off her rear end until she stood naked before the bag. She knelt and removed the box from the bag. Patty slid her hand over the hieroglyphics before opening the box. The COCK was glowing, giving off a green tinge that filled the room with a subtle glow. She grabbed the shaft, so big and thick, her mind told her as she stood back up.

"PATTY! What are you doing?" yelled Jane, sliding easily off the top bunk. Jane slept in a sheer silk shift. She wore nothing beneath the shift and the silk hugged her nude body, her nipples pushed out the silk, breasts heaving. "PATTY!"

"Wh... what?" said Patty, shaking her head and coming fully awake. She turned to face Jane. "Jane?" she asked confused. One hand held the base of the COCK, her other hand was sliding up and down the thick shaft. It glowed brighter as her hand stroked the golden rod.

"Patty, stop it," gasped Jane even as a cloud of white dust erupted from the tip of the cock. She coughed as the dust filled the room. Jane waved her hand in front of her face. Patty was coughing and doing the same. "It smells," said Jane crinkling her nose. "It smells like SEMEN!"

"Jane," whispered Patty.

Jane took a step towards Patty looking at her friend in concern. Patty was flushed, her breasts heaving and staring strangely at Jane. Jane glanced down Patty's body. She'd seen her friend naked hundreds of times, but this was different. Patty's half inch long nipples were fully hard, so swollen with blood her normally pink areola were crimson and puffed out from her breasts. Her clitoris was so engorged, Jane could see it sticking out underneath her wisps of red pubes. As Jane stared, drops of Patty's arousal began dripping from her clit to the floor. Jane knew her friend was pretty, stunningly beautiful even, but had never realized just how physically attractive and sexy Patty was. Jane felt fluid dripping from her own swollen clit and felt the dull ache from her own hard nipples. "Patty?" she asked as the Irish woman stepped closer. Patty reached out and grabbed the top of Jane's shift, ripping it down and pulling her forward until their lips met. They kissed with more passion and lust then either woman had ever kissed a man. Jane moaned as her tongue danced around her friend's tongue. Patty tasted delicious!

Jane's breasts had been exposed when Patty ripped her shift. Patty's left hand hefted one breast and squeezed her hard nipple. Jane gasped around Patty's tongue as waves of pleasure coursed through her body. Her nipples had never been this sensitive before. Patty's other hand reached around her back and lifted her shift up so that she could grab one of Jane's taut well-rounded buttock cheeks. She still held the COCK in her hand and Jane could feel the hard shaft pushing into her skin.

The normally demure and submissive Patricia O'Toole, pushed Jane back onto the bed, while pushing the top bunk up to make more room for them. Patty climbed on Jane, burying her head in her breasts and sucking one of Jane's inch long nubs between her lips. Lady Jane Stalwart gasped in pleasure as more ripples of pleasure coursed through her body. Jane's hands grabbed Patty's head, holding her against Jane's breast when Patty tried to pull away. Patty gently bit Jane's nipple and half kissed half licked her way over to Jane's other breast and it's awaiting nipple. Jane moaned, her hips involuntarily humping upwards wishing a man was inside her.

Patty bit her other nipple before kissing her way down the fit woman's taut undulating belly. She kissed Jane's navel and wiggled the tip of her tongue inside it even as Jane's hips continued to buck upwards impatiently waiting for Patty's lips and tongue to reach her needy quim. Patty licked down under her bellybutton to the top of her black haired pubic mound. The wet tongue slid around the top and down the sides of her pubic hair. Jane whimpered and gasped as her clit was suddenly sucked between Patty's lips causing her to immediately orgasm.

Jane Stalwart had barely recovered from her first orgasm when she felt the pangs of another growing as Patty's tongue wiggled it's way into her pussy. Jane moaned and writhed on the bed. Her head moved left and right, her belly undulating downwards even as her labia spread open stretching around the huge bulbous end of the COCK OF OSIRIS! Patty rapidly flicked her tongue over clit as she worked the COCK in deeper. Jane's vaginal muscles clamped down around the COCK and she came again, hard and powerful, her whimpers of pleasure turning into a scream.

The COCK had returned to normal, no longer glowing, but it felt like the real thing. It was as warm as any living penis and Jane swore she could even feel it's pulse, but then it was probably her own pulse from where her vaginal muscles were tightly squeezing it inwards trying to pull it in deeper. Patty kissed her clit again and then slid her body up over Jane's until her head found Jane's erect nipple again even as her other hand worked the COCK in and out of Jane's pussy.

"Fuck me," hissed Jane. "FUCK ME!"

A shadow moved in the corridor just outside the cabin, stopping at the door. The handle jiggled softly, finding it locked. The handle quit turning. There was a dull thud just outside the gap underneath the door and the first scorpion scurried into the room.

Jane had never been penetrated so deeply or felt so full in her life. She came again as Patty worked the COCK as fast as she could. Patty released Jane's nipple from her lips and slid her body up until she could stare into Jane's eyes. Patty continued to stare as she released the base of the COCK and moved her hand down to the broken base, slowly pushing the remaining five inches inside Lady Jane until her lover had taken the entire length of the golden shaft. Jane's eyes rolled up inside her head and she whimpered even as her pussy clamped down around the stone COCK, cumming again and again.

"My turn," whispered Jane. She flipped her Lady's Maid over until Jane was on top. Jane moaned, cumming again as her vaginal muscles still tightly gripped the COCK OF OSIRIS. She clenched then relaxed, pushing her quim's muscles outward until the heavy stone cock fell to the bed between Patty's legs, the head pointing towards it's next moist home

Jane kissed down Patty's neck, her warm lips finding Patty's pink nipple. The Irish woman gasped and writhed with pleasure as Jane's lips suckled on her sensitive breasts. Jane moved lower, but Patty was impatient. Her white hands found Jane's dark hair and pushed down. Jane's tongue wiggled into Patty's pussy as Patty crossed her legs around Jane's back. Patty couldn't help herself and humped Jane's tongue, her bucking hips lifted up, sliding Jane's tongue down to the tight puckered rosebud of her anus. Much to Patty's surprise, Jane actually wiggled her tongue and pushed it inside her anus. Patty gasped in shock at how good it felt. But it was wrong and Patty lowered her hips, sliding Jane's tongue between the folds of her pussy and upwards. It was Patty's turn to cry out in orgasm as Jane quickly sucked her clit between her lips. Her hips bucked, Jane's tongue sliding back down and into her anus again, then back up. Patty couldn't stop and continued bucking her hips, Jane's tongue sliding from clit to anus and anus to clit until Patty came again.

Jane raised her head, her mouth and chin soaking from Patty's powerful orgasms. She gazed up Patty's rippling belly and her heaving breasts as the gasping woman stared back down at her. Then Patty felt her vaginal lips opening wide as the COCK pushed past them. It was Patty's turn to experience the pleasure of being so fully penetrated by the thick shaft. Jane bent and kissed the nub of her pussy while pushing the cock in deeper working it slowly in and out so that the less experienced maid could grow accustomed to the huge shaft. Patty suddenly whimpered and cried, tears actually flowing down her cheeks from the powerful orgasm that rocked her body. Jane held tightly to the base of the COCK as Patty's orgasm was so strong, it tried to force the COCK out of her.

Jane slid of the bed and knelt on the floor beside Patty. She kissed Patty's pale breast and faint areola, sucking and biting her nipple even as her other hand continued working the cock in and out of Patty's spasming pussy. Jane turned Patty's head toward her and brought her lips down against Patty's. Their tongues dance again while Jane did the same thing Patty had done to her and pushed against the base of the COCK until the entire shaft entered Patty, plugging her up like a cork. Patty mewled even as she kissed her mistress. Her body tensed up, feet pushing her hips up off the bed. Jane slid her hand up the trembling woman, found her nipple and pinched.

"AAHHH!" cried Patty, cumming. This time the COCK shot from the pussy followed by a trail of vaginal fluid and the COCK struck the floor with a loud thump. Patty's body fell back down on the bed, while she gasped for breath.

Jane wiped the back of her hand across her chin. Her friend was quite the squirter. She walked on her knees over to the COCK, reaching down for it. Her hand paused inches from the artifact. Two pincers stuck out from under the stone shaft, followed by eight legs, four on each side. She picked the COCK up and saw the evil looking tail on the squashed bug. A SCORPION!!