The Quest for the Pink Pearl
written by:
juanwildone

Quest for the Pink Pearl by juanwildone

All was lost.

Scandal. Failure. Dismissal. Disrespect. He raised his hands to his head and held it; anything to ease in his head the incessant pounding drumbeat of advancing doom.

Dr. Ronald Pencraft Smythe-Wilkins mechanically acknowledged the many nods and greetings directed at him as he crossed the lobby. Smythe-Wilkins, considered by many one of the great archaeologists of the modern era, walked in the stoic manner of a man going to his execution. Last night he had stood before a great assemblage of peers and patrons honoring him for his recent discovery and excavation of Gon-al-Tway? Yet from this great height of fame, he had fallen. Fallen to the deepest depths of depression and dispair.

Scandal. Every time he raised his hand in greeting he smelt her scent on his fingers. A fragrance more intoxicating then any drink. In the midst of this gathering darkness; it was the lone bright spot: her arousal, her need, and most magnificently, her yielding to him. A smile tried to form on his face and failed. What did it matter anymore?

Failure. That was the word that droned endlessly in the background of his thought. There was no doubt that the discoveries of Gon-al- Tway would cement his position in the pantheon of modern archaeology. The excavations alone would take decades. And yet - failure; he had not found the Pink Pearl nor its treasure.

That damned Pearl! This expedition was, in all likelihood, the last one his sponsor and good friend Lord Nonesuch would ever fund. It was Nonesuch who had financed the three previous expeditions. It was Nonesuch who had first told him of the Pearl. And it was Nonesuch's unrelenting enthusiasm to mount a serious scholarly search for the Pearl that Smythe-Wilkins had ridden to the top of his profession. For what?

Ronald had not put much thought into the search for the Pearl until an innocent accident had changed everything. He had been toiling in Lord Nonesuch's library, working on a fresh translation of ancient Archovean texts, when an assistant had spilled a cup of black tea on one of the texts. Well aware that any efforts to wipe or blot the tea might remove the ink used on the Archovean texts Smythe-Wilkins had decided to let the sheet of text dry overnight. The next morning, he checked the frail paper for damage by using the rising sun to backlight it. He was surprised to see faint writing beneath the Archovean script.

The faint writing seemed to be a more ancient iteration of Archovean. As he examined the revealed writing, Ronald was shaken to his very core. The text spoke of a Pink Pearl and of an indescribable treasure. The new translation went slowly but gradually a set of directions seemed to emerge. The directions were unusual and somewhat confusing in that they seemed overly vague. They implied that the Pearl, though well hidden, was easily found if looked for at the right time. Ronald had been so sure this time. It was if the Pearl had been in his grasp and now it was gone.

Standing at the bottom of the staircase of the Osso-Sheik Hotel his hand came to rest on the cold marble ball of the handrail. It's round fullness filled his palm in an all too familiar way; it's hard coolness in stark contrast to her soft warmth.

Caroline Nonesuch, just 26 years old, was the youngest daughter of Lord Nonesuch. She had been a child of twelve or thirteen when Ronald had first met her father. Caroline had shown great interest in the field of Archaeology from an early age and had become a noted translator of ancient texts in her own right. Never the less, Ronald had been less then enthusiastic when Lord Nonesuch informed him that Caroline would represent her father on this most recent expedition.

Ronald had been pleasantly surprised to discover that Caroline was in fact just as capable and insightful in the field as she had demonstrated in her studies. She had that intuitive quality that was essential for a good field archaeologist. Ronald and Caroline had even discussed the possibility of future collaborations. However, given the events of last night Ronald wouldn't be surprised if he never saw her again.

In the afterglow of acclaim at last night's party Ronald and Caroline had enjoyed many a toast - too many evidently. While catching some fresh air they had found themselves sitting side-by-side as the full moon rose over the bay. Caroline had whispered something that Ronald had not heard clearly and as he turned to her - their lips met. The instantaneous effect was explosive and overwhelming.

Ronald lost control of his self-discipline and any sense of social correctness. He rained passionate kisses on Caroline's mouth, neck, and shoulders. She had not resisted him in anyway and within moments, the top of her gown yielded as Ronald fondled her full breasts. His hand was high up between her legs, his fingers deep within her when a "cough" announced the presence of their host and hostess, the Duke and Duchess of Worthington. The scandalized expression on Dame Worthington's face at finding the pair was not lessened when Ronald stood to apologize. The tented front of his trousers was damning. Sir Geoffrey Worthington had quickly pulled him aside and given him time to re-compose himself as Dame Worthington had escorted Caroline away. Ronald did not see Caroline the rest of the evening.

Throughout the night he rode a roller-coaster of emotion; pride of acclaim, despair of his indiscretion, the ecstasy of her touch, and the loss of the Pearl.

Scandal. Failure. Disgrace. Ronald opened the door of his room and stepped inside. He closed it quietly behind him as if closing the door on his future. Lord Nonesuch would accept the failure of finding the Pearl as a simple fact. He might even understand the events of last night. Ronald entertained no illusions about Lady Nonesuch's reactions; she would not be understanding in the least. He wanted nothing more then to enjoy a cool drink and the sunrise.

"What are you doing here?" Framed in the balcony doorway, the sun rising behind her, Caroline Nonesuch stood bathed in golden glory - and nothing else. She stood there in glorious golden nakedness; a shaft of golden light shown through the intimate gap between her thighs. "My God Caroline - please!"

Caroline walked slowly towards the great archaeologist. Though he was a man eleven years her senior, she was in control and knew it. She smiled as he backed up against the door. Last night had confirmed for Caroline what she had long yearned for - that Ronald was as hot for her as she for him. She was not going to allow the opportunity to pass.

Ronald felt the familiar dizziness of desire that occurred all too often whenever Caroline was near. That nearness, combined with her nakedness was more then he could resist.

"Caroline - please. If anybody saw you come in here..." Ronald felt a flush of heat, not unlike Dengue fever, wash over him. "After what happened last night your parents will be so very disappointed - in the both of us. We owe them..."

"This isn't about my mother or my father Ronald. Do you really think it was you who took advantage of me last night? Do you really think that I wasn't aware of what was happening?"

"Er, what?" Ronald's self discipline was crumbling in direct proportion to the hardening of his cock. He thought of the consequences if he didn't regain control of the situation right now. Unfortunately, the events of the previous evening clouded his judgment, not to mention, any remaining ability he possessed to resist her.

"All of these years, all of this effort - and what to show for it?" Caroline placed her hands upon his chest and began to slowly unbutton his shirt.

"Caroline!" Ronald summoned the last reserves of his sense of propriety, "I accept complete responsibility for my atrocious behavior last night. I took advantage of you when we were both tired and had too much drink... and... oh God."

Caroline bent forward and kissed the exposed skin of his chest - he shivered and moaned. He felt her naked body press gently against his clothed erection.

"Poor Ronald, if you'd only known to look in the right place." She pushed his shirt off his shoulders but left it tangled around his elbows. She unbuckled his belt and pulled it out through the loops. As his pants fell to his ankles, Ronald made a final effort to stop the avalanche of desire that threaten to sweep all before it away.

"Caroline." His voice was so thick with desire that it sounded like a strangled croak. "What do you mean -ohhhh (Caroline's hand brushed along the length of his cock) - not looking - ahhhh -looking in the- ohhhh - right place."

Caroline stepped slowly back until she felt the wing back chair with the backs of her knees. She sat with her back straight at looked Ronald directly in his eyes. Her hands slid out to her knees and then slowly pushed her legs apart. Ronald felt as if he was going to spontaneously ejaculate at any moment.

"My poor formal Ronald - always so very correct, so very proper, and so very, very literal." Caroline smiled as she repeated the translated directions to the location of the Pink Pearl.

"Two mountains fair though seldom seen - twin peaks await their conqueror."

Caroline slowly traced around her breasts circling in to her nipples. She brushed her fingertips across them until they were taut and hard.

"Below them spreads a fertile plain Across it lightly wander."

She zig-zagged her fingers down across her ribs, over the toned surface of her abdomen, past her naval.

"Through thicket deep or smooth expanse Once there alone will tell"

Her left hand moved slowly through the golden tangle of her pubic hair. He right hand trailed over the smooth bulge of her swollen labia.

"Tween thick or thin, and deep within - As sweet as any well"

Her middle finger curled within her cunt and disappeared with a near silent slurp. It reappeared and found it's way to her mouth, only to disappear again.

"The pearl is hid from common view Golden speech alone reveals it."

Caroline's tongue wiggled slowly up and down in an unmistakable way.

"This treasure got with lavish praise, you'll live, well loved, through all your days."

She sat back in the chair and hooked her legs over the arms. One hand moved through the tangle of her pubic hair as the other came round by her thigh. The swollen lips of her cunt were spread wide and a finger plunged deeply within her. He had never in his life been more jealous of a finger then he was now.

"Sweet Ronald, your translation was right enough, however your interpretation was far too literal. It's not directions or a treasure map Ronald my love. It's a sex manual. It's directions about how to please a woman." Caroline pulled her cunt lips apart until her clitoris bulged out. "Come claim your Pearl."

Ronald trying to shuffle forward tripped and fell to his knees. His momentum brought him forward between her thighs. Caroline pulled his mouth to her cunt. She cried out in joy as his tongue lavished her clit with golden praise.

His nose nestled in the golden thatch of her pubic hair. His tongue either plunged between her swollen lips or swirled forcefully around her clit. When her felt her clit hardened he sucked it between his lips and raked it rapidly with his tongue. She screamed through orgasm after orgasm, until she could stand no more.

Caroline pushed Ronald away as he continued to lick and suck her. Unfortunately, with his arms still bound in his shirt he could do little to stop his falling over. He was able to twist onto his back at the last moment. The jostling caused his erection to poke out through his boxer shorts.

Like a woman possessed Caroline leaped from the chair and straddled Ronald. She grasped his hard cock and impaled herself on its unyielding rigidity. She proceeded to bounce up and down on it with an intensity that stunned Ronald as it rapidly brought him to the brink of orgasm. Her sunlit hair flew wildly on the upstroke and her breasts bounced in rippling delight on the down. Poor Ronald didn't stand a chance and quickly arrived at his moment of release. As he bucked his hips up into her Ronald roared his pleasure.

Caroline soon joined him as she lifted her head high and screamed through tremors of delight. She collapsed forward onto his chest panting hungrily for air. She slid forward pushing her nipple into Ronald's open mouth. He clamped down hard on the sensitive teat causing Caroline's back to arch upwards and Ronald's softening cock to fall out of her.

"Bastard." Caroline rose up and spun around. Planting her cunt right over his mouth, she lowered onto him and took his wet cock into her mouth. She relished in the sensation of his tongue cleaning her as she cleaned him. Slowly his cock regained its virility. Pleased with her skills, Caroline stripped Ronald of his remaining clothes.

"I'll have you now my sweet." Ronald was like a man possessed as he picked Caroline up. He carried her to the couch and bent her over the armrest. Caroline was completely open to him and unable to move. She squirmed as Ronald slid his erection along the open seam of her clean cunt lips. As he sunk his cock slowly into her, his sperm squeezed out. With excruciating slowness, he pulled out and then plunged deeply back inside. He did this a dozen times as Caroline moaned appreciatively.

Then he changed, quickly pulling his cock out of Caroline as she gasped in despair and then oh-so-slowly pushing back inside as she begged him to fuck her. Back and forth, he tortured her with fullness and emptiness until Caroline babbled incoherently as wave after wave of delight swept through her.

He pulled out and lifted Caroline again, this time carrying her to his bed. Caroline scrambled quickly to the edge on the bed and rolled onto her back. She pulled her legs up and spread her thighs wide. Her hands reached around her bottom and pulled her ass open.

"By God Caroline - you watched us. Didn't you?' Ronald saw the silent acknowledgment in her eyes. "You're just like her, eager for a thorough fucking." Caroline nodded, discarding any last pretense between them.

Ronald grabbed a pillow and placed it beneath Caroline's hips. He knelt before her and slowly licked her clit and cunt. A trickle of cum dripped down to her anus. Ronald massaged it with his finger, pressing harder and circling closer until her sphincter yielded to him and his fingertip entered her. Slowly he finger fucked the tight rim of Caroline's ass, his knuckle pushing and pulling across sensitive nerves.

He pushed deeper to his second knuckle and began to lick the rim of her ass on the backstroke. Caroline writhed on his finger. But when he placed a second finger next to the first and began to introduce it to Caroline's rectum, she closed her legs together freezing his movement.

"Don't do that anymore. Please take your finger out." Caroline attempted to move away from the edge of the bed. "You can fuck my mouth or my cunt anyway you want, but you can't fuck me in the ass."

"Oh?" Ronald stood slowly, all the while holding Caroline's thighs. The ready glans of his cock pressed gently at Caroline's ass.

"Only the man I marry can fuck me there. No other." The fires of lust burning in Caroline's eyes strengthened with steely determination. Ronald grabbed a jar from the nightstand and slathered his cock with the cool lotion. Then he rubbed it into Caroline's ass.

Caroline lifted to her elbows. "Didn't you hear me? I said that only my husband could have my ass - and I meant it."

Ronald wiped his fingers in Caroline's pubic hair. He placed her heels on his shoulders and gripped her thighs tightly. A slight dip of the knees had his cock pressed firmly against Caroline's clenched ass. He pressed forward as she resisted his advance.

Caroline tried to wiggle out of his grip, but any effort to break free lowered her resistance to his anal invasion. Her clenched ass burned with the pleasure and the effort to keep him out. His weight was too much, his strength too overpowering, she felt herself beginning to yield to him - and she knew that she would love it.

"Very well, I accept your proposal, such as it is, of marriage Ronald? I will be you wife." Caroline beamed in inspiration. "Accept my proposal to be my wife?" What was happening here? Ronald tried to pull back, but Caroline was relaxing her muscles and Ronald's momentum was taking him deeper into her.

"Yes. Yes. I accept!" Caroline relaxed her sphincter completely and screamed as Ronald sank into her. The burning pain in her ass was minor compared to the overflowing joy of her heart.

Ronald opened his mouth to protest until he realized that this was the solution to his problems; no scandal, because they were engaged. Future expeditions were assured because she would accompany him as well as provide the financing. Add to that the fact that he was madly in lust with her. Yes, this could work out perfectly Ronald began to thrust into Caroline. If she wanted to be fucked her decided to accommodate her. Ronald dipped a finger into the lotion and worked into Caroline's cunt. He curled it up and searched out the soft bulge of her G-spot. He knew he had found the spot when she gasped loudly and her eyes rolled back. Her pleasure built until all her efforts at coherent speech dissolved into utter babble.

Ronald came with practiced confidence. Caroline was near comatose as he pulled his shrinking cock from her ravaged anus. She lay there for close to 30 minutes before she sat up. She saw that Ronald was at his writing table. With cat-like quietness she walk over to him. With each step she felt his cum trickle from her cunt and ass and smear slowly down her inner thighs. She gazed silently over his broad shoulder.

He was writing to her father, seeking permission to marry her. Caroline noticed that the letter was back dated by nearly a month. He began a second letter dated today, stating that they could not wait a moment longer and that he was going to marry Caroline immediately. She smiled at the cleverness of her husband to be.

"Oh, and don't worry about mother, she'll be very happy. She'll have to find a new lover though - I'm not the type to share." Caroline bent forward and nuzzled Ronald's neck.

"I can't believe you knew all this time." Ronald reached back and covered her hand in his. He turned his head and they kissed softly and sweetly. "Weren't you angry at me - or her?"

"Why should I? She was happy, and you certainly seemed none the worst for it."

"But your father, I mean..." Ronald had fucked Lady Nonesuch with great skill and regularity for the many years her husband had supported him. "Don't worry about my father. He has his own mistresses you know; two currently I believe. Did you know the one of them is my good friends; he's been fucking her since we both finished with boarding school. Daddy has his secrets, mother has hers. Everybody is happy in their intentional ignorance."

Ronald was stunned. He had no idea that..."Hey, wait a just one minute. You seem rather blasˇ about your parent's extramarital activities and yet you say you're not the kind to share?"

"That's right darling. I'm afraid your wandering days are over." Caroline climbed into Ronald's lap and smiled. She kissed him again and again. "You'll have your hands full keeping me satisfied."

"The restrictions and challenge I gratefully accept?" Ronald held this amazing woman in his arms as he began to realize how completely his life would change. He was going to miss fucking Lady Nonesuch. There was a woman who gave as good as she got and she made sure that she got her fill - talk about strong-willed. If Caroline was anything like her mother. "And what about you, my dear? You're not exactly a shy virgin here. What of your lovers."

"I've found my treasure, darling." Caroline molded herself to Ronald. "I haven't been with a man for over a year. I have you now, I need no other man."

"Caroline." Ronald accepted Caroline at her word that there would be no other men in her life. And yet, he clearly remembered hearing soft moans of pleasure from the direction of Caroline's tent on many a desert night. In the morning she would look much as she did now, the confident glow of pleasure beaming form her. Ronald smiled to himself, the same glow he had seen on many of the other female members of the expedition. So she was like her mother in that way too. "As long as I am the only man in your life..."

"You are my love. You are..." Caroline rolled towards him and kissed him softly on the lips. "... the only man I need. The only man I will ever need."

"Then it's done. We'll marry at once, and formalize it upon return to England. Agreed?"

"Yes Ronald." Caroline rested her head on Ronald's shoulder. "I love you."

"I love you too Caroline. I have for quite some time." Ronald was surprised that he had spoken so boldly. But it was true, it was completely true. He released a great sigh of contentment.

"Ronald dear." Caroline paused until her husband-to-be acknowledged he was listening to her. "I want at least four children, ideally two boys and two girls. We can start our family after the honeymoon. I was thinking of a honeymoon in India. There is some fascinating work being done in the Indus valley, but we can talk about that later. I'll have to see if father is willing to..."

Ronald listened passively, as if receiving instructions.

He realized he was lost - utterly lost.