The Amorous Agatha Christie 04 - Sex Stories

The Amorous Agatha Christie 04

... soiled. Having made her cursory inspection, she looked up.

"This is a most unusual and unique situation. We seem to have a pervert on the train who not only has a fetish for female underwear but also possesses the ability to produce huge amounts of semen. The prostate produces well over 50% of the volume of an ejaculate load, and it's my initial guess that this fellow may possess not one but TWO prostate glands."

"Merde! But how on earth can we discover the culprit?"

Agatha gave him her demure smile and squeezed his arm.

"Leave it to me, Monsieur. It is a noteworthy case to be sure. I shall do my best for you and will have your man before daybreak. With the help of my friend, Lady Derwent, I think I may have an idea. "

x

Frankie sat on her bed as her friend Agatha Christie examined the contents of her travel valise.

"I was going to tell you in the morning. When I retired I saw that my silk underwear was saturated with cum. Ruined now. Sooo much goo!"

"This man is a pervert AND a pistol! I've never known such a person as this. Have you?"

"Well. I did sleep with Lord Wetherby's youngest. He used to gush like a fountain, but he always liked to cum in my mouth. Do you have any suspects?"

"The steward assures me that none may enter this first-class carriage from elsewhere, so that leaves all the men who are berthed here. The carriage is traveling light on this journey so not many to choose from. I have perused the passenger list. In Berth fifteen ...

... there is a Colonel Arbuthnot, who is aged seventy and retired. He looks to be too old for this lark. In Berth six is an American citizen, Hector McQueen. We all know that our American cousins are in the middle of a rejuvenated period since the Great War ended, and most live in a racy urban lifestyle. A very possible culprit."

"Go on."

"Then there is Edward Masterman and his partner Mary Debenham. I regard him to be the least likely as he seems to be rather busy in affairs of the bed with the young female."

"Right. Anyone else?"

"Only the dashing Count. My number one suspect. He even prepositioned me this very night."

"Agatha! You saucy mare."

"I dismissed him naturally."

"Naturally. Unlike you to turn down a definite shag. A bit tired were you? Anyhoo. What plan do you have to catch the fiend?"

"I can see but one course of action, my dear. We observe all three in orgasm and determine who comes the greatest."

"Are you proposing that we make whoopee with each suspect?"

"You have it in a nutshell."

"Surely there must be another way!"

"If I set my mind to it, yes. But isn't this way more fun? We shall visit each in turn and then act."

"Well blow me down!"

x

The two plucky women entered the winding corridor. Agatha in her pajama-negligee over a diaphanous nightgown, and Frankie in her striped pajamas with the straight legs and ankle-baring hem.

"Logically we should split up. You, my dear, shall take the American, while I shall seduce the ...