Fred Sparkrock - Burning Desires

"… and you must realize that Terri will bed anything that wears pants because she is so poorly endowed. At first I took you to be another one of the riffraff she brings home. But a king, even of a small province-that's a different story!"

Hogar still babbled on, "If it would not offend you, sir, I have a fine set of clothing which I took in payment for a room from a nobleman down on his luck. I also have an old, but sturdy mankil left by the same nobleman which should prove to be a fine mount for your sacred quest, whatever it be. It's the least I can do to repay you for saving my hide, not to mention my gold, from the highwaymen."

Ponkert didn't protest as the innkeeper maneuvered him away from Terri and up a small flight of stairs to a room.

"Make this your home while you are here," Hogar said. "The nobleman's clothes are bundled in the corner."

As the man left, Ponkert entered and found his new attire spread across a chair. He chuckled to himself as he donned the rather gaudy black and white checkered trousers that fit him like tights. The loose blouse-like shirt, complete with puffed sleeves, was red. To top off the strange costume, there was a bright yellow cape, which he swirled to his shoulders with a flare that would have put Errol Flynn to shame.

Feeling somewhat like a clown, but thoroughly enjoying the medieval garb, Ponkert slid his feet into black knee boots, then strode back down to the main room of the inn like a strutting rooster.

The praises that came from Terri and Letti and their father seemed to be a little too much, but Ponkert didn't mind. Nor did his ego suffer as they led him to a wooden table and proceeded to array a feast of delectable meats and tasty vegetables before him. Although he couldn't identify one of them, the meat was fantastic; so was the service provided by the twin sisters. Ponkert suppressed the urge to order one of the girls to peel him a grape.

After the sisters cleared the remains of the meal away, Hogar placed a large earthen jar on the table, then seated himself opposite the Earthman. The wine, a transparent orange and quite tasty, flowed as the sisters returned with four mugs. Ponkert listened to the innkeeper's bawdy stories and laughed in the appropriate places. He also managed to learn the planet's name from the man-Keller. The mankil, which the innkeeper had given him as part of his reward, turned out to be Keller's equivalent of a horse, only with six legs.

After awhile, Hogar grew silent and Ponkert, in turn, told tales of his own. Every word of them were lies, but then no one seemed to mind.

Ponkert silently thanked Edgar Rice Burroughs, Robert E. Howard and Caer Ged for their tales of derring-do, from which he drew heavily.

As the log in the fireplace had turned to embers and due to the considerable amount of wine under his belt, the Earthman was finally allowed to be excused. Taking his arm, the still half-nude Terri helped him up the stairs and into his room. Somewhere below he heard the door to the inn open and another visitor enter, but he paid little attention to it.

Instead his complete attention was given to the woman who had begun undressing him. Terri's fingertips traced all sorts of soft, warm patterns over his body as an extra touch, while she stripped the gaudy costume from him.

As she neatly folded his clothes over a chair, Ponkert pulled back the covers on the massive four-posted bed that filled most of his small room and slipped in. Smiling at her self-made king, Terri's fingers tucked beneath her rag briefs. Watching his eyes following her movements, she wiggled her full, jutting hips slightly and slithered from the g-string.

For a few moments she posed for his admiring eyes, allowing him a total view of her obvious attributes.

Then in a tit bouncing little leap she was on the bed with him, her arms around his neck. Accepting the invitation, he pulled the willing girl to him. Her mountainous mammaries flattened against his naked chest as their lips met.

Easing his tongue into her mouth, he explored the dark, sweet harbor with an intensity that grew and grew. He felt her teeth gently nibble at his probe. Teasingly, he withdrew, then thrust back playfully, duelling with her moist pink tongue. Urgently, his arms tightened around her, locking them together as their tongues twirled and twined and danced madly over each other.

When he broke for a deep breath, he allowed his teeth to nip tauntingly at her lips. She moaned and quivered, shoving her body even closer to his nakedness. Sliding a leg out from under the covers, he maneuvered it between her thighs. The wetness of her excitement welled from her cunt moistening his knee. Gently, he rubbed his leg into the wanton mound.

However, the reaction he obtained was exactly the opposite of the one he sought. Moaning, the girl disentangled his arms and rose above him.

"I'm sorry, milord Chad," she pouted. "It seems that Sir Yngvi and his crew did more harm than I realized. I am more than a little tender."

Understanding, the Earthman gently brushed his hand against the girl's cheek and smiled.

But Terri had started something and was not to be put off. "Chad, you will not be denied a woman. Wait but a moment!"

Before he could reply, the delightful bundle of woman had bounded from his bed and darted out the door. Within seconds, he heard the padding of four bare feet outside. In the next moment, they were inside the room.

The second pair of feet belonged to Terri's lovely sister, Letti, who wore but a thin cotton nightgown. Letti's eyes sparkled as they met the sight of the half-covered, naked man reclining on the bed.

"I had planned cuntry matters this night," Terri began, "but since I am unable to perform, my sister will!"

Ponkert's cock stirred beneath the bed sheets at the proposal that had just been offered. Letti didn't seem to mind either.

In one swift motion, the girl reached down and grabbed the bottom of her gown, then pulled up. She didn't stop until the fabric came off above her head and fell to the wooden floor behind her. Ponkert's prick went as rigid as a flagpole at the double image of beauty that stood at the foot of his bed. Letti was an exact image of her sister. The same billowy breasts jutted out from her chest, already heaving with arousement. Her legs were just as shapely and supple as Terri's, and equally, they forced his eyes to focus on the full-fleeced love mound that waited between her spread legs.

Hard-pressed to find any difference in the two girls, Ponkert finally found the distinguishing characteristic-Terri had a large dark mole in the smooth creamy valley between her tits.

"You have found my ugliness, milord," the girl said, noticing the direction of his gaze. "I hope you do not find it too offensive."

Suddenly realizing the meaning of Hogar's remarks about Terri's ugliness, Ponkert began to laugh, "Terri, my beautiful scullery maid, you still are unrivalled in my eyes!"

Then he added for Letti, "Although I must admit your sister is the closest thing I've found to you."

Apparently pleased by his words, both girls trotted across the room in a bouncing, bobbing movement of four tantalizing tits that mesmerized him.

Without hesitating, they slid into the bed, one on each side, sandwiching him between two equally warm and exciting bundles of woman-flesh. Their mouths were all over his, each seeking to possess his lips.

Still laughing, he cried out, "Enough. I am but a normal man with the capability of satisfying but one woman at a time!"

Both girls withdrew a little, very little. Their ponderous tits still mashed and flattened against his sides, and their hands still explored over the muscular rises of his chest, playing in the thick forest of hair that grew there. Occasionally, their fingers would find one of his small pebble-like nipples and tweak it teasingly.