Fred Sparkrock - Burning Desires

Amazed by the sight, he watched as the cock-hungry girl increased the speed of her mouthy strokes. Where his glans had gently nudged the back of her throat when she had begun, the lust-gorged tip of his sex now pounded at her throat. Over and over she pulled up, then dropped down on the hard spike of man meat, impaling her face upon it. He no longer had the urge to rape her mouth-she was doing it for him!

He took the fantastic mouth for as long as he was able to endure. But at last, that tight knot of release blasted its way up the rigid pole of his lust. Violently, to match her own methods, he grasped the thick tresses of brunette hair. In a desperate hold, he held her educated lips and mouth to his exploding shaft.

But there was no need for his actions. The girl accepted the fiery load he offered. Willingly, she helped suck the opalescent fountains of hot come that spurted from the end of his prick. Helpless in his release, he watched her cheeks hollow as she sucked. Her throat twitched and bobbed as she swallowed every burning drop of the thick cream that coated her mouth and throat.

When at last she had sucked him dry, she removed her trained lips from his wilting penis. Smiling at the pleasure-weakened Earthman, she scurried from between his legs and moved to his side, nestling her head in the hollow of his shoulder. Almost absentmindedly, he fondled the tantalizing breasts that snuggled close to him as a "thank you" for the satisfaction she had brought. Kitten-like, the oral expert Jocelyn purred in return.

Fully enjoying the summery heat of Jocelyn's naked body against his, Ponkert's eyes moved across the room where his host and the girl Cynda were fully involved in their own form of sexual play.

Ponkert's first appraisal of Tomar's physique was accurate. The Hortian king may have been in his forties, but he had lost none of the steel-hard muscle of his youth. His biceps were the size of most men's thighs and his chest was a giant rain barrel. The Earthman had no chance to see if his cock matched the proportion of the rest of his body-it was fully entrenched in his companion's ass.

Ponkert's hand tightened on his own partner's tit as he watched the king pole into Cynda's bottom. Jocelyn, whose own attention had been drawn to the pair across the room, moaned and snuggled closer to her own man.

The small, short-haired blonde stood before Tomar. She was bent at the waist, her hands grasping her knees for support. Two well-formed tits bounced and bobbed from her chest as Tomar repeatedly lunged his fleshy sword between her perky buttocks. The sight of the two and the echoing words of Urusula, "Cynda-her ass is hot and tight and trained to hold a man like a grasping hand" were enough to stir new life to Ponkert's drowsy penis. But the Earthman had no intention of trying on Cynda. To do that would mean getting Tomar out of the way first. And Ponkert was no fool!

Instead, he settled back into the cushioning pillow to enjoy the bit of voyeurism that was being offered. Still he wondered if Cynda's ass could be as expertly trained as was Jocelyn's mouth.

As if having telepathically read Ponkert's thoughts, Tomar glanced at the Earthman and groaned in mid-stroke, "Tight-like a surgeon's glove-hot and tight!"

Ponkert grinned as he noticed Cynda twitch her ass, producing a deep groan from the king and drawing his attention back to her. Clutching the blonde by her waist, Tomar held her stationary and stopped his own motion.

The Hortian king, bent slightly and whispered, "Enough of the foreplay Now I intend to screw the hell out of this bottom of yours!"

The girl quivered noticeably and gooseflesh rippled over her body, "Yes, fuck me! Brand my bowels with that burning tool of yours!"

Snorting like a mighty black-maned stallion, he wrenched his cock from the woman, so that only the fat glans was retained in her ass hole. A devilish grin spread over his lips as his hands tenderly played over the smooth softness of her full buttocks.

In teasing fashion, he caressed the demi-globes of her ass cheeks.

Excited by his promise, the girl trembled in anticipation of the ravishing thrust that would eventually come. Piteous little whimpers were on her lips. Her breasts quivered and her arms shook. But still he waited.

Then in one powerful thrust, his hips sent the bulbous, throbbing lance of his sex searing deeply into the glove-like channel of her back. The girl groaned and gasped under the massive invasion. Involuntarily, she lunged forward, but the hands holding tightly to her small waist kept her from tumbling into the white pillows at her feet.

Again he slowly retracted from her ass. And again his hands played over her squirming, tense buttocks. The tight mouth of her anus contracted around the fleshy crown of his cock, bringing moans from the man behind her.

Again he waited, until he felt the lessening of pressure around his impaling rod. Gently and assuringly he stroked her ass and sides. The girl's trembling was constant now, but still he did not move. He was waiting for her body to cry out for him; to demand that he give her every bit of the fucking he had promised.

Then with a smooth, slow-motion lunge, he drilled all the way up into her clutching ass-channel. Deeper and deeper he plowed until his thick rod could go no further. She was tight! Like the rest of the women at the House of White Satin, she was a sex specialist. And her ass was her specialty.

The Hortian ruler groaned as he felt the steel-like muscles of her ass clamp along the entire length of his sex. Marvellous, white-hot heat flared within the depths of her bowels, burning around him. Sexual flames lapped in his loins as the hungry mouth of her ass squeezed tighter and tighter. His groans of pleasure filled the white room.

Then she relaxed and moved forward, preparing herself for another deep thrust. Accepting her invitation, his hands steadied her hips and he lunged forward skewering into the dark recesses of her back. Without the slightest pause, he wrenched free and poled back into the fiery heat of her bowels. The girl now moaned, realizing the whispered fucking had begun!

Over and over, he thrust the thick length of his cock into the willing ass hole. Drilling and plunging, he ramrodded his shaft into her searing bowels. His own lust-fired moans and groans mingled with those of his diminutive partner.

Meeting the rhythm of his strokes, the blonde pleasure girl began to rock back and forward. Her pink ass slapped into his hairy crotch wetly as she helped fuck herself on his meaty lance.

Fervently clutching at his reaming pole, her hips rotated and wiggled, sending electric thrills through the man mounted behind her. She pulled forward and his rod slithered from the velvet channel of her back. Then she heaved backward to meet the onrushing load of cock he speared into her ass.

The snug confines of her flaming bowels squeezed his pistoning shaft as it slid in and out of her. Harder and faster his attack mounted. His balls slapped against the bushy covering of her cunt.

Her buttocks splayed out on either side of his plunging cock. He grabbed her fleshy ass cheeks and squeezed, leaving the imprint of his fingers in stark red relief on the white background. Faster and faster he fucked, driving harder and harder into the tight tunnel of her bottom.

She aided, ramming her hips back toward each of his forward thrusts, then jerking away as he pulled out.

She bucked and pulled and milked him in a wildly driven attempt to pack even more of his ponderous organ into her body. The soft tissues of her hind-tunnel were now consumed with lust. In the heat of her passion she grunted and groaned like an animal, as did the man plowing into her from behind.

Using the tortured demi-globes of her buttocks as convenient handholds, he drove into the burning softness of her ass with increased power. The girl responded, matching him movement for movement.