Fred Sparkrock - Burning Desires

Holding himself back until the black-haired beauty whimpered and cried as her body was jolted with blast after blast of her own orgasmic universe, he came. As she swirled her contracting cunt around his pounding cock, trying to drain every ounce of pleasure out of it she could, he blew his balls off deep into the fiery interior of her belly.

A veritable lava flow of steamy hot white cream spewed from his testicles like a geyser. Pleasure spasms controlled his body as he thrashed and writhed under the prolonged release of his lust. Spurt after blazing fountain of sperm and semen pushed its way up the narrow shaft drilled down the centre of his prick, searing its full length with ecstasy as it rushed forth. The sensitive crown of his rod was washed in sexual fire that scalded him in pleasure as he emptied his thick load of come into the willing girl.

Jet after jet of his love juices rocketed out from his groin, splattering and coating the contracting walls of the girl's cock-gratified pussy. So much did he overload the quivering trembling slash of her sex, that his own come oozed out from the clingy lips of her cunt and dripped over the tightly drawn sac at his scrotum, drenching it.

Drained and exhausted from her own tumultuous release, the small pleasure-trained woman, who had so ably fucked the hell out of him, weakly rolled from her squatting position and collapsed in the billowy pillows at their side. Only the wall that had supported him throughout the whole fantastic ordeal stopped him from following suit and lying limply at her side.

Only when their duet of satisfied panting and moaning subsided to some semblance of normal breathing, did Ponkert reach out and pull the still quivering Mara to his side. Neither Earthman nor Hortian pleasure girl could do more than cling to each other as they stared through pleasure-dulled eyes to King Tomar and his second companion of the evening, Leda, who were cuddled in a similar manner across the white room.

"You provide a damn good show, my young baron," the brawny ruler cajoled. "Enough so that I might have you put on a performance at my next feast. Would beat the hell out of some pansy-worded minstrel!"

"I'm afraid a public performance would deflate my pubic one," Ponkert answered. "Would have more shock value if you dropped your own drawers and heartily tapped one of the ladies of the court, my lecherous liege!"

Tomar's bawdy laughter rolled out of his mouth from the depths of his barrel-like chest, "Are you in a wagering mood, my friend Ponkert? A thousand silver bobs says I can get Leda off before you can bring Mara!"

"You old reprobate!" Ponkert grinned. "How could a penniless baron wager such a sum? If you need an excuse to fuck her again, just go ahead. But this time, I'm just a spectator"

"I think perhaps I should've tested your endurance before bestowing a title on your head," the Hortian king laughed. "But if that is your decision, I will seek my own sport!"

With a snort of mock-disgust, the muscular ruler rolled to his broad side and queried the auburn-headed and titantic-titted Leda, "How are those titillating breasts of yours?"

Realizing the rulers intent, the seductively posed girl flicked her tongue over her lips and replied, "Ignored, milord. They never seem to get the attention that their size deserves"

"Hasn't anyone ever told you it wasn't ladylike to brag, woman?" he questioned.

"Who ever said I was a lady?" the pleasantly plump girl answered, cupping a hand under one of the tantalizing over-sized jugs and shoving it toward her royal bed partner.

"Hmmmmmm?" he mused, eyeing the tempting portion of woman flesh so willingly offered, "Don't mind if I do."

He eagerly grabbed her and began devouring her overstocked supply of titflesh with his ready mouth. Lips and tongue coursed over the generously proportioned mounds of quivering, juggling breasts. Intent on completely eating one of the mountainous mammaries, he crammed as much of one of the gigantic orbs into his mouth as he could. Loud slurping sounds filled the room.

Playfully, his teeth lightly bit into the marshmallowy pillow, then he increased his pressure. The girl whimpered with pleasure as the familiar feeling of pain and delight rippled through her excited body. As his tongue probed hard against the brownish mushroom-like nipple topping the billowy mountain, one of his bands reached up and clutched her unoccupied tit. In almost brutal fashion, his fingers dug into the soft pliable flesh, leaving red imprints to mark his manhandling.

When his mouth tired of its perch atop the tasty mountainous tit, he moved his attentions to the silken valley spread between the two enormous breasts. Writhing and moaning with delight, the girl hugged his head as his tongue licked over the tepid skin it found. Eventually, the king's mouth worked its way out of the pleasurable valley and nibbled up the sleek contour of her opposite tit. Within a few moments there was no doubt who was king of this fleshy mountain of desire.

"Fuck me!" The girl writhed and twisted beneath the oral assault.

"Please let me feel that huge stallion's cock of yours!"

The brawny man pulled his mouth away from the girl and grinned lustily down at her desire-veiled eyes. His fingers teasingly tweaked at her desire-fattened nipples.

"Fuck you, I will, wench," he leered. "But this time, it will be my way!

My cock will ravish and rape these delightfully pretty tits!"

Aroused moans came from the girl at the mere suggestion of his intention.

Ponkert, who watched from the sidelines, wondered if Tomar's chestnut-haired beauty shared the same tit sensitivity as Jocelyn. One thing that was certain, the Hortian king was going to find out!

Without hesitating further, Tomar pushed himself up and straddled the wanton woman who stretched out atop one of the white pillows. Locking her trembling body between his powerful legs, he seated himself just below the bulging mountains of her breasts. Quivering in anticipation, she reached and directed his hands to her ample jugs. Lewdly grinning, he leaned forward on the twin watermelons of flesh trying to flatten them. In reaction, the girl writhed and groaned.

Next his hands forced the super-sized mounds together. He worked and played to his heart's content. And there was a lot for him to work with!

The white, resilient flesh quivered and trembled as he molded and sculpted the pliable flesh as if it were living putty. Eventually, and with the help of the girl's own hands that had joined his, the reddish-brown-tipped mountains were pressed tightly together, awaiting the promised tit fucking they both wanted.

Moving his hands to either side of the girl's head, the enormous man hung above his partner. His hips eased forward until the thick tip of his manhood nudged at the tight crease between the tremendous tits.

Then in one powerful, surging thrust, he invaded, plowing a small tunnel of pleasure through the tightly held pillows of flesh. Grunting and groaning, he forced his way between the two breasts and the red crown of his prick emerged on the far side. Man and woman, king and pleasure girl, moaned under the blasts of desire that raced through their bodies.

The tight confines of her breasts closed in, hot and pulsing, around his swollen cock. The girl began kneading and shoving her tits closer together. The constriction increased and he felt the soft flesh clamp down along his entire throbbing length.

His bands securely anchored in the softness of the pillow beneath them, he pulled his aching ramrod back out the tit-walled tunnel, then pistoned forward for another trip through the lust-igniting tunnel. The friction of cock against breast incited a fresh chorus of moans and groans from the both of them.

Without warning, he stepped up the frequency of his thrusts. His desire-thickened shaft battered at the girl's breasts harder and harder.