Fred Sparkrock - Burning Desires

Within a few short seconds her breathing came in a volley of short desperate gasps. In spite of his tremendous weight, she bowed her back and lifted her tits upward in an attempt to more fully encompass the captive shaft of his sex.

Again and again, he slammed home until her hyper-sensitive tits drove her over the threshold of endurance into the twisting, writhing throes of ecstasy. Her piteous cries of pleasure filled the room. But rather than ceasing his attack, the wanton release of his partner only drove the king on. He surged in and out of the now hot and sweat-lubricated channel between her breasts. Over and over he drilled his fleshy tool until she wailed in a high-pitched voice announcing that she had once more been whipped into orgasm.

When at last her eyes fluttered open from her second release, she smiled up at the man still pumping his swollen, angry-looking cock between her tits. Amazed, she saw he had yet to reach his own release.

Craning her neck, she watched as the fiery piston of pleasure drove in and out of the tight-pressed tunnel. Suddenly, her lips parted and her tongue snaked out, flicking lightly over the lust-gorged glans of the shaft. It was his turn to groan.

As the friction-reddened rod plunged through the fleshy channel again, the girl's mouth opened and accepted it. Her tongue speared at the thick crown, trying to enter the tiny pinprick bole at the centre of the bludgeoning arrowhead.

With such an inviting target at the end of each stroke through the caressing tunnel of tit, he increased the speed of his rhythm. Pounding, he drove forward, then wrenched back. He slid through her breasts and plunged into the open entrance to her mouth.

She sucked and licked at him, lavishing a flourish of oral caresses each time his cock presented itself to her lips. Her excited breathing caused the gap between her super jugs to open and close as her chest heaved. As she exhaled, the path closed and he drove forward with such force that his balls slammed into the milk white slopes. The turgid head of his cock emerged at the opposite end of the tunnel and shot into her mouth.

He pulled away as she inhaled, and slithered back out the amply padded channel.

Although her combination of oral and breast caresses were directed at bringing her royal lover to a climax, the virile feel of his hard length ramming between her tits and his bulbous organ throbbing alive in her mouth ignited another orgasm in her already pleasure wracked body. White hot lances of delight seared through the open nerve endings of her being as she abandoned herself in another release.

Grunting under his own need to release the blazing load of his balls, the ruler pumped recklessly into the soft tunnel of her chest. Harder and harder, faster and faster, he lanced his way through the friction-heated path. His groans and moans grew to bull-like roars as the hard knot of his desire forced its way through the pulsing length of his manhood.

His bestial grunts brought the girl quickly back from the oblivion of her ecstasy. Again her eyes opened and her neck strained up to allow her mouth to possess the ramrodding piston of lust.

Her actions came just in time. The first spurts of his coming blasted forth from the slit in the end of his cock as her lips touched the exploding glans. Simultaneously, her hands released the hold she held on her breasts. The movement allowed him to slide fully into the welcoming shelter of her mouth to unleash the pent up load he carried in his balls.

The girl's lips clamped tightly around the thick circumference of his shaft as she accepted him. She sucked and ate at the meaty stalk of sex as the man above her lurched and trembled with pleasure.

Working double-time to keep from drowning in the ocean of semen and sperm, he gratefully blasted into her mouth. She swallowed, carrying the thick cream to her belly. Her head bobbed and her throat twitched as she strove to drink every heated drop of his come. She gulped down mouthful after mouthful of his burning jism, and then sucked hard at his swollen organ as if begging for more.

Finally, the king's release-weakened arms gave way and he twisted to stop from collapsing on the willing girl beneath him. The sudden action wrenched his detumescent cock from her mouth and a trail of semen dribbled down her chin. Through pleasure-laden eyes, he watched as her pink tongue curled out and artfully corralled the wayward droplets.

Capturing the white pearls of come, her tongue returned to her mouth and she once more swallowed. A very contented smile crossed her face.

Weakly, the ruler raised himself to his elbows after regaining a portion of his strength. He grinned at Ponkert who sat with Mara watching the whole sexual feat.

"Tis a shame you would not bet. I'd have a handsome purse of silver now," Tomar chuckled. "I counted no less than nine orgasms from her.

Possibly ten!"

"Ten?" the fully-sated Leda questioned at his side. "Ten, milord? There were only four. Possibly five, but… "

Grunting, the brawny Tomar rolled the girl over and swatted the plump ass he had upturned, "By the gods of Ulfblom! Am I to stay here all night and argue with you, wench? You were too busy, to count! Must I bring you ten more times so you'll know what it's like?"

The girl twisted her head and smiled coyly from beneath the auburn locks of her hair. "Would you, milord?"

Snorting in disgust, his palm applied another stinging swat to her ass cheeks. "Enough, I said!"

Turning back to Ponkert, he continued, "They can't get enough in this damned place! They'd have screwed me into an early grave if I'd have given them half the chance!"

Unable to speak because of his laughter, Ponkert just nodded his head in acceptance of the king's words.

Rising from his seat in the white pillows, Tomar called for his clothes.

Two serving girls answered the summons and began dressing him.

"Come along, Baron Ponkert," he urged the Earthman. "Forget that willowy piece of fluff you're fondling. I know this other pleasure house down the street where… "

"Ponkert, look! There-by the roadside-a rose!" Elf's excited words drew him from his idle thoughts of the events that transpired since his emergency landing on this strange planet.

Tugging his loyal Richard, the cowardly mankil, to a halt, the Earthman watched as the girl slid from the back of her mount and trotted toward the deep red bloom.

He smiled to himself, remembering the weapons demonstration Tomar had provided the morning following their night of wenching in the Hortian pleasure houses. The ruler's skill with the various swords and lances of Keller had been enough for the Earthman to reconsider his decision not to take Elf with him. There was no need to duel to the death-especially when there didn't seem to be the least chance that he would emerge the victor from such a battle.

He also had to admit that during his brief stay in Hort the ribald king of that city had grown to be the closest thing to a friend he had on this planet. If for no other reason than that, he had no desire to lock swords with Tomar.

Besides, his decision to take Elf along with him had resulted in Tomar outfitting him with the finest equipment available. The long sword, battle-axe and dagger hanging from his waist were superb. Tempered steel that would stand up to the strongest blows of any foe.

Of course, there was Elf. The young girl had been more than valuable during their week's journey from her home city. Her knowledge of the terrain had saved him at least a week's extra ride. And her woodsmanship had provided a ceaseless variety of delectable repasts each evening. Not to mention her companionship. The girl was a veritable wealth of information about Keller. During their endless hours of bouncing on the backs of their sturdy steeds, he had never tired of her explanations of various sights they passed. She had also provided a history of Keller's development. From what Ponkert could make of the various legends and myths she told, Keller had grown from the remnants of a derelict colonial rocket from Earth. The lost voyage had long been forgotten by the mother planet, which was to his advantage. If the Earth's residents had known about Keller, they would have come in the teeming millions. Of course, this was exactly what he planned once he located Jan.