Fred Sparkrock: Burning Desires

Then he moved his pelvis back. His eyes followed the glistening length of his manliness emerge from her clinging lips. She sucked and licked, swallowing the drops of preseminal fluid that welled with crystal wetness from his lust-swollen glans. Without hesitating, he eased himself back into the tender harbor of her mouth. He wanted very much to fling his hips forward and rape those exquisitely working lips, but he didn't. He just glided into the sweet, caressing warmth. He was in control of the situation and knew it. Over and over he pumped in and out of the hungry orifice.

As she sucked and licked and nibbled, her hand slipped from his balls and wiggled its way up the dark crease of his ass. She found the puckered anal mouth and teased over its hardened nodes. When the tense opening relaxed, she drilled into his ass hole, burying her finger in his bowels. He grunted and jerked forward. His cock crammed roughly into her mouth. Its blood-gorged head banged into the back of her throat.

She groaned, but continued her oral ministrations without the smallest interruption. Her finger wiggled and tickled in the pressure-tight entrance of his ass. She felt hot and big in him. She twirled and plunged into the tender channel, imitating a penis with her finger. She was fucking him, while he fucked her face.

The thrilling sensations that filled him were indescribable. He groaned and shuddered with each invasion into his burning anus. He moaned and trembled as her lips and tongue swirled and sucked over the stiff length of his cock. His knees were fast turning to liquid. The pressure in his swelling balls was increasing to the breaking point. In her finger jabbed, raspy, and fiery, and in his prick rushed, burrowing into the warmth of her mouth.

With one last sharp stab into his ass hole, she slid her finger from him, then pulled her clutching lips off his prod. She twisted around and stuck two sleek, broad ass cheeks up for his inspection. They were the same creamy white as the rest of her body. And like her juggling tits, they quivered with the slightest movement of her body. Following the dark furrow of her ass downward, he saw the moist pink lips of her cunt glint up at him through the thick black bush covering her pussy.

"Take me from behind," she panted in a fully aroused voice. "Mount me like a stud mounts a mare!"

"No! Like a dog takes a bitch," he answered, grinning as her bottom trembled.

He lowered himself behind the small woman, his hands grabbing the shivery ass cheeks. His fingers pressed hard into the white vulnerable flesh, squeezing them to a pleasure tortured white. She whimpered with delight and thrust her bottom toward him. His hands tightened, sending thrilled waves of gooseflesh up and down the smooth sleekness of her slightly arched back.

Reluctantly relinquishing his hold on her tempting buttocks, he ran one hand down between her thighs, which voluntarily spread for his touch. It took no expert to find the wet mound of cunt that quivered with excitement. He popped a finger into the oily, moist slit. She was hot and wet and ready.

The gripping elastic folds of her cunt sucked at his finger as he pulled it free from the lubricant-flooded channel. Grabbing the full, hard, throbbing length of his cock, he pushed down and thrust forward, packing himself into the flowering lips vacated by his finger.

A shuddering tremor quaked through her kneeling body as he drove into her juicy interior, drilling the ponderous mass of his prick to the hilt. Almost in reflex action, she bucked back, colliding against his crotch with a fleshy plop.

"Hard… " she grunted. "Soooo, wonderfully hard!"

Her days and nights without a man had her body lit like a fuse sizzling toward the ultimate explosion. Which was just as well, since he could tell there would be no holding back his own coming whenever the thick load in his balls decided it was time to blast free.

He jerked away from the moist socket of lust, then crammed his way back into the soft folds of flesh. She bucked and grunted. The heated softness of her ass swirled against his crotch, twirling his swollen cock within the fiery core of her quick. As they picked up the age-old rhythm, he could feel the excited bulge of her clitoris, but knew it wasn't getting the attention it wanted.

His arms encircled the bunching woman's waist. Roughly his fingers plunged into the open slit of her manhole. Probing around the top of her anxious cunt, he found the tiny nubbin and fondled it.

Over and over he flung himself into the damp slash of her cunt, as his manipulating fingertips rolled and played with the swollen bud of pleasure. She squealed and began to fuck herself on his pounding shaft.

She pushed and pulled. She grunted and groaned. She embedded the hard column of manhood deep within her belly. She yanked away from him, then threw herself back. She bucked and twitched and twisted herself toward the desperation of her release. Violently, wantonly she abandoned herself to the fire that consumed the sweet cleft of her loins.

When she came there was no holding her back. It was as violent and shattering as her love-making. He hung on to her to keep from being thrown from his delightful mount. His cock exploded with her cunt. He jetted into her trembling hole. Grateful for the release he had wanted over the past weeks, he creamed like a schoolboy just entering his first pussy. He blasted and filled her, emptying at least a gallon of thick come into her sucking gobbling cunt.

They collapsed to the carpeted floor, one on top of the other, panting and moaning and trembling in the waves of fulfilment that controlled their quaking bodies.

Since mid-morning, Ponkert had been with the King of Lindakar, Rololf.

Jan, after her own discussion with her husband, had been with them for two hours, then had left them alone. That had been four hours ago. And despite his preconceived hate of the bastard that had kidnapped Elf, the Earthman had to admit he liked the man.

Rololf's stature was somewhere between his and Tomar's. He was very definitely a man with an air that commanded. It was easy to see Jan's attraction for the Kellerian. Jan was one woman that grooved on being commanded. Likewise, he could see how this near-barbarian would find Jan to his tastes. He was a man, a real man that cared more for nature than ruling a kingdom. His world was the outdoors, not the administrative duties of a ruler. His want to improve Lindakar, and Jan's ability to do so, were well-matched. Not to mention the fact that Jan's sexual appetite equalled, if not surpassed, his. Not a bad attribute to seek in one's wife, the Earthman thought.

For the past four hours they had shared tales and adventures, each feeling the other out without fencing for a dominant position over the other. Ponkert realized that, given the time, Rololf could grow to be a trusted and valuable friend to have on a planet such as Keller. But the Lindakarian king had artfully maneuvered the conversation from any mention of either Elf or her home city of Hort. Ponkert's attempts to bring up the subject had been skilfully avoided and replaced by other topics. So when Rololf abruptly began to explain his position concerning the captive princess, Ponkert was taken so off guard that he could do little but listen as the king spoke.

"Throughout our history, Lindakar and Hort have been enemies. How or why the feud began has been long lost to the memories of men. But that does not alter the fact that hatred exists and has long dwelled in the hearts of both Lindakarians and Hortians," Rololf explained.

His eyes searched Ponkert's face, and finding he had the Earthman's full attention continued, "But just because it has always been so, does not mean it is right. Nor does it mean that I have any wish for such events as useless battles that rob my kingdom of young men. If there has ever been a time for a play for peace it is now. There have been no warring encounters between Hort and Lindakar since Tomar assumed the throne."