Fred Sparkrock: Burning Desires

He sprang for his fallen sword while the black-clad knight struggled to dislodge his own weapon from the gripping wood. Without a thought of the chivalry he had hoped for, and gotten a few moments before, Ponkert clenched the pommel of his sword and swung it baseball-bat-style with all his might. The gleaming black blade sang toward the knight's side.

Sword fighting is like street-fighting, Ponkert had decided, rules are only for fools.

Despite the power of his blow, a chain mail coat beneath the knight's robes deflected the deadly bite of the sword. The impact, however, sent the man rolling to the ground howling in pain, probably caused by a few cracked ribs.

Regaining his feet and clutching his side, the knight glared at the Earthman, "I yield, interloper" he hissed. "But soon I will return. Have the scullery maid till then! Enjoy your cuntry delights-for they will be your last!"

Still holding his aching side, the knight stumbled off into the woods, disappearing in the dark shadows. Ponkert turned his attention to the woman he had rescued and the knight had called a "scullery maid."

"Thank you, Sir Knight," the girl smiled up from her position on the ground, "for saving me from the whims of that pig who calls himself lord of this country."

If this gorgeous piece of womanflesh was a "scullery maid," Ponkert couldn't wait to meet some of the women of royal blood on this planet.

The girl's long golden hair, hung around her shoulders, pleasingly disarrayed by her bout with her attacker. The thin muslin frock, torn in several places during the fray, did nothing to hide her high, firm breasts from Ponkert's searching eyes. Two nipples pushed against the cloth like small buttons. Apparently the French, or this planet's equivalent, had not yet invented the brassiere.

The muslin also did little to hide the girl's slim waist and slightly angular hips that strained against the fabric. A long rip up the front of the frock revealed the softness of her white thighs-thighs that beckoned to Ponkert, her saviour.

"My pleasure, uh-milady, my pleasure," Ponkert answered, attempting to reply in some manner equal to this planet's period of development.

"Oh, certainly, my lord! Certainly!" she exclaimed with glee.

Quickly she slithered out of her thin covering and reclined to her back on the grassy forest floor. Her knees bent slightly and her legs drifted apart giving him a clear view of her golden fleece-covered sex.

"Milord?" she questioned. "I am ready to give you your pleasure. Why do you hesitate?"

Smiling in amazement, Ponkert quickly understood what he had unknowingly asked for, and what he was knowingly being offered. He also knew that different planets had different mores, and he was a civilized man, not wishing to offend any of the local customs.

"Pardon him, Theodotus," he mumbled a quote from Shaw's Caesar and Cleopatra, thinking of the black knight who had scurried off into the woods, "he is a barbarian and thinks that the customs of his tribe and island are the laws of nature."

"Come, my lord," she beckoned, holding her long lithe arms outstretched to him.

"Soon enough, you delightful wench," he answered settling down into those inviting arms. There would be no denying this willing girl her due today.

She chuckled as her arms cradled around him. They kissed, mouth straining to meet mouth. His tongue lightly danced over her lips, detecting an intriguing taste of honey. Her tongue eagerly waited for his.

As they continued their oral duelling, his hands began to rove over the exquisite curves of her body. His fingertips traced down the line of her smoothly muscled arm, slowly drifting to the slope of her white shoulder. Teasing there momentarily, enough to excite small waves of gooseflesh over her body, his hand glided along her side brushing against a perfectly formed breast. He felt a quiver of joy rush through the girl at the taunting contact.

Realizing the sensual capacity of the girl's tits, his hand wiggled between their bodies, covering the fleshy mountain it discovered. He squeezed lightly, then increased the pressure. The girl pulled her mouth away from his and groaned. Taking advantage of her arched neck, he lowered his mouth to the white skin opened to him. His tongue, flicking and teasing, toyed along her neck, then taunted a small delicate ear. A definitely aroused whimper came from the blonde-haired beauty.

Adjusting her position slightly, to allow his hand additional room to fondle her passion-ignited breast, the girl slid a leg between his, sandwiching her thigh so that it pressed against the bulge that was growing in the crotch of his jumpsuit. Gently, her leg nuzzled and pushed at the thickening length.

Still retaining its healthy hold on her tit, his hand rolled the globe and his thumb and forefinger tweaked at the tantalizing nipple until it stood atop the crest of her breast like a hard pebble of flesh. His actions were rewarded with the quickened breathing of his willing companion.

In return, her long fingered hands began searching the broad expanse of his chest, roaming unexplored territory until they found the zipper on his jumpsuit. A quick downward trip and the zipper was freed. Pausing momentarily, Ponkert rolled from the girl and slipped from his clothing, then returned to her waiting arms. Revelling in the new freedom, her hands returned to his chest, imitating his caresses of her breasts.

His hand however, moved across the velvet-like plain of her firm, tautly muscled belly and covered the golden forest of silky strands hiding her pussy. Teasing a finger along the quivering pink lips of her cunt, he elicited a series of piteous whimpers from her throat. The cries grew in pleasure as his fingertip touched the extended tip of her clitoris. Her hips jerked forward demanding more attention to the sensuous button. He obliged, lightly rolling the pleasure centre as he tickled another finger into her vagina. She was wet in her excitement, a rainforest of excitement.

Her excitement was his. His cock, thick and straining in its erection, jerked and throbbed at his groin. He could feel the wetness of preseminal fluids washing over the gorged bead of his prick. Suddenly, he noticed her eyes had drifted to his crotch and were locked in on his massive dick.

"Milord!" she purred in a desirous murmur, her fingertips reaching down to tenderly brush the extended length of his rigid manhood. "You are a man! Such a mighty man! Never have I seen such a huge… Ohhhhhh!"

Her words were cut short as his finger began to move in and out of her cunt in a motion that announced things to come. His other finger swirled around her clit, bathing it in her own lubricants.

To add to the stimulation, he lowered his lips to an up thrusting nipple. His tongue, teeth and lips worked simultaneously, whipping the girl to a frenzy. She shoved her chest toward his face, burying him in very womanly flesh.

"Milord, please," she begged, her words interspersed between moans of wanton desire. "Please! Please let me feel that stallion's shaft of yours!"

Her hand tightly grasped his cock squeezing and jerking along its pulsing length. Her body was afire with a consuming passion and demanded his cock buried deep within her belly.

Guided by her urging hand on his buttocks, he slipped atop her, then raised himself to the height of his arms, hovering above the girl, delighting in her ecstasy-bathed face. Her hand maneuvered the thick column of meat she clutched to the quivering lips between her thighs.

She moaned as the turgid glans pulsed along the slit of her vulva.

"Now, milord!" she panted. "Give it to me now! All in one quick thrust!"

Almost directed by her words, his hips jerked forward. The arrowhead of his cock homed through the outer lips of her labia, easily splaying the scalloped pink folds of her inner lips and drilling into the hot recesses of her humid vagina.