Fred Sparkrock - Burning Desires

Now it was his turn to groan. His prick was caught in a vise of velvet-covered steel. For an instant he thought he'd crammed his cock into her ass. So tight was he packed into the woman, he would have thought it was impossible, a dream-fantasy of some schoolboy, if he wasn't experiencing it now.

He didn't move, afraid he might split this most willing girl. But she did! Her legs locked around him and her pelvis bunched up, driving his rock-hard shaft deeper into her molten core. He groaned again. She eased back, then threw her hips forward once again in an attempt to engulf his straining manhood even further.

His hips began to rotate, almost of their own volition. In strong, deep-deep-grinding motions his pestle of flesh churned within the clinging confines of her cunt. He looked down at the girl, who smiled back at him, then began to rotate her own hips in the opposite direction to his.

Shifting his position slightly, he eased the throbbing length of his sex from the more-than-virgin-tight cuntal channel. A long moan came in answer to his movement. Without hesitation, he heaved forward, driving his cock straight up into her belly. She groaned with wild desire as the blood-filled head of his sexual javelin sought to spear into her womb.

She twisted and writhed, tightening and relaxing the strong muscles that lined the walls of her vagina.

Again and again he withdrew and thrust, until her body was completely at his command; until she followed his movements with perfect timing; until she seemed to know which attack he would take next and then accommodate it.

He had never had such a partner before. It was as if she knew what he was going to do before he did. While she was obliviously soaring in a world of carnal pleasure, she seemed to devote every ounce of her strength to providing him every iota of sensual delight her body contained. He had never believed such a woman existed, only dreamt of such a wanton creature.

Over and over they hunched together, with her fucking him as much as he fucked her. Together they whipped each other to the heights of sensuality, wracking each other with rapture so that only incoherent groans escaped their lips.

In a sudden movement, which she met with uncanny timing, his hands slid beneath her ass. His fingers dug into the yielding demi-globes. He jerked up. She coordinated her action to his upthrust. Together they buried his cock securely into the hot tight channel of her cunt.

He felt the taut walls of the fleshy sheath constrict with unimaginable strength, clamping down on his sliding rod, refusing to let it leave.

Her breath was coming in short, excited gasps. She was on the verge of a consuming orgasm, and he felt the volcanic blaze spreading from his loins throughout his already tense body. She twisted slightly, changing the angle of entry for his pulsing shaft. He slid deeper.

Her small twitch was all she needed. Writhing and twisting like a wild woman, she came. Her groans were loud and echoed the complete fulfilment that flooded every cell of her body.

Her fiery vagina began to contract and relax around every inch of his lust-laden cock. The pressure increased in his testicles. It was unbelievable. Her own orgasmic reactions were milking him toward release. Holding back the demanding flood for as long as his will power and muscle control could, he soaked in the liquid heat of her imploding body.

Then the trembling walls of control tumbled and he came. Prodigiously.

His back arched and he strained forward seeking to cram his prodding rod even deeper into her so very tight cunt.

The burning rush of semen and sperm that boiled up from his balls surprised him. But come he did-in blast jets of thick lava-hot cream, that splattered the contracting walls of her vagina, coating them with his seed.

Unable to maintain the strength in his arms under the draining release, he collapsed atop the woman beneath him. She groaned with pleasure, locking her arms around his back and holding him as he rocked in violent climax.

Exhausted and fulfilled, they rolled to their sides, still joined in their intimate union, enjoying the feel of each other. Neither spoke.

Instead their hands tenderly caressed and their lips lightly brushed thank-you's.

He regained a bit of his strength after such arduous lovemaking and his penis had deflated to a limp sleeping snake. The whole experience he had just undergone hit him in a delayed shock reaction. Hell, he didn't even know the name of this beautiful woman lying in his arms.

"Excuse me, uh… " he broke the silence.

"Terri, my lord," she added for him. "My name's Terri."

"Terri?" he puzzled. "I once knew a girl named Terri in my homelands, but that was many, many years ago."

"Was she pretty, milord?" she coyly questioned.

"Quit fishing for compliments, wench," Ponkert scolded. "She was very pretty. But you are beautiful." Whereupon he showed the truth of his statement with a long, lingering kiss.

"But as I started off, a moment ago-I'm new to your lands and was wondering if you'd mind answering a few of the questions puzzling me?" he said as their lips parted.

"I would only be too glad to be of service, milord," she replied. "What is it you wish to know?"

"First off, what do you call this land?" Ponkert questioned.

Terri stared at him. "Why, milord, I call it home."

"Home? Does it not have another name?" he pressed, somewhat perplexed by her answer.

"Another name? Not that I know of" she replied.

"Okay," he said, realizing he was stalemated on that point. "What can you tell of the man I found trying to rape you?"

Now her face twisted slightly in puzzlement, "Why, milord, that was Sir Yngvi. He lives in a castle of iron a few kilometers from here."

"So Yngvi is the bastard's name," Ponkert mused. "I suppose you are some princess the black knight was carrying off to his castle to lock away in a tower?"

"Oh, no, milord!" Terri quickly corrected. "I am a scullery maid and I work in Sir Yngvi's castle. I was simply walking in the woods when Yngvi came upon me. He was just fooling around. I probably would've submitted had it been anyone else. But I'd rather be had by an epileptic pig than Sir Yngvi!"

Ponkert laughed at the girl's disgust with her employer. "Yes, I'll admit he did look a bit like the results of a Mongolian grudge fuck!"

"Listen!" Terri quieted him, placing her fingers to his lips.

He did, but beard nothing. "What's the matter?"

"Horses, milord! Listen!" she replied.

Once again he followed her instruction and heard the dull, hollow sound of numerous hooves striking the ground.

"Quickly, milord," Terri urged. "Yngvi returns with all his cohorts!"

Before Ponkert could reply, the girl had scrambled to her feet, grabbed up her thin dress from the ground and darted into the dense forest.

Ponkert turned toward the direction of the hooves. A hasty glance at a band of heavily armed and armored knights riding over one of the hills and Ponkert decided to follow his new found lover. Better to run today and live to fight tomorrow, if need be.

Catching up with the still nude Terri, he caught her by the waist with one arm and hastened her deeper into the woods. Once the shadows were thick enough to cloak them in darkness, he pulled the girl behind a broad trunk of one of the ancient oaks. Together they peered back to the clearing, where the black-clad Yngvi and six men in his crew had dismounted. All had broad-swords strapped to their waists and carried bucklers. In addition, one of the burly looking soldiers carried a huge double-bladed battle axe. Ponkert suddenly realized he had left his sword at the site of Terri's and his love making.

"Knave!" Yngvi yelled, his voice echoing through the forest. "Let me have the girl, or I'll chop you to mincemeat and feed the pieces to the crows!"